Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 450: Go Back

Olivia’s POV

I was standing in a vast, open yard surrounded by towering trees and long, swaying grasses. The place felt unreal—like sothing pulled straight out of a fairy tale.

Then I saw him.

Lennox.

He stood a few feet away from , his back turned, shoulders tense. His black hair moved slightly with the wind, but he didn’t turn around. My heart leapt painfully in my chest.

"Lennox..." I called, my voice trembling.

He didn’t answer.

I took a step forward, reaching out a hand toward him. "Please—turn around. It’s ."

"Stop," he said quietly, his voice deep and calm but distant—like it was coming from far away.

I froze.

"You have to go back, Olivia," he said again, still not facing . "This place... it’s not for you."

My throat tightened. "Then co with ," I whispered. "Let’s go back together. Please."

He shook his head slowly. "I can’t."

Tears filled my eyes. "No. No, you don’t get to say that! You don’t get to leave again!" I ran to him, but the closer I got, the farther away he seed—like the ground itself was pulling us apart.

"Lennox!" I scread, my voice breaking. "Please, don’t do this!"

Finally, he turned halfway, just enough for to see his face—soft, sad, but peaceful. "You have to live," he said quietly. "Promise ."

"I won’t without you!" I sobbed. "I can’t!"

He gave a small, pained smile—one that shattered completely. "You already are," he whispered.

Then, the light began to fade.

"Lennox!" I scread one last ti, reaching for him—but he was gone. The world dissolved into darkness.

And I woke up.

I gasped, my chest heaving. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and blood. My vision swam, but I realized I was surrounded—the healers, Levi, Louis, and others watching anxiously.

I turned my head slowly—and there he was.

Lennox.

Still lying beside . Still pale. Still motionless.

"No..." I whispered, my voice cracking. I crawled to his side, pressing my trembling hands against his chest. "No, no, please..."

I fell onto his body, sobbing so hard my entire body shook. "Please co back," I cried. "You promised you’d be with forever..."

But the only answer was silence and the cold weight of the man I loved lying lifeless beneath my hands.

"Please..." I sobbed louder, hugging him, the image of the dream flashing in my head.

With trembling hands, I reached for Lennox’s forehead. His skin was still cold, lifeless. My body ached, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t lose him—not after everything.

"I can still save him," I whispered desperately, my fingers glowing faintly as my healing power began to spark again. "Please, just one more ti..."

"Olivia, stop!" one of the healers shouted, stepping forward quickly. "You can’t! You’ve already drained too much—you’ll kill yourself!"

"I don’t care!" I scread through tears, pushing past him. "He’s my mate! If I have to die to bring him back, then I will!"

The healer caught my wrists, his voice panicked. "Listen to —your ability won’t work right now. The magic link between you two is unstable. You’ll only make it worse!"

I shook my head wildly. "You’re lying! I can fix him! I have to!"

Suddenly, as if receiving a silent command, Levi moved. He caught from behind, his arms locking tightly around as I struggled and scread. "Olivia, stop! Please!" His voice cracked with emotion. "You’re hurting yourself!"

"Let go!" I cried, kicking and clawing at him, my whole body trembling with rage and grief. "Let go! He needs !"

Louis stepped in, his eyes red, jaw tight. "Olivia—please," he said softly, his voice breaking. "You’ve done enough. You need to rest."

I scread until my voice failed . Tears stread down my face.

Between the two of them, they dragged out of the room. My feet barely touched the ground. I could still see Lennox’s pale face in my mind—the way he looked when he smiled, when he fought, when he called my na.

When the door shut behind us, sothing inside shattered.

They carried down the hall into Levi’s room and set on the bed. I pushed at them weakly, shaking my head. "No! I have to go back! He needs !"

Levi’s hands were firm on my shoulders, his voice rough. "Enough, Olivia. You can’t help him like this."

I looked up at him, my tears endless. "You don’t understand. I can’t lose him!"

Louis turned away, his shoulders shaking. "We all lost sothing tonight," he muttered, his voice low.

I buried my face in my hands and scread into them, muffling the sound. Rage and pain clawed inside . My heart felt like it was breaking apart piece by piece.

And all I could think was, why wasn’t it instead? My body shook uncontrollably, my breaths coming in shallow, broken gasps.

Then, Levi pulled into his arms. It wasn’t gentle; it was a desperate, raw hug. His embrace was tight, grounding in a world that suddenly felt too empty. I clutched his shirt and buried my face against his chest, sobbing until I couldn’t breathe.

Louis knelt beside us, his arms wrapping around both of us from the side. The warmth of their touch hit like a wave, and for a mont, it didn’t matter that the world was falling apart. We were all broken, but broken together.

"I’m scared..." I whispered, my voice trembling. "I don’t want to lose him. I want us complete... the four of us. I can’t—I can’t do this without him."

Louis’ grip tightened around , his forehead resting against my shoulder. I could feel his tears too—silent but real.

Levi pulled back just enough to look at . His eyes were red, but his voice was firm, steady—the way it always was when he wanted to believe him. "Nothing will happen to Lennox," he said, his hand cupping my face gently. "I promise you, Olivia. With my life, I promise."

My lips trembled as I t his gaze, wanting to believe his word.

Then Levi leaned in slowly and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. His voice broke against my skin. "He’ll co back to us. He has to."

And before I could say anything, his lips brushed mine—a tender, trembling kiss that tasted like salt and sorrow.

Louis’ hand stayed on my back, grounding us both as if holding the pieces of our shattered hearts together.

We sat there in silence, tangled in grief and love...three souls holding on to the hope that the fourth would return.

And sowhere deep inside , I swore I felt his heartbeat... faint, but not gone.