Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 489

Chapter 489: Healer’s Plan

Levi’s POV

I stiffened the moment I caught her scent. Honey mixed with nutmeg, faint but unmistakable. Olivia was close. Louis must’ve realized it too because he stopped mid-sentence, his expression shifting. But the damage was already done.

I turned just in time to see her step out from the corner of the hallway, one hand resting protectively on her belly, her eyes wide and full of confusion.

"Olivia," I said quietly, my chest tightening.

She looked between us, her voice trembling but sharp. "What did you mean by that, Louis?"

Louis opened his mouth to answer, but I cut in quickly. "He didn’t mean anything."

Her frown deepened. "That’s not true." She turned to Louis, her gaze demanding. "You said he acts like he doesn’t want Lennox to wake up. Why would you say that?"

Louis glanced at me, then back at her. "Oli, it’s not—"

"It’s because I don’t want you to do something reckless," I interrupted, stepping closer. "That’s all. He meant I don’t want you near Lennox because you might try to use magic again. It’s too dangerous for you and the babies."

Her lips parted slightly, as if she didn’t know whether to believe me. "So... that’s what you meant?" she asked, her gaze darting to Louis.

Louis stayed quiet, but I didn’t let the silence drag. "Yes," I said firmly, meeting her eyes. "That’s all he meant. Nothing else."

The tension lingered, heavy and uncomfortable. She stared at me for a long moment, her expression unreadable, then finally nodded, though I could see doubt flickering behind her eyes.

"Alright," she whispered softly. "If you say so."

I forced a small smile that didn’t reach my eyes. "You should rest now, Olivia. Please."

She hesitated, then turned and walked slowly back down the hall.

As soon as she disappeared around the corner, I let out a shaky breath and rubbed my face with both hands. Louis stared at me, his jaw tight. But I didn’t give him the chance to accuse me more. I just turned and walked toward my room.

Reaching my room, I poured myself a glass of whisky and drank it all in one go. I knew what I was doing was the right thing. I was protecting Olivia, and I didn’t care what anyone thought.

"But maybe you are going too far," my wolf whispered.

I frowned. Him too? He wasn’t backing me up.

"You are my wolf, for goodness’ sake. You should be on my side," I spat out.

"I am," my wolf spat back at me. "But not with their recent development, Levi," he growled again, his voice echoing through my head. "Why did you refuse the healers’ plan? It could’ve helped him."

I slammed the empty glass down, the sound echoing through the room. "Because it’s too dangerous!" I snapped. "They wanted to use a spirit-binding ritual. Do you know what that means? They’d have to call his wolf back through a link, using Olivia as the anchor."

My wolf growled low. "And maybe that’s exactly what he needs. A connection. Something to pull him back."

I gritted my teeth. "It would kill her," I hissed. "The last ritual almost did! I’m not risking her life for something that might not even work."

"But he’s fading," my wolf pushed. "You know it. The healers said his heartbeat’s growing weaker by the day. You’re running out of time."

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