Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Olivia’s POV

"Levi!" I called out in panic, dropping to my knees as his body slumped into me. "Levi, wake up!"

But he didn’t move. He felt ice-cold and terrifyingly still. Something in me cracked. I pressed my hand against his chest, trying to feel his heartbeat—faint, but there.

I placed my palm firmly, trying to do something, anything—maybe unleash my ability—but nothing was working.

Footsteps pounded behind me.

"Alpha!" a guard shouted. "Is everything alright?"

"No, get help!" I snapped. "He needs a healer—now!"

But before the guard could even react, two familiar scents hit me. Lennox and Louis appeared from the darkness, worry carved into their faces.

"What the hell happened?" Louis asked, eyes narrowing as he dropped beside me.

"I—I don’t know," I stammered. "He just collapsed. I tried to stop him—he said he was fine—he lied."

Lennox’s jaw tightened, and for a split second, his expression wasn’t surprised. It was... grim. Like he had expected this.

"Get the healer," Lennox barked at the guards, his voice sharp with Alpha command. "Now."