Chapter 461

Olivia’s POV
It had been two long days since I started the ritual. Every morning, I cut my palm and let one drop of my blood fall into Lennox’s mouth, just like the witch told me to. She said my blood would help him find his way back—that it carried the last bit of our broken bond. But nothing had changed yet. Lennox still lay there, quiet and pale. His chest moved slowly, but he didn’t wake.
I sat beside him, holding his hand. My heart hurt, but I refused to give up. “Please,” I whispered, tears running down my face. “Moon Goddess, please help him. Let him come back to me. I’ll give anything.”
Behind me, I heard footsteps—Levi and Louis. They had stopped trying to talk me out of it. Now they only watched from the corner, their faces full of worry. I didn’t turn around. I just kept my eyes on Lennox.
“You once told me you’d always find your way back to me,” I said softly, brushing my hand across his face. “So do it, Lennox. Find your way home.”
The candlelight flickered. The air around us felt different—like something was starting to move. Or maybe… I was only dreaming. Still, I stayed there, hoping, waiting, believing.
“Olivia, you need to please eat,” Levi pleaded the moment I stood up from the bed beside Lennox.
Louis nodded gently. “Yes, dear… you’ve not eaten since yesterday.”
I sighed, shaking my head. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to eat—I just couldn’t. My stomach turned at the thought of food. Too much was happening, and the last thing I could worry about was a meal.
“I’ll eat when I’m hungry,” I said quietly.
Neither of them liked that answer. Levi’s jaw tightened, and he stepped closer, his voice low. “You say that every time, and you never eat. You’re going to collapse, Olivia.”
I frowned, glancing at him. “I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine,” he said, louder this time. “You’re hurting yourself!”
His tone startled me. Levi rarely raised his voice—not at me. He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “Do you even see us anymore?” he asked softly, his voice cracking. “Or are we just shadows standing beside your pain?”
I blinked, not sure what to say. Louis’s eyes darted between us, but he stayed quiet. Levi took another step toward me, his face filled with exhaustion and raw pain.
“I know you love him, Olivia. We all do. But we’re your mates too. We’ve been here every minute, watching you fall apart—and it’s killing us.”
My throat tightened. “Levi
“No,” he cut in, his voice trembling. “Do you know what it feels like to hold you, to see you break, and still know that no matter what I do, I’ll never be enough to take that pain away? That even when I touch you, you’re still reaching for him?”
Tears blurred my vision. “That’s not fair,” I whispered.
He gave a weak, bitter smile. “Neither is watching the woman I love bleed for another man—even if that man is my brother.”
Silence. The kind that makes breathing hard.
I stared at him, anger and disbelief twisting in my chest. “How could you even say that?” My voice rose before I could stop it. “How could you be jealous of your own brother—when he’s fighting for his life?”
Levi blinked, stunned. “Jealous?” he repeated, his tone low.
“Yes!” I shouted, my voice breaking. “That’s what this sounds like! You’re standing here talking about how I make you feel unseen when he’s lying there between life and death!”
Louis stepped forward, trying to calm the situation. “Olivia, he didn’t mean it that way.”
I turned on him too, my chest heaving. “Then how did he mean it, Louis? Because I’m trying to save his brother, your brother, and somehow that’s a problem now?”
Louis’s voice stayed calm but firm. “No one said it’s a problem. But you’re acting like we don’t exist, like Lennox is the only one who matters. Like he’s your real mate, and we’re just… what? Leftovers?”
I froze. “Leftovers?” The word burned in my ears.
Louis sighed, his own pain showing now. “You know that’s not what I mean.”
“Then why say it?” I snapped, my voice shaking. “Do you really think that little of me? Of us?”
Levi stepped closer, his face pale. “We don’t, Olivia. But it’s hard—watching you pour everything into him when we’re right here, bleeding with you. You haven’t even looked at us the same since—”
“Since what?” I interrupted, tears spilling. “Since you took away my bond? Since you decided for me what was best?”
The room went still. I took a shaky breath, my voice breaking as I shouted, “You think I don’t see you, Levi? You think I don’t feel you, Louis? You’re wrong. I feel everything. The pain. The loss. The guilt. But this—this isn’t jealousy! This is love! If either of you were lying here instead of Lennox, I would be doing the exact same thing!”
Louis shook his head slowly, his voice rising for the first time. “We’re not saying you shouldn’t care. But you don’t eat, you don’t sleep—you breathe only for him. Sometimes it feels like the rest of us could die, and you wouldn’t even notice.”
Something inside me snapped.
“This,” I shouted, tears streaking my face, “is exactly why Lennox is better than both of you! If either of you were in his place, he’d be more worried about your lives than wondering who I love most!”
Levi flinched. Louis’s fists tightened at his sides.
“He wouldn’t stand here counting affection,” I went on, my voice trembling. “He’d be helping me save you! That’s who he is! That’s why I—” I stopped, my voice choking on the words. Newest update provided by.net
Silence fell again—the kind that made the air too heavy to breathe.
Then, lower, I whispered, “You two need to kill whatever jealousy you’re holding onto… before it turns into something darker. Because right now—”my throat tightened painfully—”right now I’m scared to even leave him alone with you.”
Louis’s mouth opened slightly, shocked. Levi stared at me like I’d stabbed him straight through the chest. I hadn’t meant it. Not like that. But it was too late.
Levi stepped back slowly, shaking his head. His voice came out rough and heartbroken. “You really think that little of us.”
“Levi—” I reached for him, guilt flooding through me, but he turned away.
Louis’s voice was low, trembling with hurt. “We’d die for him, Olivia. Just like we’d die for you. But I guess you don’t believe that anymore.”
Neither of them said another word. And as they walked out, I felt the room grow colder—like another piece of my heart had been ripped away.
I turned back to Lennox, clutching his hand tightly. “Please,” I whispered, my tears falling on his skin, “come back soon… before I lose everyone.”