Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 480: Sending him away

Levi’s POV

Louis stared at me like I’d just confessed to a crime. His jaw clenched, the muscle in it ticking as he struggled for words.

"You can’t be serious, Levi," he said at last, his voice low but sharp. "Sending him away? That’s not saving Olivia—that’s betraying her."

I met his glare head-on. "It’s not betrayal," I said quietly. "It’s protection. You saw her tonight. She’ll do it again the moment she wakes up. And next time, we might not get there in time to save her."

Louis shook his head, disbelief written all over his face. "She’ll be furious. You know how she gets when someone interferes with her choices."

"I know," I admitted, my tone hardening. "She’ll hate me. Maybe she’ll never forgive me. But she’ll live—and that’s enough for me."

He exhaled sharply, pacing the room. "You think she’ll see it that way? No—she’ll see it as if we gave up on him. As if we abandoned our brother."

His words were true; that is exactly how Olivia would feel, but I didn’t let it scare me. "We’re not abandoning him," I said. "We’re moving him somewhere safe. Somewhere she can’t reach him until she’s strong enough."

Louis turned, his eyes searching mine. "Where?"

"One of the healers’ cottages near the southern edge of the territory," I replied. "It’s quiet. Hidden. They have everything he needs—herbs, runes, wards. He’ll be safe there, and they can monitor him without anyone knowing."

Louis frowned deeply. "It’ll look like we’re hiding him. Like we don’t want him to wake up."

I looked away, the weight of his words settling in my chest. "This isn’t about what it looks like, Louis. It’s about keeping Olivia alive. About giving her—and our child—a future."

He studied me for a long moment before shaking his head. "You’re walking a thin line, brother. Olivia will hate us completely."

"I’ve already accepted that," I said. "If I have to be the villain in her eyes to keep her breathing, I’ll do it. I’ll carry that blame alone."

Silence fell between us again, heavy and tense. The only sound was the soft crackle of the fire behind the desk.

Louis rubbed his temples. "You always do this," he muttered.

"Someone has to," I said simply. "And you know I’m right."

He didn’t respond immediately, but his silence was an answer. I stepped toward the door, my mind already made up.

"Get the guards," I ordered quietly. "Tell them to prepare a car. We’re leaving tonight."

Louis hesitated. "Levi..."

I turned back to him, my voice calm but authoritative. "Do it, Louis. Please."

He stared at me for a long time, then finally gave a small nod. "You better pray she never finds out."

across the floor. "And when she does, I’ll take whatever she gives me.

at the door. Two guards stood there when I opened it, their

one of them asked.

to the southern healers’ quarters. No one outside this room is

looks

said. "We leave within

leaned against the

the night, my chest tight. "Then let it," I murmured. "Better

and made my way back to Lennox’s

from the warded candles danced around the room, soft and blue, casting his sleeping form in ghostly light. Lennox looked

throat. "Forgive me, brother," I murmured. "If you

out and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, just like I used to when we were younger and he’d fall asleep during training. "You’d do the same if you were me," I said quietly. "You’d protect her—the woman we both love—even if it meant becoming the enemy. That’s all I’m doing. Protecting

I whispered the next words. "Don’t hate me for this, Lennox. Just... wake up one

softly behind me—two guards stepped in, followed by Louis, his expression tight but composed. The guards hesitated when they saw me

him," I said. My voice came out low, but

a simple dark tunic and cloak. Watching them handle him felt wrong—like preparing him for a journey he hadn’t agreed to

careful," Louis said under his breath.

I wouldn’t see the

time we reached the main staircase, the weight of what we were doing pressed so hard against my chest that

I heard

"Levi?"

appeared at the end of the corridor, both wrapped in night robes, faces pale

father demanded, his voice rising. "Where are they

said quickly, stepping forward before they could come closer.

still form in their arms.

healers’ cottages

barked. "Have you lost your mind?

his glare evenly. "He belongs alive. And Olivia belongs alive too. If she sees him here when she

glistening. "But this isn’t

this time. This is the one

toward me, his expression stormy. "You’re interfering with fate, son. Do you have

make even the guards

mother looked like

briefly—silent support, even if

"Go,"

moving carefully down the stairs with Lennox between

I didn’t look

I’d start questioning everything—and I couldn’t afford that

when I’d already chosen to become the villain to save the woman I