Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185: Complications

Lennox's POV

I headed into the servant quarters, and a maid quickly led me to one of the rooms. As soon as I stepped inside, I saw Anita—curled up, clutching her stomach, and crying out in pain.

A healer, a middle-aged woman, was already with her, but it didn't look like anything was getting better.

"What's happening?" I asked, my voice sharp as I stepped forward.

The healer bowed her head respectfully before answering. "I think she's having a complication, Alpha. This is medical… it's beyond me," she said, her voice laced with deep concern.

I frowned, turning my eyes back to Anita. She was clearly in agony, her body twisting, her face soaked in tears.

Louis entered behind me, his gaze scanning the room. "What's going on?"

"I don't know," I muttered. "Get the car ready. We're taking her to the pack hospital."

Without waiting for a reply, I strode to the bed and carefully lifted Anita into my arms. I didn't want to carry her—but letting her walk on her own would waste too much time.

She whimpered, her fingers clinging tightly to my shirt.

In the hallway, we ran into Levi, who looked alarmed. "What is happening?" he asked, clearly confused.

"I have no idea. We're going to the pack hospital," I said.

"I'm coming," he said as he tagged along.

Outside, the car was already waiting. Louis was in the driver's seat. I helped a sobbing Anita into the back seat, then got in beside her. Levi slipped into the front seat next to Louis.

Louis started the car and took off.

The drive was anything but quiet. Anita sobbed uncontrollably, curled into a corner, clutching her stomach.

I glanced at her, trying not to let my face show what I felt.

No matter how much we hated her…

No matter what she had done…

Those babies—if they were ours—we couldn't ignore that.

Yes, we hated her. Yes, we might not want those babies. But they existed, and we couldn't change that.

And deep down, I knew my brothers were just as worried as me. Levi kept clenching and unclenching his fists in the front seat. Louis had his jaw locked tight, eyes focused on the road like he was racing against death.

We didn't speak, but we didn't need to.

We were all thinking the same thing: What if something happens to those babies?

What if they really are ours?

What if—

"We're here," Louis said tightly as we pulled up to the pack hospital gates.

Two nurses waiting outside rushed toward us the moment they saw us arrive.

I opened the door and stepped out quickly, lifting Anita into my arms again. She was still crying, but her voice was hoarse now, like she was losing strength.

"Attend to her… she is pregnant!" I barked, pushing past the doors as the nurses guided us inside.

The smell of antiseptic hit me immediately and I grimaced. I've always hated the smell of hospitals.

A doctor ran over. "Bring her in here!"

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