Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 326: In Danger

Oliva’s POV

"So... what do you think?" Mother asked, raising a brow at . She gave that confident look, like she was offering the best gift in the world, utterly convinced I wouldn’t dare refuse.

My wolf was already pacing inside , her hackles raised. And God help , she was my mother. If she had been anyone else, I would’ve spat in her face for suggesting such rubbish.

With a glare sharp enough to cut steel, I t her eyes. "Never happening, Mother. I’m not marrying Lord Frederick," I hissed.

The anger on her face deepened, but I didn’t care. In fact, in that mont, I regretted healing her. I should’ve just let her stay in the coma. Life would’ve been so much easier for .

Her eyes darkened with my refusal, but I still didn’t care. Right now, she felt more like a stranger than the woman who gave birth to .

"This is your destiny, Olivia. You can’t run from it," she snarled, not even giving a chance to respond before spinning on her heel and storming out, slamming the door behind her.

"She’s acting like a bitch... no offense," my wolf growled.

I frowned—not at my wolf’s choice of words, but at the whole twisted situation I’d found myself in. I thought eting my real family, learning who I truly was, would finally make feel happy. But right now? I wished I’d never found out. I wished I could go back to being the Parkers’ daughter... sohow, life had been so much simpler then.

I inhaled deeply, but the air felt thick, suffocating. I could have teleported straight to the triplets, but I wanted them to sort out their issues without interfering. So instead of mind-linking or appearing before them, I decided to reach out to Sofia. We hadn’t spoken since Lord Frederick’s party. She hadn’t made any effort to contact .

Hi, Sofia, I called through the mind link.

She didn’t respond at first. But after a few long seconds, her voice finally connected.

Hi, Olivia, she said, but her voice sounded strained... exhausted.

My brow furrowed, even though I knew she couldn’t see it. "What’s going on, Sofia? You sound... off."

There was a tense silence, then her voice ca through the mind link, soft and tired. "I’m at the pack hospital. My son’s been ill for a few days now... and it’s been getting worse."

My chest tightened instantly. "Why didn’t you tell earlier?" I asked, already getting worked up.

"I didn’t want to bother you. You’ve already been dealing with so much—"

"I don’t care," I cut her off. "I’m coming right now."

Before she could argue, I ended the link and teleported.

The cool scent of antiseptic and healing herbs hit my nose the mont I arrived at the pack hospital. My wolf stirred anxiously inside . I followed Sofia’s scent down the quiet hallways while ignoring the curious eyes of the people passing by.

Finally, I reached the children’s ward. The faint sounds of soft cries and low voices filled the air. I spotted Sofia sitting beside a bed, her posture slumped, her eyes red from lack of sleep.

The mont she saw , she looked shocked and got to her feet. "You ca so quick," she whispered.

I looked at her closely, and my heart clenched. She looked... different. Thinner. Her cheeks had hollowed out, her skin pale, and there were faint shadows under her eyes. She had been living here, fighting this battle alone, and I hadn’t even known.

My gaze shifted to the boy lying on the bed. The mont my eyes landed on him, my breath caught in my throat. Even in his frail state, with his small chest rising and falling weakly, there was no denying the resemblance. The shape of his jaw, the curve of his eyebrows... he looked exactly like Alpha Damien.

I took a shaky step toward the bed, my hand hovering over the boy’s forehead. My wolf whimpered softly inside , urging to act. "What’s wrong with him, Sofia?" I asked, already gathering my energy to heal him.

She shook her head slowly, her lips trembling. "The healers have done everything they can. They’ve managed to stabilize him for now... but it’s not enough."

My heart pounded. "Not enough? What does he need?"

Her voice cracked as she whispered, "He needs a bone marrow transplant. And the match... it has to co from his father."

The words hit like a punch to the gut. My gaze flicked between her and the boy.

My stomach churned, but I forced the words out. "So what are you going to do, Sofia?"

She looked away, her chin trembling before the first tear slid down her cheek. "I... I don’t know," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I’m confused."

Sothing inside snapped. "Confused?!" I hissed, my voice echoing too loudly in the ward. "This is your son’s life we’re talking about, Sofia. You don’t have the luxury of being confused right now!"

Her head whipped toward , her eyes blazing through the tears. "You don’t understand! If Damien finds out—if he knows—he’ll take him from , Olivia. I’ll lose him forever!"

Before I could bite back a response, the steady beeping from the monitor next to the bed turned erratic. My wolf shot forward inside , panic surging in my veins.

"He’s crashing!" one of the healers shouted as they rushed in.

I moved instinctively, placing my hands over the boy’s frail body and pouring my energy into him, forcing warmth and life back into his weakening system. My magic clashed with the healer’s power, blending into a desperate push to stabilize him.

Slowly—agonizingly slowly—the monitor’s beeps steadied again. His breathing evened out, but his skin was still far too pale.

A doctor stepped forward, her face grim as she looked between us. "That was close. But listen to —he won’t last much longer like this. The transplant has to be done in the next twenty-four hours... or there’s nothing more we can do."

Sofia’s knees buckled, and I caught her before she hit the floor. My wolf growled.

I gripped her shoulders, forcing her to look at . "Listen to —if you don’t act now, you’re going to lose your son." My voice shook with desperation, but I didn’t let her look away. "You think you’re protecting him by hiding this from Damien, but you’re not. You’re killing him."

Her lips trembled. "Olivia—"

"No," I cut her off sharply. "There’s no more ti to argue. Let teleport to Damien and bring him here. He needs to know. He needs to be here."

She froze, torn between fear and hope, her eyes darting to her son’s still form. For a long mont, the only sound was the steady beep of the monitor.

Then, finally, she gave a small, shaky approving nod.

I didn’t waste a second. "Stay with him," I said, already feeling the power hum in my veins. In the next heartbeat, the hospital ward blurred around , and I vanished into the pull of my teleportation.