Fated To Not Just One, But Three-Chapter 664: The Treatment

Dr. Kapoor entered the room, followed by a team of technicians carrying cases of humming equipment. He didn’t waste time with pleasantries. After a grueling hour of scans that left Lennox looking gray and exhausted, the doctor finally pulled us into the small consultation area.

​"Luna, Alphas," Dr. Kapoor began, his voice grave as he looked at the data on his tablet. "I have found the core of the issue. This is not a standard malignancy. It is a regenerative cellular decay—likely triggered by that ancient ritual years ago. It’s eating him from the inside out."

​He looked at me with a piercing gaze. "However, the reason he is sitting upright today, the reason he survived the flatline, is sitting right here. Alpha Lennox is alive solely because of your healing abilities, Olivia. You have been acting as a secondary heart for him. But there is a catch."

​I felt my breath hitch. "What catch?"

​"This treatment is highly experimental," Kapoor said, his face shadowed. "We can attempt to stabilize his cells, but it requires a direct blood-link from a relative—Levi or Louis—to act as a physical anchor. But even then... while we can save his human body, the aggressive nature of this cure might burn out his wolf. You must prepare yourselves; he may be cured of the cancer, but his wolf might be lost forever."

​The room went cold.

​"I no longer have a wolf," Lennox said.

​The doctor furrowed his brow and shook his head. "You are mistaken, Alpha Lennox. You still have your wolf; he is just subdued."

​Our eyes widened. I stared at Lennox, who looked as shocked as I was.

​"Are you sure?" Levi asked.

​"Yes, absolutely sure," Dr. Kapoor said.

​Lennox, who had been listening intently, reached for my hand. "If it means I stay with her," he rasped, his eyes fixed on mine, "take the wolf. I’ve been living as a man."

​Dr. Kapoor nodded solemnly and handed Lennox a set of small, blue sleeping pills. "You need to rest for the first phase. Your body cannot be awake for the cellular realignment."

​Lennox swallowed the pills without hesitation, and within minutes, his eyes grew heavy. I helped him lean back into the pillows, my heart aching as I watched him drift into a deep, drug-induced slumber.

​"We will continue the treatment," Dr. Kapoor warned, "but you should not put your hope up too high. The decay is aggressive. Even with the blood-link, his system is incredibly fragile."

​"I’m not stopping," I said, my voice vibrating with a power I didn’t know I still had. I moved to the bedside, placing my hands over Lennox’s heart, feeling the faint, rhythmic pulse that I was keeping alive. "I will continue to release my healing abilities into him every day."

​"He is lucky to have a mate like you, Luna," Dr. Kapoor said, his voice softening for a brief second before his professional mask returned. "But for now, I must ask you to excuse us. The blood-link is a delicate process, and the room must be sterile. We need to begin the anchoring immediately."

​He looked at the two brothers. "Which of you will be the anchor?"

​"I’ll do it," Levi said, stepping forward without a second of hesitation. His jaw was set, his eyes flashing with a protective fire.

​Louis and I were ushered out of the room. The heavy click of the medical suite door sounded like a gavel, sealing them inside. I felt a sudden, cold void in my chest the moment I lost physical contact with Lennox, my hands still tingling from the residual gold of my power.

​We walked back to my room in a daze. I collapsed onto the couch, my legs finally giving out from the emotional and physical drain. Louis sat beside me, pulling me into his side. He didn’t say anything at first; he just wrapped a strong arm around my shoulders and began to stroke my back in slow, rhythmic circles.

​"Everything will be fine, Olivia," he murmured, his voice a low rumble meant to soothe. "Lennox is the most stubborn man I’ve ever known. He won’t let go, especially not after everything you’ve been through."

​"He has a wolf, Louis," I whispered, staring blankly at the wall. "He’s been suffering all this time, thinking he was half a man, and his wolf was just... buried. Waiting."

​"And we’ll get them both back," Louis promised. "One way or another."

​For hours, we waited. The sun moved across the sky, casting long, amber shadows across the floor of my room. Every minute felt like an eternity, a slow torture of what-ifs.

​Finally, there was a sharp knock at the door. One of the technicians stood there, looking exhausted. "The doctor is ready for you."

​We didn’t wait. We ran.

​When we entered the room, the air smelled of ozone and copper. Levi was sitting in a chair beside the bed, his arm connected to a complex series of tubes that ran into a whirring machine before filtering into Lennox’s IV line. Levi looked pale, his eyes hooded with fatigue, but he gave us a weak thumbs-up.

​Lennox was still deep in his drug-induced sleep, his chest rising and falling in a slow, mechanical rhythm.

​Dr. Kapoor stepped away from a monitor, wiping his brow. He looked at me with a heavy expression.

​"The anchor is holding," Kapoor said, gesturing to the machines. "The cellular decay has slowed, and the realignment has begun. But we hit a snag during the deep scan."

​My heart plummeted. "What kind of snag?"

​"The wolf," Kapoor said, pointing to a screen showing a jagged, pulsing light. "As we suspected, the treatment is attacking the source of the decay, but because the decay is tied to the wolf’s suppressed energy, the wolf is fighting back. He doesn’t understand we are trying to help. He thinks he’s being hunted."

​He looked at me urgently. "He’s in a state of spiritual cardiac arrest. If he doesn’t calm down, he will burn out Lennox’s heart from the inside before the medicine can even work. I need you to go in, Olivia."

​"Go in?" I asked, my voice trembling.

​"Through the bond," Kapoor commanded. "You need to reach his mind. You need to find that wolf in the dark and tell him to stand down. If you can’t soothe the beast, the man will die."

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