Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 562: Useless

Olivia’s POV

"No one is dying!" I shouted... my angry voice echoing off the wall. My voice shook. My whole body shook. I didn’t even know when I moved... but suddenly I was standing between all three of them.

I looked from Louis... to Levi... then to Lennox.

"What is wrong with all of you?" I shouted angrily, my voice breaking. "Our children are out there. Scared. Alone. And instead of thinking... instead of planning... instead of using your heads... you three want to argue about who should die?"

Louis lowered his eyes.

Levi clenched his jaw.

Lennox looked away.

But none of them spoke.

I stepped closer to Lennox first. My hand shook as I pointed at him. "Don’t ever say sothing like that again. Don’t ever offer yourself like your life ans nothing."

He opened his mouth, but I didn’t let him talk.

"You are their father," I said. "Do you know what it will do to the boys? Do you know what it will do to us? To ? Stop talking like you are ready to die. I won’t let you."

Lennox looked stunned... almost guilty.

Then I turned to Levi.

"And you," I whispered.

He swallowed hard.

"This is not the ti to fight with Lennox. This is not the ti to prove anything. Not the ti to let old wounds speak."

Levi looked away, like a child being scolded.

"You are angry. I know. You are scared. I know. But focus. Our children need their fathers to THINK, not fight."

Then I faced Louis.

His eyes were already away from , like he was scared to look in the eyes.

"You too," I said softly. "Don’t ever talk like soone dying is an option. Not you. Not Levi. Not Lennox. Not any of you."

The room went quiet.

Painfully quiet.

I took a shaky breath. "We are parents. Our job is to protect them, not to give up."

For a mont... no one moved.

Then Lennox spoke first... his voice low.

"Then what do we do, Olivia?" he asked. "Forty-eight hours. A witch barrier. No trail. No scent. No vision. No location. Tell what we do."

I opened my mouth... but nothing ca out.

Because I didn’t know.

I didn’t know what to do.

My wolf paced inside , wild, angry, ready to break sothing.

What do we do?

What do we do when magic is blocking us? What do we do when the enemy wants a head? What do we do when ti is ticking?

I didn’t realize I was shaking again until Louis touched my arm gently.

"Olivia..." he whispered. "Please take a breath."

"No." I shook my head and yanked his hand away from as I began to pace around. "I feel so useless..." I spat in anger as I continued to pace around like a caged animal. "What is the use of this ability... what is the use of having this ability when I can’t use it to save my children... what is the fucking use." I spat and kicked a stool out of my way.

None of the n said a word; rather, Lennox began wheeling himself away.

"I need to speak to soone..." Levi said as he excused himself.

"I need to check on the warriors we sent out." Louis said as he also walked away, leaving alone, drowning in my pain, fear, and worry.

I focused on my wolf. "What do we do... there has to be sothing," I said frustratedly...

She sighed and whispered softly... "Maybe we should try again."

I nodded as I closed my eyes and tried again.

Tried to teleport.

I tried to push through the barrier with everything inside .

I thought of Liam.

I thought of Leon.

I thought of Leo.

My babies.

My boys.

Their scared little voices.

The way they cried on that phone.

"Co on... co on..." I whispered, my whole body shaking as I tried harder.

My energy flared.

My wolf howled.

My veins heated up...

But then—

BAM.

Sothing slamd into like a wall.

I gasped and stumbled back, almost falling.

It didn’t work.

Again.

I clenched my teeth and tried one more ti.

Harder.

Stronger.

With everything in .

But again...

nothing.

Just that sa dark block slamming backwards.

I let out a deep, angry grunt and punched the air. "What is this?! Why?! Why can’t I reach them—why?!"

My wolf whined inside . She sounded defeated... tired... heartbroken.

"I’m sorry," she whispered. "I think... I think the Shadow Fangs used a blood-binding spell. A very old one. It blocks teleporters."

My heart dropped.

Blood-binding spell?

That type of magic was done with sacrifice... pain... death.

My vision blurred with fresh tears.

"I can’t get to my children..." I whispered, my voice breaking. "I can’t reach them... I can’t find them..."

My knees shook.

Then suddenly—

I thought of Lennox.

The way he wheeled himself out of the room without a word.

The look in his eyes.

The pain hiding under the anger.

I didn’t like it.

Not one bit.

So without thinking twice... I marched down the hallway and went straight to his room.

I didn’t knock.

I pushed the door open.

Lennox was there—sitting by the window in his wheelchair, staring at nothing. His jaw was tight, his shoulders stiff, his hands gripping the armrests so hard I could see his veins.

He didn’t look at .

But he knew I was there.

I stepped inside quietly.

"Lennox..." I whispered.

Still no answer.

I moved closer until I was standing right in front of him.

"Look at ."

Slowly—very slowly—he raised his eyes.

And what I saw made my heart drop.

Pain.

Fear.

Guilt.

Anger.

Every terrible emotion a father could feel.

He swallowed hard. "Any news yet?"

I shook my head. "No. I tried. But sothing is blocking . Sothing dark."

His jaw clenched harder.

Silence filled the room. Heavy. Thick.

I sighed and knelt down in front of his wheelchair.

"Lennox... talk to ."

He looked away again, his voice rough. "What do you want to say, Olivia? That I’m calm? That I’m okay? That I believe we’ll find them? I’m not calm. I’m not okay. I don’t believe anything right now."

I felt my chest tighten.

He continued, voice low and shaking, "I can’t protect them. I can’t even walk. I can’t run after them. I can’t fight. And now the Shadow Fangs have them. My sons... my boys..."

He drew in a sharp breath and whispered, "I am their father... but I can’t even save them."

My eyes stung.

I reached forward and took his hand.

"Lennox... don’t say that."

He didn’t pull away. Not this ti.

He looked at again. His eyes soft but broken.

"Olivia... what if we lose them? I just t them... I can’t lose them... I have so many things to know about them."

My whole body froze.

"No," I whispered imdiately. "We won’t. We won’t lose them."

"How do you know?" he asked, his voice cracking. "How? We can’t trace them. We can’t scry them. You can’t teleport them. The guards are useless. The trackers will co back empty. And the Fangs want the head of an Alpha. Tell —how are we supposed to save them?"

I opened my mouth... but nothing ca out.

Because I didn’t know.

I really didn’t know.

My throat tightened. My chest burned. Everything inside felt tight and painful. And before I knew it, the words slipped out of my mouth in a broken whisper.

"I feel... so useless."

Lennox lifted his head slowly.

I shook my head over and over, my voice cracking. "I have all these powers... all these gifts... but I can’t even find my children. I can’t save them. I can’t do anything. I’m useless, Lennox. Completely useless."

My voice broke.

"My children are out there... scared... crying for ... and I can’t reach them. I can’t help them. I can’t even break a spell. What kind of mother am I? What kind of Luna am I? What is the use of everything I have if I can’t save the people I love?"

My breath trembled.

Tears spilled down my cheeks, hot and painful.

"I’m useless," I whispered again. "Just useless..."

Lennox’s eyes softened instantly. His hard expression lted in seconds. Before I could even wipe my face, he moved—quickly—pulling forward until I fell right onto his lap.

I gasped. "Lennox—"