Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 179: In The Garden

Olivia’s POV

I frowned and stepped closer to where he lay. "I was just taking a walk," I murmured, lowering myself onto the grass. I didn’t know why I sat—when I should’ve kept walking.

His gaze lingered on me. "You always come here when you’re overthinking."

I frowned. He still knew me—too well. Even after everything.

"I could say the same about you," I replied softly, folding my arms. "Why are you out here? What’s got you tossing and turning?"

Levi looked back up at the stars, sighing through his nose. "Just... stuff. Couldn’t stay in that room. Too many memories."

The silence stretched between us, not uncomfortable, just... heavy.

Not able to endure it anymore, I stood up to leave, but Levi spoke. "Please stay," he pleaded.

I looked at Levi for a long moment.

His eyes were still closed, facing the sky, but his voice... it shook something deep inside me.

"I’m running mad... please just stay."

My chest tightened. I felt it—the bond pulling at me, gently but strong. My wolf whined inside me, begging me not to walk away. And then I felt it.

His pain.

It was quiet, buried deep, but real. Like a slow, heavy weight pressing down on him. His energy felt dim, like a candle struggling to stay lit.

I didn’t understand how, but I knew it—he was draining. Like he had nothing left in him.

Without thinking, I walked back and sat beside him again, closer this time. I didn’t speak. I didn’t need to.

He didn’t look at me. Just whispered, "Thank you."

We sat there in silence, the grass cool beneath us, the moonlight soft and silver. The air smelled like flowers and earth, and for a moment, I let myself breathe him in.

Then Levi spoke again, his voice low, almost like he was talking to himself.

"Do you remember your twelfth birthday?"

I turned my head slightly, frowning. "Of course I do. I wished for something impossible that day."

He chuckled softly, but there was no real joy in it. It was a bitter sound. "You looked up at the sky with those big, dreamy eyes and said, ’I wish the triplets would give me one of the stars.’"

I blinked, surprised he remembered that.

went on, still staring at the stars. "You didn’t want

breath. "I was a kid. I didn’t

to look at me, and there was

deepened. "What do you

his voice quieter now. "We were seventeen, and

breath caught.

gave another bitter laugh and dragged a hand through his messy hair. "She looked at us like we were mad.

My heart was pounding now, and part of me didn’t want

would you do something like that?" I asked, barely above a

asked for a real star,

my throat tight, emotions bubbling too close to the surface. No! Don’t feel like this...

feel this.

after what

words had already pierced through the walls I spent

whispered to myself, shaking my head.

my heart didn’t

Neither did the bond.

a quiet breath beside me, like he could feel my inner fight. Maybe he could.

seeing each other now?" he asked,

casually, I wondered what kind of wolf asks

look at me. He just kept his eyes on the sky like it would

responding. "Do you have a problem with

for

with a dry laugh, he said, "No. Do

sharp, but because they

brushing grass from his pants, not

muttered, voice

steps, shoulders low, like

him to head toward

But he didn’t.

that led to the house and kept going—toward the

straighter, unsure at first if I was imagining

But no.

back into the

care. Let him go. Let him do

But I didn’t move.

the gate creaked

was enough to shove panic into

going? Why now?

talk myself out of it, I

track in the night air. I saw him just ahead, walking into the