Fated To Not Just One, But Three-Chapter 665: Bond

​Olivia’s POV

​"Do it," I whispered.

​I didn’t wait for anyone to stop me. I rushed to Lennox’s side and grabbed his cold hand in both of mine. "How do I reach him?"

​"Close your eyes," Dr. Kapoor said gently. "Follow the bond. Don’t look for the man. Look for the wolf."

​I shut my eyes tight.

​Inside my chest, the bond pulled at me. It was usually warm and steady, but now it felt sharp and painful, like a wire crackling with lightning. I held onto it and let the sounds of machines fade away.

​Everything went dark.

​When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t in the hospital. I was standing in a forest.

​But it wasn’t the green forest of our pack lands. This place was frozen and dead. Black trees stretched toward a dark sky. Frost covered the ground, thick and heavy. The air tasted like sadness.

​"Lennox?" I called.

​My voice didn’t echo. A deep growl came from the mist.

​I turned slowly.

​A huge wolf stepped out of the shadows. He was bigger than any wolf I had ever seen. His fur was matted with blood and gray like ash. His eyes glowed red—wild and angry.

​It was Lennox’s wolf. But it was broken.

​"It’s me," I said softly. "Olivia."

​The wolf snarled and lowered his body. He didn’t know me; he only saw danger.

​"You’re hurting him," I cried. "The doctors are trying to help! You’re killing his heart!"

​The wolf lunged.

​He knocked me to the frozen ground and pinned me down. His breath was hot and foul. His teeth were inches from my face. He was lost.

​"Please," I sobbed. "I’m your mate. I’m the woman you chose. I’m the mother of your sons."

​I reached up with shaking hands and touched his head.

​"Don’t leave me," I begged. "Don’t leave our boys."

​For a moment, the red in his eyes flickered. Then, light burst from my hand.

Golden light spread across the frost. The cold began to melt. The red faded from his eyes, turning into the warm brown I knew so well.

​The wolf whimpered. His body shrank beneath my hands. Suddenly, I was holding a man.

​Lennox.

​He was naked, shaking, and covered in dark lines that spread across his skin like cracks. He looked so tired.

​"Olivia?" he whispered. "I’m scared. The cold won’t stop."

​"I’m here," I said, pulling him close. "The cold is the sickness. But help is coming. You have to stop fighting."

​"It feels like dying," he said.

​"I won’t let you die," I said firmly. "Follow my voice. Follow the light."

​I began to glow. Ahead of us, a thin line of red and gold light cut through the dark sky.

​"That’s Levi," I said. "That’s the medicine. Walk with me."

​He leaned on me as we walked. Every step was hard, but the dark lines on his skin slowly faded. The air grew warmer.

​Then, everything shattered.

​I gasped and sat up. I was back in the hospital. My hands were still holding Lennox’s.

​The heart monitor was steady now. His skin looked better; color was coming back.

​"He’s stable," Dr. Kapoor said in awe. "The wolf accepted the bond."

​I collapsed back into the chair, shaking.

​"You did it," Levi whispered weakly, smiling. "You saved him."

​I held Lennox’s hand tighter. And for the first time in a long while, I believed he might live.

​Hours passed in a blurred haze of relief and exhaustion. Levi had finally been disconnected from the blood-link and taken to a nearby room to sleep off the fatigue, leaving the suite quiet. I refused to leave. I sat in the chair pulled flush against Lennox’s bed, a book resting forgotten in my lap as I watched the steady rise and fall of his chest.

​The monitor gave a soft, rhythmic chirp—a heartbeat that finally sounded like it belonged to a living man instead of a machine.

​Suddenly, Lennox’s fingers twitched against the sheets. His eyes flickered, his lashes dark against his pale skin, before he slowly groaned and opened them. He looked around the room, his gaze hazy and confused, resting on the IV drips and the specialized monitors before finally landing on me.

​"Olivia?" His voice was a mere rasp, but it was steady.

​"I’m right here," I whispered, leaning forward and brushing a cool hand over his forehead. "You’re okay. You’re safe. It’s over now," I said, a tear of joy escaping and trailing down my cheek. "The new treatment is working, Lennox. Dr. Kapoor and Levi... they anchored you. The decay is slowing down. I truly believe you’re going to be cancer-free soon. We’re finally winning."

​He took a deep, tentative breath, his eyes widening slightly as if he expected pain that never came. He moved his arm, then his legs, under the blanket. "I feel... different," he whispered, a look of wonder crossing his face. "Light. Like the weight of the world was lifted off my chest."

​I squeezed his hand. "Do you feel him? Your wolf?"

​Lennox went still, closing his eyes for a long moment, searching the internal silence he had lived with for years. A small, stunned smile broke across his lips. "Yes... just a little. He’s quiet, and he’s tired, but he’s there. He’s resting in the sun."

​I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his temple. "I don’t care if he ever shifts again, Lennox. With or without your wolf, I love you. You are the man who fought for me, and I am the woman who will always fight for you."

​I looked deep into his eyes, my voice turning into a solemn vow. "Once you are fully recovered—once you have your strength back—I want to be your mate again. Truly. I want you to mark me, Lennox. I want the world to know I belong to you, and you to me, forever."

​Lennox’s eyes shone with unshed tears. He reached up, his hand slightly shaky but determined, and cupped my neck. He pulled me down until our lips were inches apart.

​"I will mark you so deep the Moon Goddess herself will see it," he promised, his voice thick with emotion. "I’m not letting you go again, Olivia. Not in this life or the next."

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