Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 246: Attraction

Levi’s POV

Throughout the night, I couldn’t sleep... so many things were in my head. Firstly, we had just laid Olivia to rest but deep down I still can’t accept it... somehow, deep down I feel like she is still alive... it is delusional of me, but I just can’t get away from those thoughts.

My wolf has been oddly silent, and I could tell he was mourning Olivia, just like me. It was already late in the morning, but I just couldn’t get out of bed... I felt drained, staring at the portrait of Olivia all through the night... I had shed silent tears and never for once, blinked my eyes... I stayed all night imagining this wasn’t real... our Olivia couldn’t be gone just like that...

A hurried knock landed on the door and by the scent I realized it was Clark, one of our betas. I groaned but didn’t ask him in. He knocked again and I got irritated.

"What!" I barked at him.

"Levi... you need to see this," he yelled from outside. The urgency in his voice told me something was wrong. I jumped out of the bed and went to the door... I pushed it open and saw Clark standing in front of me.

"What happened?" I asked, panicking.

"It’s Anita.... I think something is wrong..."

I frowned. "And what’s wrong with her?" I asked sharply, my voice laced with irritation.

"She is having complications," he said.

I cursed under my breath and followed him, the urgency in his footsteps forcing my own.

We reached Anita’s room, and the moment I stepped inside, I stopped cold. Lennox and Louis were already there. Lennox leaned stiffly against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight. Louis didn’t even look at her—just stared blankly at the floor. My mother stood beside the healers, nervously biting at her thumbnail, while three healers surrounded the bed.

Anita was screaming. Blood soaked the sheets under her, the metallic scent so thick it made my wolf recoil. She gripped the sheets, crying and writhing as pain wrecked through her body.

"She’s hemorrhaging again," one of the healers said.

I didn’t move closer. I didn’t even blink. I just stood there, arms crossed, watching as she twisted in pain.

I should’ve felt something. Pity. Worry. Even concern for the babies...

But all I felt... was a blank feeling... If I could lose Olivia, then I am prepared to lose anything.

She kept begging between sobs. "Please... save my babies... please..."

The crying grated on my nerves. The healers worked on her while I and my brothers all stood quiet.

After some time, the room grew quiet.

The head healer stood upright, her gloves stained red. She let out a breath. "She’s stabilized... but..." she paused and looked at my mother. "There’s only one baby left. The other baby is gone."

A long silence followed.

a soft, pathetic cry. I didn’t move. Neither did my brothers.

That might’ve been our child. But there was no ache. No panic. No sense of loss twisting in my gut. Maybe I was too numb. Or maybe, deep

more, the door creaked open and Rebecca walked in. The moment her scent hit me,

say a word. Just stood quietly near

snapped to her like a magnet. Everything else vanished. The blood-soaked bed. Anita’s sobs. The hollow ache in my chest. All of it. Gone. All I

them stiffen. Lennox’s eyes locked onto her like she was gravity. Louis took

How could someone pull us in like this—so easily, so

healers spoke suddenly, snapping me out of the trance. "You have

I blinked. "What?"

child. It’s not just blood loss anymore. Her

my heart harden instantly. Lennox scoffed and looked away. Louis clenched his jaw. I let out

not doing that," I

added, his

that option off the table,"

widened. "But—if

not our mate," I cut her off. "She

will be,"

her choices," Louis

again on the bed, but

lost," I said, my eyes still

of us stayed

to the garden," I told my brothers quietly. "I need to clear my head." They didn’t

the sky. The garden was still. Silent. I thought of Olivia, how she

whispered, though the wind carried it away before I could even believe I’d said it out

the rose bush she once planted and ran my fingers through my hair. My thoughts were a storm—Olivia, Anita, the child we’d just lost... the way Rebecca had walked into that

hell was happening

soft rustle behind me snapped me out of it. I turned. There, by the edge of the path, stood Rebecca. She was halfway turned, clearly trying to sneak

could stop

moment, then hesitated... and finally walked into the garden. She didn’t speak right away. Neither did I. The silence between us felt

shouldn’t have been possible. I inhaled deeply, and my wolf stirred again, tugging at my soul

broke the

you want to

didn’t look at her. I just stared ahead, my jaw clenched. Because I couldn’t

love her," I

me,

loved her," I added, my voice low. "She was just... convenient. And I’ve lost too much already to keep sacrificing pieces of