Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 491: Birth

Olivia’s POV

The pain was sharp but brief, replaced almost instantly by a surge of warmth—power flooding through me, fierce and wild. My heartbeat suddenly synced with theirs, steady and strong. I gasped as light seemed to dance behind my eyes, spreading from my neck down to my chest.

The midwife gasped softly. "It’s working," she said. "Her pulse is stabilizing."

Levi and Louis pulled back slowly, their eyes glowing. Their marks shimmered faintly against my skin—two identical crescent shapes burning with soft gold.

I had imagined having their marks again...but not this way.

I barely had time to recover before another contraction hit me, stronger than any before. I screamed, clutching Levi’s hand.

"Push, dear," the midwife ordered firmly. "You’re almost there!"

I bore down, teeth gritted, tears spilling freely. The pain was unbearable—pain and anguish all at once—but something inside me refused to give up. I could hear Levi’s voice, low and comforting, beside me.

"Breathe, Olivia. Just breathe."

Louis brushed the sweat from my forehead, whispering encouragements. "You’re almost done. You’re doing so well."

One last push. One last cry. And then—

The sound.

A tiny, sharp wail pierced the room.

The midwife smiled, her hands lifting the small, crying bundle. "It’s a boy!"

My chest heaved with relief. I sobbed—from exhaustion, from love, from everything I had held in for months.

But there wasn’t time to rest.

"Another one’s coming," the healer said quickly. "Don’t stop, Lady Olivia. You can do this."

I nodded weakly, gripping Levi’s hand tighter. "I can do it," I whispered, though I barely believed it.

I screamed again, my entire body shaking. Levi kissed my forehead, whispering over and over, "You’ve got this.

at my other side, his hand

then another cry filled the

the midwife

laugh through my tears. "Two

before I could even see them, the healer’s voice rose

felt like it was on fire, every muscle trembling

Levi said, his voice fierce. "For him.

it. Either way, I found the strength to push again, one final

loudest—sharp and commanding, like it wanted the whole world

as she lifted the last

the room—soft,

the midwife.

nodded, smiling. "Yes... and look

gaze, my breath catching when I saw them laid gently in

Three tiny babies.

Perfect. Beautiful. Alive.

struck me most wasn’t just their beauty—it was how identical they were. Not similar like the brothers had been, but exactly the same. The same face, the same nose, the

Louis began

of each other," Levi finished

healer looked up, her expression unreadable. "It’s rare," she said softly. "Almost impossible for wolves. But their bond runs deeper than ordinary bloodlines.

spread across my face. I reached out with trembling fingers

broke and healed all

I whispered, "Welcome home, my little

moment,

whimpering of the newborns, their tiny breaths mingling

his eyes wide—a mixture of shock and awe. Louis was the first to move. He leaned closer

look like you,"

heart skipped.

The same eyes, the same mouth... even their aura feels

down at the three little lives lying side by side—identical, breathing softly in unison, like

it too—a hum in the air, like a faint vibration connecting the four of us. The babies. Me. The bond between us glowed faintly beneath

voice broke the silence. "You must rest," she said softly. "A lot of rest. You should all rest. They’ll need your