What I Felt

Olivia’s POV

“Why are they not up yet?” Sir Damon asked, his worry evident in his voice. The healers remained silent, continuing their incantations. Standing beside the door, I felt guilty and worried. I couldn't blame myself; I once adored them, cherished them, worshipped the ground they walked on.

And now, they lay there, suffering because of my actions. My wolf whimpered inside me; she was scared, just like me. I swallowed hard, trying to push the fear away, but it intensified.

“What the fuck is the problem!” Sir Damon shouted, stepping closer. “Why is none of them responding yet?!” His voice cracked with panic. I understood; these were his only sons, and 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 deep pain, a pain their wolves couldn’t handle.”

My heart dropped. Lady Fiona looked at me, her eyes filled with sadness, perhaps disappointment, but she remained silent, returning her gaze to the triplets. Sir Damon also remained silent, clenching his jaw and staring at his sons as if begging them to wake.

Another healer spoke, worry etched on her face. “If they don’t wake up soon… we’ll have to move them to the Sanctuary.” My brows furrowed. “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—my heart aching. This wasn’t what I wanted. I never wanted to hurt them this much.

My wolf stirred, her voice soft and unsure. “Try… try to use your healing ability… maybe we can help.” My hands trembled slightly as I looked down at them. I hadn’t used that ability since two days ago. I didn’t know if it would work, but I had to try. If anything happened to them, I couldn’t live with the guilt.

I looked around the room. Everyone was tense, focused on the triplets. They couldn’t know about my ability—not yet. I didn’t fully understand it myself. It was something I kept hidden, something I wasn’t sure was real.

So, standing near the wall, I slowly closed my eyes, 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, I had no guide or spell, only feeling, instinct.

At first, there was nothing. Just darkness, confusion. Doubt crept in. What if this didn’t work? What if I made it worse?

But I pushed past it. I focused on them—their faces, smiles, laughter, the memories we shared. I focused on how much I cared, even after everything, and poured that feeling into 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 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, as if 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 and whispering quietly. But I just stood there, frozen.

It worked. Somehow… it worked. As if something pulled them toward me, all three triplets slowly turned their heads and looked right at me. Our eyes locked. I froze. I expected 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 left the room, leaving just me and them. The door clicked shut. The silence 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. “That night… when we were with Anita… we didn’t know. We didn’t know it would hurt this much.”

A sharp laugh escaped 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 as if I’d slapped him.

“When I woke up,” I paused, taking a deep breath to stop 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 you three did what you did. That was just a glimpse of what I went through. Just making out with another man knocked you unconscious. Imagine if I’d fucked him! Imagine the pain—that’s what I felt, and even worse.”