Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Save Me

Lennox's POV

While everyone seemed to be buzzing around me, worried, whispering, asking questions, my eyes were only on Olivia, who was leaving the yard.

I couldn't believe what she did back then in the woods. It was without fear, without hesitation, something Anita failed to do.

If it had been left to Anita… I probably would've died in that forest before my brothers ever showed up. Olivia had practically saved my life.

"Sit," Levi said, snapping me out of my thoughts as he gently guided me to a chair near the healer's tent. "You're not walking that off."

I let him lower me down, gritting my teeth as pain shot through my thigh again. The healer—a short, silver-haired woman with sharp eyes—stepped forward, already reaching for her satchel.

"Snake venom," she muttered, her fingers probing gently around the bite. "Rare one too. If the person who sucked the poison out hadn't done it quickly and well, you'd already be unconscious. Possibly worse."

I heard Anita sniff behind her, still crying silently, but I didn't look at her. My gaze was locked on Olivia again, who was almost out of sight.

"Who did it?" the healer asked, still examining the wound.ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"Olivia," I said flatly.

The healer glanced up and gave a curt nod of approval. "She saved his life. Good instincts, fast hands. She must've known exactly what she was doing."

And for the first time in a long time, I felt something twist in my chest. Shame… and maybe something else. Perhaps pride… as a memory replayed in my head.

It was years ago. Olivia couldn't have been more than eleven, a scrappy little thing with big curious eyes and wild curls that never seemed to stay tied back. She'd begged to come with me, Levi, and Louis on a short run through the woods. Just a harmless patrol near the stream. Nothing dangerous, or so we thought.

We were halfway back when Louis yelped and fell, clutching his ankle. At first, we thought he just tripped—until I saw the two small puncture wounds swelling with angry redness.

"Snake," I said, dropping to my knees. "He's been bitten."

Levi panicked for a second, but I didn't. I didn't have time to. Instinct kicked in. I tore Louis's boot off and pressed my mouth to the bite, spitting out the venom before it could spread. Again and again, until the blood ran cleaner. Then I ripped my shirt, tied it tight around his leg, and threw him on Levi's back.

Through all of it, Olivia stood frozen… but not with fear. Her eyes were locked on me, unblinking, her small hands clenched by her sides.

When we finally made it back to the pack house, Louis was groaning but stable. Levi was out of breath, and I was spitting to get the taste of blood and venom out of my mouth.

Olivia had followed me to the stream where I was rinsing my hands.

"How did you know what to do?" she asked, staring at me like I was some kind of hero.

I blinked at her. "I just… did. You act fast. You get the venom out, tie it off, keep them still."

"Will you show me?" she asked. "So I know. Just in case."

I crouched down beside her then, dipping my hands into the water again, and said, "Alright, pup. You watch and remember. If someone ever gets bitten, you do exactly this…"

And she did.