Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 175: What I Felt

Olivia’s POV

"Why are they not up yet?" Sir Damon asked, his worry so obvious in his voice.

The healers didn’t respond as they kept doing their incantations.

Where I stood beside the door, I felt guilty and worried. You can’t blame me... I once loved them. Loved? No... that word felt too weak. I adored them. Cherished them. I worshipped the ground they walked on.

And now they were lying there in such a state because of my action.

My wolf whimpered deep inside me. She was scared, just like me. I swallowed hard, trying to push the fear away, but it was growing stronger by the second.

"What the fuck is the problem!" Sir Damon suddenly shouted, stepping closer. "Why is none of them responding yet?!"

His voice cracked with panic. I understood why. These were his only sons. And now all three were in danger.

One of the healers finally spoke, her voice filled with worry.

"It’s the bond," she said. "The emotional connection between them and Luna Olivia. It’s strong... and what she did—making out with another wolf—caused them a deep pain. A pain their wolves didn’t know how to handle."

I felt my heart drop.

Lady Fiona looked at me, really looked. Her eyes were full of sadness, maybe disappointment, but she didn’t say anything. She turned her gaze back to the triplets.

Sir Damon didn’t speak either. He clenched his jaw, staring at his sons like he was begging them to wake up.

Another healer spoke, worry all over her face. noveldrama

"If they don’t wake up soon... we’ll have to move them to the Sanctuary."

My brows pulled together. "The Sanctuary?"

"It’s a sacred place," she explained softly. "For wolves with deep or dangerous conditions. Illnesses that normal healing can’t fix. There... some rituals are performed. But not everyone comes back the same."

A chill ran through me.

"No," I whispered, barely able to breathe. Not the Sanctuary. Anything but that.

I looked at the triplets again—my heart aching. This wasn’t what I wanted. Not like this. I never wanted to hurt them this far.

My wolf stirred inside me, her voice soft and unsure. "Try... try to use your healing ability... maybe we can help."

My hands trembled a little as I looked down at them. I hadn’t used that side of me since two days ago. I didn’t even know if it would work... but I had to try. Because if anything happens to them, I won’t be able to live with the guilt.

I looked around the room. Everyone was so tense, so focused on the triplets.

They couldn’t know. No one could know about this ability—not yet. I didn’t even fully understand it myself. It was something I kept hidden... something I wasn’t sure was real.

So, from where I stood near the wall, I slowly closed my eyes. I took a deep breath and focused.

I reached for them—not with my hands, but with the mate bond.

"Connect," my wolf whispered. "Find them."

I let my mind stretch, searching for the bond, the invisible thread that still tied me to them. I didn’t know what I was doing exactly. I didn’t have a guide or a spell. Just feeling. Just instinct.

At first, there was nothing.

Just darkness.

Confusion.

Doubt crept in.

What if this doesn’t work? What if I make it worse?

But I pushed past it. I focused on them—their faces, their smiles, their laughter, the memories we once shared. I focused on how much I cared, even after everything. I poured that feeling out through the bond.

And then...

A shift.

It was small at first. Like a flicker of light in the dark.

Then stronger.

A spark.

I felt something click into place—and just then, I heard a sharp gasp.

It was from Lady Fiona.

My eyes flew open, my breath caught in my throat.

All three triplets were staring up at the ceiling, eyes wide, blinking slowly like they were waking from a deep sleep.

A soft cry escaped Lady Fiona’s lips, her hands covering her mouth.

Sir Damon rushed forward, his eyes full of shock and relief. "They’re awake..."

The healers quickly moved closer, checking their vitals, whispering quietly.

But I just stood there, frozen in place.

It worked.

Somehow... it worked.

As if something pulled them toward me, all three of the triplets slowly turned their heads... and looked right at me.

Our eyes locked.

I froze.

I expected to see anger. Hatred. Disgust.

But I was wrong.

There was none of that.

Just... pain.

"Everyone out," Lennox said, his voice hoarse but authoritative.

The room went still.

Sir Damon hesitated, but Lennox repeated, "Please leave. All of you. Except Olivia."

Lady Fiona glanced at me, then at her sons, before giving a silent nod to the healers. One by one, everyone filed out of the room, leaving just me... and them.

The door clicked shut behind the last person.

The silence that followed felt heavy.

Lennox sat up slightly, wincing. "Is this what you felt that night?" he asked, his eyes fixed on me, pain evident in them.

I couldn’t speak.

So I didn’t.

I just stood there.

Levi rubbed a hand over his face. "I’ve heard that when a wolf’s mate is with someone else... they feel it. The pain. But I never thought it was this bad."

He looked up at me, his voice full of regret now.

"That night... when we were with Anita... we didn’t know. We didn’t know it would hurt this much."

A sharp laugh slipped from my lips—but it wasn’t from happiness.

"Really?" I snapped. "You didn’t think it would hurt? I passed out from the pain."

They all looked at me, their eyes full of regret.

"And what did you do?" I went on, my voice shaking. "You threw me outside like I was nothing."

Louis’s brows furrowed in confusion. "Threw you out? What are you talking about?"

I stared at him, cold and bitter. "Don’t act clueless."

"No," he said, shaking his head. "When we noticed you weren’t responding, we panicked. We called a guard. Told him to take you back to your room."

I let out a short breath and crossed my arms.

"Liar."

His head jerked back like I slapped him.

"When I woke up," I paused and took a deep breath, stopping myself from crying, "my mother told me the guards said they found me lying outside the door. Alone."

All three men blinked, clearly confused. "What?"

"I was unconscious in the hallway," I said. "Like trash someone just dumped outside."

The room fell silent again before Lennox spoke. "Olivia, that’s not true... we didn’t throw you out..."

I frowned and cut him off. "I don’t care... it doesn’t matter whether you threw me out or not, but the fact remains that you three did what you did. And what you felt now? That was just a glimpse of what I went through. Just making out with another man knocked you unconscious. So imagine if I had fucked him! Just imagine the pain, that was what I felt, and even worse."