Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 490: The Secret

Olivia’s POV

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

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

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

Louis shifted awkwardly. Levi said nothing.

"I’m not blind," I continued, stepping further in. "You both whisper every ti 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 ," I cut in, already losing my patience. All I ever hear is the babies this, the babies that—just to shut up. But not this ti. "You’ve been using that excuse for months. You’re hiding sothing, 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 the chance to try. He won’t tell where Lennox even is!"

My heart dropped. "Wait... what do you an?"

Louis t 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 ca out. His silence was answer enough.

"Where is he?" I demanded. "Tell where Lennox is!"

"Olivia—"

"Don’t you ’Olivia’ !" 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 , deep, sudden, and unbearable. My knees buckled.

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

"Olivia!" Levi’s anger vanished instantly. He caught 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 again, fiercer this ti, like a thousand blades twisting inside . My scream caught in my throat as Levi held tighter, shouting my na, 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 , 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 ca in short, broken gasps.

Levi lifted into his arms and carried to the bed, his movents frantic but careful. "Stay with ," he whispered, pressing his forehead against mine before setting 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 imdiately, his usual calm replaced with panic. Levi hovered beside , gripping my hand so tightly it almost hurt.

"Levi..." I managed to whisper through the pain. "Promise ... if sothing 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 ant 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 , torn between fear and guilt. "Olivia..."

I t 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 ca 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 in a way nothing else could.

Then their fangs sank into my flesh.