Fated To Not Just One, But Three-Chapter 118: Wants Gabriel

Chapter 118: Wants Gabriel

Louis' POV

"What?" Lennox snapped, spinning around so fast the bottle slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor.

"She—she woke up screaming," Lolita stammered. "She doesn't recognize anyone. She threw a vase at Nora, and then a glass of water at me. She's frightened. She's crying and shouting that she wants to go home to Alpha Gabriel."

"Shit," Levi muttered, already pushing off the wall and moving past Lolita.

I followed, and Lennox was right beside us, moving so fast I almost didn't recognize him.

When we reached her room, we could hear the chaos even before the door opened—Olivia's voice, shrill and panicked, echoing through the hallway.

"I said leave me alone! Get away from me! I don't know any of you!"

My heart cracked again.

Levi opened the door slowly. Inside, Olivia was curled in a corner of the bed, her chest heaving, hair wild around her face. Nora stood at a distance, looking worried. Pieces of broken glass and porcelain littered the floor.

The moment she saw us, her eyes widened—and not with recognition. With fear.

"Don't come near me!" she cried, her voice hoarse. "Why did you kidnap me! What do you want from me?!"

"Olivia—" Lennox took a step forward, his voice gentle for the first time in hours.

"Don't say my name like you know me!" she screamed, pressing herself further into the headboard. "Just—just let me go!"

I froze, unable to move, my wolf whimpering inside me. Seeing her like this—so afraid of us—was worse than anything I had ever felt in my life.

Lennox stood still, jaw clenched, eyes glimmering with pain. His hands were balled into fists at his sides, as if physically restraining himself from rushing to her.

Levi looked at her like someone had just stabbed him.

"She's scared of us," I whispered, my voice cracking.

Olivia's eyes darted between the three of us like a cornered animal, her breaths coming in fast, shallow bursts. Her fists clutched the blanket like it was her last defense.

"Please," she sobbed, "just let me go. I don't belong here—I don't know any of you!"

"Olivia, you're safe, I swear—" Levi tried again, stepping forward.

She flinched so hard she nearly fell off the bed.

"I SAID STAY AWAY!"

Her voice echoed through the room, raw and hoarse, like her throat was being torn apart by her screams.

"I want to see Gabriel!" she shouted suddenly, her voice rising above everything else. "I want Alpha Gabriel! Bring him here! He'll come for me!"

My heart plummeted.

Lennox froze.

"I don't know what kind of sick game this is," she cried, voice shaking, "but you can't keep me here! Gabriel will find me! He loves me!"

A sharp silence fell, broken only by her hiccupped sobs. She wasn't just scared now—she was desperate. Her body trembled with panic, her eyes wild with the belief that Gabriel was the only person who could save her.

Levi took a slow step back, swallowing hard. Lennox didn't move. His eyes stayed fixed on her, but his body trembled like a taut bowstring on the verge of snapping.

"I—" My voice failed. I turned to Levi, then to Lennox. "This isn't working. We're not helping her like this."

"What are you saying?" Levi rasped, barely looking at me.

I clenched my fists and took a breath that burned in my lungs.

"I'm saying we need to talk to Gabriel."

That got both their attention.

Levi's eyes widened. "You want to—what? Ask him for help?"

Lennox growled, stepping forward. "Are you insane? You want to go to the bastard? You think he will want to help?"

"She believes he is her husband now," I snapped, trying not to yell. "She's screaming for him. Crying for him. Right now, he's the only one she trusts."

Silence fell again, heavy and suffocating.

"I hate it too," I said, voice low. "I hate that she thinks he's her home. But if we want her to calm down—we have to understand that we need Gabriel's help."

Lennox's jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring. I could see the war in his eyes.

"If she stays like this… her condition will worsen," I continued. "She'll keep seeing us as the enemy."

Levi finally nodded. "He is the only one she remembers… she doesn't even remember her handmaids."

Lennox didn't respond. He just stared at Olivia, who was still sobbing, curled up and flinching away from Nora's gentle attempts to soothe her.

Then he turned away, storming toward the door. "Fine. Let's call him."

We walked back to our study in silence.

Not a single word was spoken between us. What was there to say?

The moment we stepped into the room, Lennox slammed the door shut behind us, making the walls rattle. He stalked to the far end of the study, pacing like a caged beast, his hands in his hair, his breathing heavy.

"This is a fucking nightmare," Levi muttered, sinking into one of the leather chairs, burying his face in his hands.

I didn't sit.

I walked straight to the desk, grabbed the landline, and stared at it for a moment.

Lennox turned sharply. "Don't."

I ignored him.

"Louis, don't you dare," he warned, his voice low and threatening.

"She asked for him," I said coldly, picking up the phone. "We have to try. If there's even a small chance he can bring her back to us, I'm taking it."

Levi lifted his head but didn't stop me. His silence was permission enough.

Lennox's jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth might crack.

I didn't wait.

I dialed Gabriel's direct line—one only a few of us had—and put it on loudspeaker.

It rang once.

Twice.

Three times.

Then it clicked.

"Well, well. I must be dreaming." Gabriel's voice crackled through the speaker and I snarled. "The mighty trio, reaching out to me again? Let me guess… Something happened to Olivia, didn't it? What did you three do to her this time?"