Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 652

Chapter 652: Reject Him

Olivia’s POV

​I stood in the living room, my hands still shaking from the venomous words I’d hurled at him. I was about to go after him, to beg for forgiveness, when the front doors burst open.

​Three doctors I’d never seen before—human specialists—sprinted past me toward the stairs, carrying heavy medical bags and a portable defibrillator. The silence of the mansion was shattered by the frantic pounding of feet and the shouted commands of Martha from the landing.

​Chaos erupted. Levi and Louis appeared from the hallway, their faces filled with pure terror. They didn’t even look at me as they followed the doctors into the wing Lennox had forbidden me to enter.

​"What is happening?!" I screamed, but no one answered. The door to his suite slammed shut.

​I didn’t wait. I focused on the space behind that door and teleported.

​The smell of ozone and burnt hair hit me first. Lennox was shirtless on the bed, his skin so translucent I could see the dark, spiderwebbing veins beneath. One of the doctors was holding the paddles of a defibrillator.

​"Clear!"

​Lennox’s body jerked violently off the mattress, his back arching in a silent, horrific spasm. I let out a choked sob, but the doctors didn’t even flinch. They were watching the monitor.

​"Again! Two hundred joules! Clear!"

​Thump. Another jerk.

​"No... no, Lennox!" I rushed forward.

​"Olivia, stay back!" Levi tried to grab my waist, but I didn’t have time for his pity. I flared my energy, a wave of kinetic force pushing him backward into the wall.

​I reached the bed and shoved one of the nurses aside. I slammed my hands onto Lennox’s sweat-soaked forehead and closed my eyes, sinking my consciousness into his body.

​"Stop her! She’ll worsen the shock!" a doctor yelled, but their voices became distant echoes.

​I felt it. It was like stepping into a house that was being consumed by a silent, invisible fire. His heart was a stuttering, dying bird, but beneath that... there was a darkness. A rot. I could feel his organs—his lungs, his kidneys—flickering like dying lightbulbs, shutting down one by one. This wasn’t a "mate bond" reaction. This was a system failure.

​I poured everything I had into him, my wolf howling, forcing my own life force into his chest to kickstart his rhythm. I felt his heart catch, then roll, and finally settle into a weak, steady thump... thump... thump...

​The monitor steadied. The doctors gasped, stepping back.

​I opened my eyes, gasping for air, but I didn’t let go. I tried to probe deeper, to see why he was rotting, but suddenly, a weak hand came up and shoved my wrists away with a surge of desperate strength.

​Lennox was looking at me, his eyes bloodshot and unfocused, but full of a terrifying, stubborn resolve. He couldn’t speak, but the rejection in his shove was louder than any shout.

​I stumbled back, my breath hitching. I turned my head, my gaze landing on Elena. She was standing by the window, looking perfectly healthy, her face pale only from the shock of the scene.

​The rage returned, hotter than before. I lunged at her, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her.

​"What kind of sickness is this?!" I screamed in her face. "Why are you standing there glowing with health while he is jerking on a bed? What kind of bond is this, Elena? Answer me!"

​"Olivia... stop..." Lennox’s voice was a ghostly whisper from the bed.

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