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.

broke it with a soft, pathetic cry. I didn’t move. Neither did my brothers. She curled

No panic. No sense of

her scent hit me, my wolf stirred—again. It was like my heart recognized

say a word. Just stood quietly near

bed. Anita’s sobs. The hollow ache in

could feel the shift in the room—feel them stiffen. Lennox’s eyes locked onto her like she was gravity. Louis took a

How could someone pull

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

I blinked. "What?"

worry in her tone. "The last child. It’s not just blood loss anymore. Her connection

away. Louis clenched his jaw. I let out

not doing that," I

added, his

option off the

healer’s eyes widened.

mate," I cut her off. "She

will be,"

made her choices," Louis

the bed, but none of us

a game and lost," I said, my

us stayed to listen. We

I murmured to my brothers. "I’m going to the garden," I told my brothers quietly. "I need

outside, I drew in a deep breath and tilted my head to the sky. The garden was still. Silent. I thought of Olivia, how she used to walk here every evening. I could almost

away before I

stone bench near 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 room and effortlessly

hell was happening to

snapped me out of it. I turned. There, by the edge of the path,

before I could stop

walked into the garden. She didn’t speak right

warm, familiar in a way that shouldn’t have been possible. I inhaled deeply, and my wolf stirred again, tugging at my soul like it was reaching for something it

she broke

you want to mark Anita...

jaw clenched. Because I

love her," I

me, her

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