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 sothing breaking. I didn’t even bother turning right away—I’d gotten used to it by now. Life with three boys ant chaos ca with the sunrise.

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

Silence.

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

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

The three of them stood in a perfect line, sa height, sa ssy dark hair, sa mischievous smile that could lt 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.

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

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

Leon imdiately 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 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 when they find out..."

The boys exchanged glances—the silent kind that always ant 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’ nas 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 trying to look stern.

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

Again—silence.

Three identical mouths pressed shut.

Levi arched an eyebrow. "I’m waiting."

Liam shifted first, glancing at his brothers as if silently negotiating who’d take the bla. No one moved.

Finally, Levi sighed and walked closer. "You do realize I can tell when one of you lies, right?"

Three pairs of sea-blue eyes blinked up at him, unconvinced.

He crouched down to their level, his voice calm but firm. "Tell what happened."

Leo, the youngest by only a few minutes, cracked first. "We were playing ball inside... and the ball hit the table."

Levi nodded slowly. "So it was an accident."

All three nodded—too quickly.

"And who kicked the ball?" he pressed.

Dead silence again.

I bit back a laugh, pretending to look busy wiping the counter.

After a long pause, Leon raised his hand halfway, mumbling, "It was ... but Liam told to."

"Did not!" Liam protested imdiately.

"Did too!"

"Boys," Levi warned.

They both went silent instantly, but Leo—oh, little Leo—couldn’t resist whispering under his breath, "It was Liam."

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering, "Moon Goddess, give strength."

I chuckled softly. "Now you know how I feel every morning."

He shot a look that said not helping.

The boys looked between us, their identical faces twisting into the sa sheepish grin.

Levi finally stood, sighing. "Alright. No one’s in trouble this ti. But next ti, play outside."

"Yes, Daddy," they chorused in perfect unison.

I swore even their voices carried the sa rhythm—it was eerie sotis, but also... beautiful.

When they ran off toward the garden, laughing again, I turned to Levi. "You went easy on them."

He shrugged, faint amusent flickering in his eyes. "They’re just kids."

I smiled, shaking my head. "Kids who know exactly how to work you."

He walked closer, slipping an arm around my waist. "Maybe. But at least they got your stubbornness instead of mine."

"Levi," I said, trying not to laugh, "they got both."

He chuckled quietly, his gaze softening as he looked out the window toward where the boys were chasing each other in the yard. "They’re growing fast."

I nodded, my heart swelling as I watched them. "Too fast."

The setting sun bathed the room in gold, and for a brief, perfect mont, everything felt right again—laughter, warmth, life.

Then, softly, Levi said sothing that made my breath hitch.

"They remind of him."

I looked at him, and I knew he ant Lennox.

I smiled faintly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I know. Sotis... I see him when they smile."

Levi’s hand tightened around mine, his expression unreadable. "Maybe that’s his way of staying with us."

I nodded, blinking back tears as the boys’ laughter echoed through the window.

I swallowed hard, the ache returning to my chest—the one that never really went away.

It had been four years. Four long 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 I was strong enough.

And yet... we never went.

Not because I didn’t want to. Goddess knows, I did. There were days I woke up reaching for him, half expecting to feel his warmth beside . Nights when I’d stare at the moon, whispering his na, praying he’d sohow hear .

But every ti I brought it up, Levi and Louis found another reason to delay it.

At first, it was simple—they said I needed ti to recover. The birth had taken too much from . My body was weak, the marks still new, and the babies needed more than anyone else. I believed them. I wanted to.

Then ca the warnings.

The healers said Lennox’s condition hadn’t changed, that his mind remained trapped sowhere between this world and the next. They said disturbing his rest could make things worse—that his wolf was unstable, his spirit fragile.

"Just a little longer," Levi always said. "Until the boys are older. Until it’s safe."

And I waited. I waited while the boys learned to walk, while they learned to speak.

The truth was—I didn’t know if Lennox was still in there.

Sotis I asked Levi directly, but he’d always give the sa answer. "He’s alive, Olivia. That’s all that matters."

But it wasn’t enough anymore.

Alive wasn’t living.

And every year that passed without seeing him felt like losing him all over again.

I looked out the window again. The boys were chasing butterflies now, their laughter pure and bright. For a mont, I envied them—their innocence, their joy.

Levi’s arm was still around , his warmth steady and grounding. "You’re thinking about him again," he said quietly.

I didn’t deny it. "Every day," I admitted softly. "I thought I could move on, but... how can I, when I don’t even know if he’s still—"

"Don’t," Levi interrupted, his tone low but firm. "Don’t finish that sentence."

I turned to look at him, tears brimming in my eyes. "Then let see him, Levi. Please. I need to. I can’t keep pretending he’s just... gone sowhere waiting."

He looked away, jaw tightening. "It’s not that simple."

"It never is with you," I whispered bitterly.

His gaze softened, but the guilt behind it was unmistakable. "You don’t understand what you’re asking, Olivia. He’s not the sa anymore. The healers said his wolf reacts violently when anyone from the bond gets too close. Even his heartbeat spikes at your na."

I froze, my breath catching. "My na?"

Levi nodded slowly. "They think... deep down, he still feels you. That’s why we keep our distance—for his sake, and yours."

My hand trembled as I gripped the counter. "So he’s suffering, and I’m supposed to sit here pretending that’s rcy?"

"Would you rather watch him in pain?" Levi shot back, his voice low but sharp. "Would you rather see him struggle to breathe every ti he hears your voice? I can’t let that happen again, Olivia. Not to him. Not to you."

I stared at him, anger and heartbreak twisting together inside .

He ant well—I knew he did—but part of still hated him for it. Because no matter what he said, it felt like he was keeping from the one piece of my soul that was still missing.

Louis had tried to reason with once, months ago. He said Levi was just afraid. Afraid of losing control, afraid of facing what might happen if we saw Lennox and nothing changed.

Maybe they were both right. Maybe I wasn’t ready either.

But as I stood there watching my sons play—the sa mischievous light in their eyes that Lennox once had—I couldn’t shake the feeling that the waiting was over. I will find Lennox’s location myself.