Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 651

Chapter 651: Let Me Help

​Olivia’s POV

​The dream was so vivid I could taste the graveyard dirt and smell the lilies. I was standing in the pack cemetery. Louis and Levi were kneeling by a fresh grave, their howls of grief so loud they shattered the silence of the woods. I looked down at the headstone, and the name carved in cold granite was Lennox.

​I woke up gasping, my nightgown clinging to my skin with cold sweat. My heart wasn’t just beating; it was thundering a warning. I didn’t think. I didn’t walk. I pulled on every ounce of my remaining power and teleported.

​The air shimmered, and a second later, I was standing in the middle of Lennox’s darkened suite. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

​The machines were humming their rhythmic, mechanical song. On the bed, Lennox was propped up against the pillows. Elena was asleep in the chair by the window, her head lolling to the side. Lennox was awake, staring out at the moonlight, his face looking like a skeletal mask in the silver light.

​He flinched when I appeared, his hand flying to the oxygen mask resting on his chest.

​"Olivia?" he rasped, his voice sounding like dry leaves skittering over pavement. "What... what are you doing here? I told you to stay out."

​"I saw you," I whispered, my voice trembling as I moved toward the bed. "I saw them burying you, Lennox. I saw the stone."

​He tried to harden his gaze, seeking that cold Alpha steel he’d been using to keep me away, but he looked too exhausted to maintain the lie. "It was a dream. Go back to sleep."

​"No," I said, reaching the edge of the bed. I didn’t care about Elena. I didn’t care about the ’mate’ he claimed to have. I only cared about the man who was fading before my eyes. "Lennox, please. Just let me check you. Let me touch you. My wolf... she’s screaming. She says you’re cold. Let me help. If you won’t let me heal her, at least let me give you some of my strength so you can breathe."

​I reached out, my fingers inches from his forehead. I could feel the heat radiating off him—the fever of a body that was burning itself out.

​"No!" he snapped, recoiling as if my touch were poison. He let out a sharp, ragged cough and pressed the oxygen mask to his face, taking a deep, desperate draw. "Stay... back. I don’t want your help. I have a mate for that. I have doctors."

​"She’s asleep, Lennox!" I cried, gesturing toward Elena. "She’s not even looking at you! How can you choose a stranger who sleeps while you suffer over the woman who would burn the world down to keep you warm?"

​"Because she is my future," he spat, his eyes glassy and unfocused as he fought for breath. "And you are my past. Now... get out. Before I call the guards to drag you to the guest wing."

​I stood there, my heart breaking all over again. The rejection was a physical pain, but the fear was worse. I looked at the monitor. His heart rate was erratic.

​"You’re going to die just to prove a point," I whispered.

​He didn’t answer. He just turned his head away, staring out the window.

​I stood in the silence of his room for another heartbeat, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of his shoulders. He wouldn’t even look at me. The man who once lived for my touch now treated it like acid.

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