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.

Levi kissed my forehead, whispering over and over, "You’ve got this.

my other side, his hand on my shoulder, comforting

then another cry filled

the midwife

trembling laugh through my tears.

could even see them, the healer’s voice rose again. "There’s one

fire,

Levi said, his voice

mended it. Either way, I

commanding, like it wanted the whole

healer’s eyes widened slightly as she lifted the last baby, her

room—soft, heavy, full

the midwife. "All boys," he said

nodded, smiling. "Yes... and look at

gaze, my breath catching when I

Three tiny babies.

Perfect. Beautiful. Alive.

the brothers had been, but exactly the same. The same face, the same nose, the same soft line of

look..." Louis

each other," Levi

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

my face. I reached out with trembling fingers and touched their tiny hands. They were warm,

and healed all at

my eyes as I whispered, "Welcome home,

a long moment,

only sound in the room was the gentle whimpering of the

wide—a mixture of shock and awe. Louis was the first to move. He leaned closer to the crib, his fingers trembling slightly as he brushed

look like you," he

skipped. "Like

same eyes, the same mouth...

sharply, but he didn’t argue. He just looked down at the three little lives lying side by side—identical, breathing softly in unison, like they were bound

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

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