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.

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

her, not knowing what to feel. That might’ve been our child. But there was no ache. No panic. No sense of loss twisting in my

Rebecca walked in. The moment her scent hit me, my wolf stirred—again. It was like

say a word. Just stood quietly near the doorway, her eyes on

vanished. The blood-soaked bed. Anita’s sobs. The hollow ache in my chest. All of it. Gone. All I saw...

could feel the shift in the room—feel them stiffen. Lennox’s eyes

pull us in like this—so easily, so

suddenly, snapping me out of the

I blinked. "What?"

blood loss anymore. Her connection to the father is weakening. If none of you mark her... she may lose the remaining

my heart harden instantly. Lennox scoffed and looked away. Louis clenched his

not doing that," I said

not," Lennox added, his

option off

eyes widened.

cut

never will be,"

her

again on the bed, but none of

a game and lost," I said, my eyes still on

none of us stayed to listen. We turned and walked out

my brothers quietly. "I need to clear my head." They didn’t question me. We

I thought of Olivia, how she used to walk here every evening. I could almost see

away before I could even believe I’d said it out

bush she once planted and ran my fingers through my hair. My thoughts were a storm—Olivia,

hell was happening to

turned. There, by the edge of the path, stood Rebecca. She was halfway turned, clearly trying to sneak away

said before I could stop myself. "You can

the garden. She didn’t speak right away. Neither

possible. I inhaled deeply, and my wolf

she broke

she asked softly. "Why don’t you want to mark Anita... to save the

clenched. Because I couldn’t explain it. Not fully. So I

don’t love her," I

me,

never loved her," I added, my voice low. "She was just... convenient. And I’ve lost too much already to keep sacrificing pieces of