Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 492: Four years

Olivia’s POV

Four years later

The sound of giggles filled the living room, followed by the unmistakable crash of something breaking. I didn’t even bother turning right away—I’d gotten used to it by now. Life with three boys meant chaos came with the sunrise.

"Alright," I called from the kitchen, setting down the towel. "Who did it this time?"

Silence.

Three identical faces turned toward me—wide-eyed, innocent, and equally suspicious.

I crossed my arms, trying not to laugh. "Don’t all stare at me like that. One of you broke something."

The three of them stood in a perfect line, same height, same messy dark hair, same mischievous smile that could melt stone. Even after four years, I still struggled to tell them apart unless I looked closely.

Liam. Leon. Leo.

My little miracles. My little troublemakers.

Sometimes I still couldn’t believe how much they looked alike—not just similar, but exactly the same. Even their voices carried the same rhythm, the same teasing lilt when they tried to talk their way out of trouble.

"Wasn’t me," Liam said first, blinking those big sea-blue eyes that looked exactly like mine.

Leon immediately pointed at his brother. "He’s lying!"

Leo frowned and crossed his arms. "You’re both lying!"

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "You three are going to drive me mad one of these days."

The broken vase on the floor didn’t help their case. I crouched to pick it up, muttering to myself, "Your fathers are going to kill me when they find out..."

The boys exchanged glances—the silent kind that always meant they were about to bolt.

"Don’t even think about it," I said without looking up.

Tiny feet shuffled in place. Then stillness.

Good. They knew better than to run.

I straightened and turned toward them, one brow raised. "So, are we going to tell the truth, or do I have to call your fathers?"

Instant panic.

Levi’s and Louis’ names still worked like a spell.

Before they could answer, his deep voice echoed from the hallway. "What’s going on here?"

The boys froze. I hid a smile. Perfect timing.

Levi stepped into the room, tall and composed, though I caught the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth when he saw the scene—the three identical boys lined up like soldiers, the shattered vase behind them, and me trying to look stern.

He folded his arms. "Alright, which one of you did it?"

Again—silence.

identical mouths pressed

arched an

if silently negotiating who’d

"You do realize I can tell when one

of sea-blue eyes blinked up at him,

crouched down to their level, his voice calm

cracked first. "We were playing ball inside...

"So it was

All three nodded—too quickly.

the ball?" he

Dead silence again.

laugh, pretending to look busy wiping

Leon raised his hand halfway, mumbling, "It was me... but Liam

Liam protested

"Did too!"

"Boys," Levi warned.

went silent instantly, but Leo—oh, little Leo—couldn’t

nose, muttering, "Moon Goddess,

know how

a look that said not

identical faces twisting into

stood, sighing. "Alright. No one’s in trouble this time. But next time,

they chorused in

carried the same rhythm—it was

toward the garden, laughing again, I turned to Levi. "You went

amusement flickering in

who know

walked closer, slipping an arm around my waist. "Maybe. But at least

trying not to

chuckled quietly, his gaze softening as he looked out the window toward where the boys were

nodded, my heart swelling as I

bathed the room in gold, and for a brief, perfect moment,

said something that

remind me of

looked at him, and I knew

smiled faintly, my voice barely above a whisper.

around mine, his expression unreadable. "Maybe

the boys’ laughter echoed through the

to my chest—the

years since the day I gave birth to our sons. Four years since I last saw Lennox. Four years since I’d promised to visit him once

yet... we

did. There were days I woke up reaching for him, half expecting to feel his warmth beside me. Nights when I’d stare at the moon, whispering

up, Levi and Louis

it was simple—they said I needed time to recover. The birth had taken too much from me. My body was weak, the marks still new, and the babies needed me more than

Then came the warnings.

this world and the next. They said disturbing his rest could make things worse—that his wolf was unstable, his

Levi always said. "Until the boys are older. Until it’s

waited while the boys