Fated To Not Just One, But Three - Chapter 490

Chapter 490: The Secret
Olivia’s POV

I should have gone back to my room. But something inside me, that strange tug that never lied, pulled me elsewhere. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of Levi’s door. There was a voice inside me whispering that I wasn’t meant to be here, yet something else, something stronger, pushed me to open the door. The moment I stepped in, both Levi and Louis turned toward me. Their faces were tense, their energy off, like two wolves caught mid-argument.

“Olivia?” Levi’s tone was too calm, too controlled. That alone told me everything.

I stared between them. “How long are you going to keep hiding things from me?”

Louis shifted awkwardly. Levi said nothing.

“I’m not blind,” I continued, stepping further in. “You both whisper every time I walk into a room. You stop talking the second I’m near. I’m your mate, not a stranger!”

Louis exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “Olivia, please, it’s not like that.”

“Then what is it?” I snapped, my voice trembling. “Because from where I stand, it feels exactly like that!”

Levi’s tone hardened. “You shouldn’t be here. You need rest. This isn’t good for—”

“Don’t use the babies to silence me,” I cut in, already losing my patience. All I ever hear is the babies this, the babies that—just to shut me up. But not this time. “You’ve been using that excuse for months. You’re hiding something, and I deserve to know what it is.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Levi looked away, jaw locked tight. But Louis couldn’t keep it in any longer.

“Fine,” he muttered. “You want the truth? The healers found a way that could help Lennox: a ritual. But Levi said no. He won’t let anyone try it.”

I blinked. “Why?”

“Because it’s risky,” Louis said bitterly. “Too risky, he claims. But he won’t even give me the chance to try. He won’t tell me where Lennox even is!”

My heart dropped. “Wait… what do you mean?”

Louis met my gaze. “Only Levi knows where he’s being kept.”

For a heartbeat, I couldn’t breathe. I turned toward Levi, my voice shaking but loud enough to fill the room.

“You’ve been hiding him from Louis too?”

Levi’s lips parted, but no sound came out. His silence was answer enough.

“Where is he?” I demanded. “Tell me where Lennox is!”

“Olivia—”

“Don’t you ‘Olivia’ me!” I shouted, my anger exploding. “You don’t get to decide everything. You don’t get to play god with our lives!”

“I’m protecting you!” he roared back. “That ritual would kill you and the babies!”

“I don’t want your protection!” I yelled, my voice breaking. “I want the truth! I want to see him!”

Louis tried to step between us, his voice calm and full of concern. “Oli, please, stop—”

I shook my head, trembling. “No! He’s acting like Lennox’s death would make his life easier! Maybe that’s what you want, Levi! Maybe you think if Lennox is gone, I’ll finally love you more!”

The room went dead silent.

Levi’s face darkened, pain flashing through his eyes before anger swallowed it whole.

“That’s enough,” he growled.

“No,” I whispered, clutching my chest. “It’s not.”

“Olivia, stop,” Louis pleaded again.

But before I could speak, a sharp pain tore through me, deep, sudden, and unbearable. My knees buckled.

“Ah—” I gasped, clutching my belly as another wave hit me, stronger than the first.

“Olivia!” Levi’s anger vanished instantly. He caught me before I hit the ground.

“Get the healer!” he barked, panic lacing his voice. Louis sprinted out the door.

I gripped Levi’s shirt, my breath ragged, tears streaming down my face. “The babies… Levi… they’re coming…”

He pressed his forehead to mine, his voice breaking. “Please—hang on, Olivia, please.”

The pain hit through me again, fiercer this time, like a thousand blades twisting inside me. My scream caught in my throat as Levi held me tighter, shouting my name, his voice echoing in my ears.

Footsteps thundered down the hall. The door burst open, and two healers rushed in, followed by the midwife, her hands already full of supplies.

“She’s in labor!” one of them cried.

“No—” Levi’s voice cracked, desperate. “It’s too early!”

The midwife barely looked up as she pulled the covers from the bed. “It doesn’t matter. The babies are ready. Get her up, now!”

Louis was suddenly beside me, breathless, his hand clutching mine. “It’s alright, Oli. Breathe. You’ve got this.”

I wanted to believe him, but the pain was too much. My breaths came in short, broken gasps.

Levi lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed, his movements frantic but careful. “Stay with me,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against mine before setting me down.

The midwife quickly rolled up her sleeves, her tone brisk. “They’re coming fast. We need to get her ready. Please ask the maids to bring hot water and clean cloths.”

Louis obeyed immediately, his usual calm replaced with panic. Levi hovered beside me, gripping my hand so tightly it almost hurt.

“Levi…” I managed to whisper through the pain. “Promise me… if something happens—”

“Nothing will happen,” he cut in sharply, shaking his head. “Don’t you dare say that. You’re going to be fine.”

But I wasn’t sure. I could feel my strength fading fast, my body trembling with every contraction.

The healer touched my forehead, muttering softly under her breath. “Her energy is dropping too quickly,” she said to the others. “It’s the broken bond. She doesn’t carry your marks; she’s not fully linked to you.”

I barely understood what she meant until she turned to Levi and Louis. “You need to mark her. Now. All three of you are second-chance mates, yes? Without the marks, her body doesn’t share strength with yours. The delivery will be easier, safer, if she’s connected.”

Louis froze. Levi stiffened.

The healer’s tone was firm. “Do it now, or you’ll lose her. And the babies.”

Levi looked down at me, torn between fear and guilt. “Olivia…”

I met his eyes through tears. “Do it,” I whispered. “Please.”

For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then Levi nodded. His wolf stirred beneath his skin, his eyes flashing that deep shade of gold that always made my heart race.

Louis leaned forward, his expression filled with worry and fear. “This might hurt a little,” he murmured, his voice shaking.

“I can handle it,” I breathed, though my voice barely came out.

Levi brushed my hair away from my neck. “Left side,” the healer instructed. “And you, right.”

Louis nodded.

They both leaned closer, and for a brief second, I felt their breath against my skin, warm, alive, comforting me in a way nothing else could.

Then their fangs sank into my flesh.