Olivia''s POV


    ?Two dayster…


    ?This was the sixth time today I had tried using my abilities on Lennox. Each time, I felt like I was mming my soul against a brick wall. The healers whispered behind my back, telling me I was wasting my life force, that "locked-in" syndrome wasn''t something you could simply wish away. But I didn''t care. I believed in miracles. I had to.


    ?"Lennox, I want to try again," I whispered, leaning over him.


    ?I could see the look of deep worry in his eyes. It wasn''t for himself; it was for me. He watched the way my hands trembled and how pale my skin had be from the constant drain of energy. I could tell he wanted to scream at me to stop, to protect myself, but for the first time in our lives, he couldn''t push me away. His body was a silent, numb anchor.


    ?"Don''t look at me like that," I murmured, brushing a thumb over his brow. "I''m not giving up on you."


    ?I took a deep breath, centering every ounce of power I possessed. I ced my hands firmly on his chest, right over his heart, and closed my eyes. I didn''t just send a spark this time; I poured out every inch of my ability. I envisioned the light traveling through his dormant nerves, knitting back the connections the cancer had tried to sever, forcing life into the ces that had gone cold.


    ?My head throbbed, and a faint whistle started in my ears. I felt myself slipping, my knees buckling as the exhaustion threatened to pull me under. I sighed, my breath hitching in my throat, ready to copse—


    ?And then, I felt it.


    ?A warmth. A slow, tentative pressure.


    ?I felt a hand—solid and real—caressing my arm, sliding up from my wrist to my elbow.


    ?My eyes snapped open. I gasped, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest. Lennox''s hand was moving. It wasn''t a twitch or a spasm. His fingers were curled against my skin, his touch gentle but certain.


    ?He looked up at me, the terror and the "locked" look gone from his eyes. He took a shaky, raspy breath, and then, the impossible happened.


    ?"I think…" he croaked, his voice raw from disuse but unmistakably his. "I think I got back my movement."


    ?A sob of pure, hysterical joy broke from my throat. "Lennox!"


    ?I screamed his name and threw myself onto him, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I hugged him with everything I had, and to my utter disbelief, he hugged me back. His arms were weak, shaking with the effort of the motion, but they were around me. He was holding me.


    ?"You''re moving," I wailed into his shoulder, my tears flowing freely. "You''re moving, Lennox!"


    ?I felt him nuzzle his head against mine, his breath warm against my ear.


    ?"Thank you," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion as he tightened his grip as much as his fading strength would allow. "Thank you for not giving up… thank you, Olivia."


    ?The machines were still beeping, and the cancer was still there, but in this moment, I was happy.


    ?The doctors and healers rushed into the room, their faces etched with pure shock. They moved toward the bed with stethoscopes and scanners, but Lennox held up a shaky hand, stopping them.


    ?"I am fine," he rasped, his voice gaining a bit more strength with every breath. "I just… I want to speak to my mate."


    ?My heart fluttered… he called me his mate.


    ?The specialist looked at the monitors, then at the man who was supposed to be a vegetable, and simply nodded in disbelief. They filed out, closing the door behind them, leaving us in a heavy, beautiful silence.


    ?Lennox reached out, his fingers trembling as he took my hand. He pulled it to his lips, pressing a lingering, soft kiss against my knuckles. His eyes were bright with tears.


    ?"Olivia… I am so sorry," he whispered. "For putting you through all of this. For the lies. The pain I caused you while I was trying to be a hero. I''ve been a fool."


    ?"No," I said, leaning down until our foreheads rested against each other. "Don''t apologize. Not anymore." I took a shaky breath, finally sharing what the healers had whispered to me in the dark hours of the night. "The healers… they told me the truth, Lennox. They told me the real reason for your illness. It started four years ago… when you stepped into that forbidden circle to save my life. You traded your health for mine. You''ve been carrying this weight ever since, haven''t you?"


    ?Lennox didn''t deny it. He just closed his eyes, a single tear escaping.


    ?"Lennox, you are my life," I whispered, showering his face with kisses—his forehead, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose. "I don''t care about the past. I only care that you are here."


    ?Suddenly, the door burst open. Louis and Levi practically fell into the room, their faces frantic. They had heard themotion from the hallway. When they saw Lennox sitting up, his arm wrapped around my waist, they froze.


    ?"Lex?" Levi choked out, his voice cracking.


    ?"I''m back," Lennox said with a weak, tired smile.


    ?They didn''t wait. Both of them rushed to the bedside, nearly knocking me over. Levi grabbed Lennox''s shoulder, sobbing openly, while Louis buried his face in the nkets near Lennox''s hand.


    ?Lennox reached out, pulling his brothers into a fierce, albeit shaky, embrace. The three of them held onto each other—the three Alphas, the three brothers who had been through hell and back.


    ?"I thought we lost you," Louis muffled into the sheets. "I thought you were gone for good."


    ?"Not yet," Lennox promised, his gaze drifting back to me over his brothers'' shoulders. "Not while I still have so much to live for."


    ?Levi finally pulled back, his eyes red but burning with a new, frantic energy. He looked at Lennox, then at me, as if he were making a silent vow to the Moon Goddess herself.


    ?"Yes," Levi said, his voice regaining itsmand. "You have so much to live for, Lex. And we are going to make damn sure of it. We aren''t just waiting for the end anymore."


    ?He leaned in closer to the bed, his expression intense.


    ?"I didn''t tell you before because I didn''t want to give us false hope, but I''ve been reaching out across every border. Another specialist is flying in from India as we speak. He is a pioneer in regenerative cellr therapy for our kind. He''ll be here by tomorrow morning."


    ?Lennox tried to speak, his brow furrowing as if he were worried about the effort, the hope, the potential for another letdown. But Levi ced a firm hand on his shoulder, cutting him off before he could even start.


    ?"Brother, this time you are not leaving us," Levi said firmly, his voice echoing in the quiet room. "You did your part. You fought your way back into this body. Now, it''s our turn to fight to keep you here. We aren''t letting go."


    ?Lennox looked at Levi, then at Louis, and finally, his gaze settled on me. The heavy, dark resignation that had lived in his eyes for months was finally starting to crack. He reached out and squeezed my hand, his grip slightly stronger than before.


    ?"I believe him," I whispered, leaning in to brush my lips against his cheek. "We''re going to do this, Lennox. All of us."


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