Olivia's POV
The air in the room felt heavy, like it was made of lead. I looked from the machines to the oncology bags, and then back to the man on the bed, who looked like a hollowed-out version of the man I loved. The "Third-Chance Mate." The "Soul-Pull." It was all a curated, cruel performance.
"Tell me the truth," I whispered, my voice shaking so hard it felt like my teeth might shatter. "Lennox… tell me the damn truth."
Lennox closed his eyes, a single tear escaping the corner of his lid and disappearing into the gray skin of his temple. "I'm dying, Olivia," he rasped, the words finally breaking free. "Stage four. It's in my lungs… my bones. There is no mate. There is only death."
