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.

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

my other side, his

another cry filled the

midwife said with a

trembling laugh through my

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

on fire, every muscle trembling with

can," Levi said, his voice fierce. "For him. For them.

mended it. Either way, I found

the loudest—sharp and commanding, like it wanted the

lifted the

room—soft, heavy,

turned toward the midwife. "All boys," he said

smiling. "Yes... and look at

her gaze, my breath catching when I saw them laid

Three tiny babies.

Perfect. Beautiful. Alive.

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

of each other," Levi finished in

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

big, bright smile spread across my face. I reached out with trembling fingers and touched their tiny hands. They were warm, their small

broke and healed

filled my eyes as I whispered, "Welcome home, my little

a long moment, no one

the gentle whimpering of the newborns, their tiny breaths

mixture of shock and awe. Louis was the first to move. He leaned closer to the crib, his

look like you," he

heart skipped. "Like

nodded slowly. "Every feature. The same eyes, the same mouth...

little lives lying

four of us. The babies. Me. The bond between us glowed faintly beneath my skin, warm

of rest. You should all rest. They’ll need