Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79: Attention

Lennox's POV

I followed the maid into Anita's chambers, finding a healer already attending to her. Confused, I moved closer, only to realize Anita seemed unconscious—which was strange. Just a few minutes ago, she was fine… having breakfast with us. So, what the hell happened all of a sudden?

The door pushed open, and my brothers walked in, both having the same look of confusion in their eyes.

"What happened?" Louis asked as he approached Anita's side.

The healer didn't respond to us. Instead, she kept chanting incantations we couldn't understand. My brothers and I exchanged confused glances but said nothing, choosing to let her work in silence.

After a long moment filled with murmured incantations, the healer finally stopped and turned to face us.

"Greetings, Alphas," she greeted respectfully, bowing her head to us.

"What is wrong with her?" Levi asked immediately.

The healer bowed her head once more before rising to speak.

"She is suffering from an imbalance in her blood," the healer said calmly, her tone heavy with concern. "A rare condition, one that weakens her body and drains her strength. It's why she fainted."

"Is it fatal?" Levi asked quickly, his eyes darting to Anita's still form on the bed.

"No, Alpha," the healer reassured us. "It has a cure. Through regular incantations, herbs, and healing rituals, she will fully recover. But it will take time. If she follows the regimen precisely, she should be completely healed within two months."

A collective breath of relief passed between us, but the healer wasn't finished.

"She needs rest… love… and attention," the healer added, her eyes flicking between us with something akin to judgment. "Her condition was worsened not only by the imbalance in her blood—but by emotional neglect."

My frown deepened.

"What do you mean?" I asked carefully, though a part of me already knew where this was going.

"She lost a child just weeks ago," the healer said softly. "A baby that was growing inside her. A life. And yet… she grieved alone. None of you came to her. None comforted her."

The room went still.

Louis shifted uncomfortably, and Levi's expression hardened, guilt settling into his features.

I stayed quiet, staring at Anita.

"She bled for hours in her chamber," the healer continued. "Silently. In pain. In sorrow. And no one cared enough to ask what was wrong. Not one of you Alphas."

I clenched my fists. Not out of defensiveness—but because she was right.

All of us had been so preoccupied with Olivia. None of us had thought of Anita suffering.

"She is your concubine," the healer said firmly. "Not your wife, yes—but still a woman who has your marks."

"Enough," I growled quietly, more to myself than to her. The shame was already cutting deep.

The healer bowed her head respectfully but continued.

"She needs care. From now on, you must show that she matters," she spoke softly.

I nodded, jaw tight. "She will have everything she needs," I said.

The healer nodded. "Let her rest. She's exhausted. I'll return in the evening with the herbs and to begin the first full incantation. Until then, do not upset her."

As she left the room, I stepped closer to Anita. I didn't even know what to feel. Maybe I felt guilty. Maybe I felt terrible. Anita didn't just lose a child—we all did. And none of us mourned that pup. I didn't even think about it the way I should have.