Olivia's POV
I burst into the room—and froze.
Lying unconscious on Lennox's bed were the triplets. Three of them. Lifeless. Pale. Surrounded by healers working frantically, their brows furrowed in concentration.
My heart stopped.
The moment my presence was noticed, everyone turned to look at me except the healers, who were focused on the triplets.
Lady Fiona was the first to move. Her eyes were already wet with tears. She looked at me like I had stabbed her in the heart.
"What have you done?" she whispered, her voice shaking with grief and disbelief. She didn't need to ask. Her tone said she already knew.
I opened my mouth to speak, to defend myself—but nothing came out. So I shut it again, swallowing the lump in my throat.
Sir Damon said nothing. He Just stared at me blankly, then turned his eyes back to his sons, his face etched with worry.
And then there was Alpha Damien.
