Fated To Not Just One, But Three-Chapter 655: Decision

​Olivia’s POV

​The moment I blurted out what I said, I regretted it. I wasn’t supposed to let the kids know of Lennox’s condition, but out of pain and desperation, I spilled it out.

Liam was the first to look up at me with tears in his eyes. "Sick? Is he dying again?" he asked, his body already trembling.

"No... baby..." I choked on regret... "He is not dying... we will not let it happen... I promise."

"You promise?" Leon asked, wanting to get an assurance from me.

I nodded. "Yes, baby... we are not letting him go," I promised.

Once again, they hugged me tightly while I tried to be strong. After a moment, I pulled away, telling them I had to go somewhere, and left them with their nannies.

Stepping out of their room, I met Levi and Louis leaning on the wall as if they were waiting for me.

I ignored them and made my way to my room. I stepped in and they followed me, shutting the door behind us.

"Olivia... please..."

"I want a rejection," I blurted out.

The silence in my bedroom was suffocating, like a blade held to a throat. I stood with my back to them, staring at my reflection in the vanity mirror, but I didn’t recognize the woman looking back. Her eyes were hollow, her skin sallow with the exhaustion of a thousand lifetimes lived in forty-eight hours.

"Olivia... please," Louis whispered behind me. His voice was thick, clogged with guilt and fear. "You don’t know what you’re saying."

I scoffed in anger and turned to face them, my anger-filled eyes fixed on them. "I want a rejection, Levi and Louis... I don’t want to be your mate anymore." The moment those words left my lips, Louis and Levi went on their knees, shaking their heads.

"Please, Olivia... please, no," Louis choked out, reaching for the hem of my robe. "Don’t do this."

"No!" I screamed, the sound vibrating with a raw, jagged power that shattered a vase on the nightstand. "Don’t you two dare beg me! We sat in this very room and promised that no matter what, we would be truthful. We promised we would be an anchor for each other. But you two? You chose to lie with him. You chose his lie. You watched me bleed out emotionally for days and you smiled to my face!"

"Olivia, we were trying to save you—" Levi tried to interject, his voice breaking.

"You were deceiving me!" I spat. "Levi, Louis... I, Olivia, reject you both as my mates. Please, if you have any respect left for me, accept my rejection and let me go."

"No! Never!" Levi roared, his eyes bloodshot. "We won’t accept it! We can’t!"

Before the argument could escalate, the bedroom door flew open. A maid stood there, her face full of pure terror, her chest heaving.

"Alpha Levi! Alpha Louis! It’s Alpha Lennox! His monitors... he’s seizing! The doctors say his heart can’t take the strain anymore!"

The two of them didn’t even look back at me. The bond with their brother screamed louder than my rejection ever could. They scrambled to their feet and sprinted down the hallway, their footsteps fading into the distance.

I stayed.

I sank onto the edge of my bed, my hands pressed against my ears. I had said I wouldn’t step foot in that room again. I had told him to die. My pride was a wall, thick and high, but behind it, my wolf was howling, clawing at my insides to get to him. I was terrified. If I went in there, I’d have to face the reality that he was truly leaving. If I stayed here, I might never say goodbye.

I couldn’t handle the silence. I stood up, teleported, and began to pace the hallway outside his wing. I wouldn’t go in—I couldn’t—but I couldn’t stay away either.

Through the heavy oak doors, I heard the chaos. I heard the mechanical whine of the defibrillator charging. I heard Levi’s voice, raw and broken, screaming, "Please stay! Lennox, don’t you dare leave us! Fight!"

I leaned my forehead against the cold wall, tears streaming down my face in silent rivers. I’m sorry, I whispered to the wood. I didn’t mean it. Please don’t die.

Then, suddenly, the shouting stopped. The monitors went quiet. The silence was so sudden it felt like a physical blow. My heart stopped. Was he dead? Was this the end?

The door clicked open. A nurse rushed out, her face flushed, moving toward the supply closet. I intercepted her, grabbing her arm with a desperate, bruising grip.

"Please," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Tell me he’s... tell me he’s okay."

She looked at me, her eyes wide with exhaustion, but she gave a small, shaky nod. "We were able to stabilize him, Luna. The crisis has passed. He is out of danger for the moment. He’s sleeping."

I let go of her arm, my knees finally giving out. I slid down the wall, burying my face in my hands. He was alive... Lennox was still alive.

Taking a deep breath, I stood up and walked away so no one would notice I was there.

I went back to my room and stood on the balcony, the cold evening air biting at my skin.

I heard the door creak open. I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. The scent of him and grief followed him in.

"He’s awake," Louis said, his voice barely a whisper, sounding as shredded as my heart. "He’s weak, Olivia, but he’s asking for you. He’s... he’s requesting to see you."

I gripped the cold stone railing tightly. My wolf whimpered, pacing, begging to go to him, but the woman—whom he had humiliated and deceived—refused to move.

"Tell him I’m not coming," I said, my voice flat and devoid of warmth.

"Olivia, please," Louis stepped closer. "He almost died. He knows the lie is over. He just wants to speak to you."

"He had days to speak to me, Louis," I snapped, finally turning to face him. My eyes were hard and full of anger. "He had every second of the last forty-eight hours to be with me. Instead, he chose to be a martyr. He chose to make me feel like trash so he could feel like a hero. I told him I wouldn’t step foot in that room again, and I meant it."

"You’re going to regret this if he doesn’t make it to morning," Louis warned, a tear finally sliding down his face. "Is your pride worth more than a final goodbye?"

"My pride?" I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "He’s the one who threw away our goodbye the moment he brought Elena into this house. He made his bed, Louis. Let him sleep in it. Tell him that if he wants to see me, he can find the strength to walk to my room himself—just like he found the strength to walk away from me at breakfast."

Louis stared at me, his mouth opening as if to argue, but the sheer coldness in my gaze stopped him. He looked at me like I was a stranger, and maybe I was. The Olivia who would have died for Lennox had been buried under his lies.

"Tell him I am not coming," I said, turning away from him. "Now, get out."

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