Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 477: Not Happening

Levi’s POV

I slamd the door the mont we entered my room. The sound echoed through the walls, and for a second, I almost hoped it would drown out the rage boiling inside .

"She’s acting like she’s lost her damn mind!" I shouted, pacing back and forth. "Does she even hear herself anymore? She’s ready to risk our child for him—for a man who isn’t even breathing!"

Louis closed the door quietly behind him, his expression calm, though I could tell he was just as shaken. "Levi, calm down."

"Calm down?" I snapped, turning on him. "You saw her, Louis! You heard her! She’d rather die than stop that ritual. She doesn’t even care what it’s doing to her body."

Louis sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "She’s not thinking clearly. You know how much she loves Lennox. That bond is stronger than logic. You can’t reason with that."

I let out a bitter laugh and ran my hand through my hair. "Love? This isn’t love anymore, Louis. This is madness. She’s drowning herself in guilt and calling it love."

Louis walked over to the window, staring out into the courtyard. "You’re angry because you’re scared," he said quietly. "We both are."

I turned away, jaw tight. "Of course, I’m scared! I already lost one brother, and now I might lose her too. And the worst part is... she won’t even let save her."

Louis didn’t answer right away. Rather, a tense silence hung in the air. Finally, he spoke. "You can’t force her to stop, Levi."

I t his eyes sharply. "The hell I can’t. If I have to chain her to that bed to keep her alive, I will."

Louis frowned. "You’ll only push her further away."

"Then let her hate ," I growled. "I’d rather she hate and live than love and die."

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "You know, sotis I think the Moon Goddess made a mistake binding us all together like this. We’re three hearts constantly fighting for one woman who can’t choose peace."

I sank down on the edge of the bed, my anger dimming into exhaustion. "She doesn’t even see what this is doing to us," I muttered. "To . I can’t breathe when she looks at him like that, Louis. Like we don’t matter anymore."

Louis sat beside , his tone softer. "We do matter. She’s just... blinded right now. But when this is over, when Lennox either wakes or doesn’t, she’ll need us. And we’ll still be here."

I nodded, though my chest still felt like it was on fire. "I just wish she’d co back to her senses."

Louis gave a small, humorless smile. "That’s Olivia for you. The more you try to save her, the harder she fights back."

I stared at the floor, my fists clenched. "Then I’ll fight harder."

Because even if she hated for it, I wasn’t letting her die for Lennox. Never.

I couldn’t rest throughout the day. Every ti I closed my eyes, I thought of Olivia and the risk. The thought alone made my chest ache with anger and fear.

So I stayed up. And when the moon reached its highest point, I went to Lennox’s room.

The house was quiet, too quiet. Even the guards had lowered their voices in the halls, as if the air itself was mourning.

When I entered, the faint glow from the candles illuminated Lennox’s still body. His skin looked colder tonight. His chest rose and fell weakly, shallow breaths that barely counted as living.

I pulled a chair to the side of his bed and sat down, elbows resting on my knees, staring at him.

"Why does it always co back to you?" I muttered bitterly. "She’s breaking herself trying to save you. And I can’t even hate you for it."

My voice cracked near the end, but I forced myself to stay quiet.

I knew Olivia would co at dawn—she was predictable that way. And I was right.

When the first faint light touched the windows, the door creaked open. She stepped in, wrapped in her night robe, her hair a tangled ss, eyes weary. The witch trailed behind her, carrying her usual bowl of herbs and blades.

Our eyes t, and the air instantly thickened.

"Levi," she said softly, almost as if testing the waters.

"It’s not happening," I said before she could move another inch.

Her brows furrowed. "What?"

"The ritual," I said firmly, rising to my feet. "It’s over. You’re not doing this again."

She took a slow, deliberate step closer. "Move, Levi."

"I’m not moving."

Her hand trembled slightly, but her voice didn’t. "Don’t do this."

"I already did," I said coldly. "You’re risking your life and our child for a man who’s half gone. I won’t let you kill yourself over him."

"You can’t stop ," she hissed, her voice rising.

"I can," I shot back. "And I will."

The witch looked between us nervously but stayed silent. The air in the room pulsed with tension, both our wolves restless beneath the surface.

The door opened again, and our parents stepped in—my father’s eyes sharp, my mother’s lined with worry.

"Enough!" my father barked. "What’s going on here?"

"She’s trying to continue the ritual," I said tightly. "Even after the healer’s warning."

My mother’s expression softened as she turned to . "Please, my dear, there are only two days left. Just... just let her do it."

My frown deepened. "Not happening."

My father let out a frustrated sigh. "You sound like you want Lennox to stay in that bed forever," he said sharply.

His words hurt . I froze, my jaw tightening as I turned to face him. "Don’t," I said quietly. "Don’t you dare say that. Everything I’ve done—everything—is for her and for this family."

"Then act like it!" my father snapped back. "Lennox is your brother. His life matters."

I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms. "Not at the expense of Olivia’s."

The room fell into another tense silence. The witch cleared her throat softly, her tone cautious. "Are we... doing the ritual or not?"

Olivia didn’t hesitate. "Yes," she said, her voice fierce and authoritative.

I looked straight at her; my frown deepened. "No," I said. "It’s not happening."