Fated To Not Just One, But Three-Chapter 246: Attraction

Levi’s POV

Throughout the night, I couldn’t sleep... so many things were in my head. Firstly, we had just laid Olivia to rest but deep down I still can’t accept it... somehow, deep down I feel like she is still alive... it is delusional of me, but I just can’t get away from those thoughts.

My wolf has been oddly silent, and I could tell he was mourning Olivia, just like me. It was already late in the morning, but I just couldn’t get out of bed... I felt drained, staring at the portrait of Olivia all through the night... I had shed silent tears and never for once, blinked my eyes... I stayed all night imagining this wasn’t real... our Olivia couldn’t be gone just like that...

A hurried knock landed on the door and by the scent I realized it was Clark, one of our betas. I groaned but didn’t ask him in. He knocked again and I got irritated.

"What!" I barked at him.

"Levi... you need to see this," he yelled from outside. The urgency in his voice told me something was wrong. I jumped out of the bed and went to the door... I pushed it open and saw Clark standing in front of me.

"What happened?" I asked, panicking.

"It’s Anita.... I think something is wrong..."

I frowned. "And what’s wrong with her?" I asked sharply, my voice laced with irritation.

"She is having complications," he said.

I cursed under my breath and followed him, the urgency in his footsteps forcing my own.

We reached Anita’s room, and the moment I stepped inside, I stopped cold. Lennox and Louis were already there. Lennox leaned stiffly against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight. Louis didn’t even look at her—just stared blankly at the floor. My mother stood beside the healers, nervously biting at her thumbnail, while three healers surrounded the bed.

Anita was screaming. Blood soaked the sheets under her, the metallic scent so thick it made my wolf recoil. She gripped the sheets, crying and writhing as pain wrecked through her body.

"She’s hemorrhaging again," one of the healers said.

I didn’t move closer. I didn’t even blink. I just stood there, arms crossed, watching as she twisted in pain.

I should’ve felt something. Pity. Worry. Even concern for the babies...

But all I felt... was a blank feeling... If I could lose Olivia, then I am prepared to lose anything.

She kept begging between sobs. "Please... save my babies... please..."

The crying grated on my nerves. The healers worked on her while I and my brothers all stood quiet.

After some time, the room grew quiet.

The head healer stood upright, her gloves stained red. She let out a breath. "She’s stabilized... but..." she paused and looked at my mother. "There’s only one baby left. The other baby is gone."

A long silence followed.

Anita broke it with a soft, pathetic cry. I didn’t move. Neither did my brothers. She curled in on herself, weeping into the pillow.

I stared at her, not knowing what to feel. That might’ve been our child. But there was no ache. No panic. No sense of loss twisting in my gut. Maybe I was too numb. Or maybe, deep down, I’d already disconnected from everything tied to her.

Before I could think more, the door creaked open and Rebecca walked in. The moment her scent hit me, my wolf stirred—again. It was like my heart recognized something before my mind could even catch up.

She didn’t say a word. Just stood quietly near the doorway, her eyes on Anita.

My gaze snapped to her like a magnet. Everything else vanished. The blood-soaked bed. Anita’s sobs. The hollow ache in my chest. All of it. Gone. All I saw... all I felt... was her.

Lennox and Louis noticed too. I could feel the shift in the room—feel them stiffen. Lennox’s eyes locked onto her like she was gravity. Louis took a step forward without realizing.

What was this? How could someone pull us in like this—so easily, so completely?

"Alpha..." one of the healers spoke suddenly, snapping me out of the trance. "You have to mark her."

I blinked. "What?"

She looked between the three of us, worry in her tone. "The last child. It’s not just blood loss anymore. Her connection to the father is weakening. If none of you mark her... she may lose the remaining baby."

I felt my heart harden instantly. Lennox scoffed and looked away. Louis clenched his jaw. I let out a cold breath.

"We’re not doing that," I said flatly.

"Absolutely not," Lennox added, his voice ice.

"You can take that option off the table," Louis finished.

The healer’s eyes widened. "But—if you don’t—"

"She’s not our mate," I cut her off. "She never was."

"And she never will be," Lennox snapped.

"She made her choices," Louis added.

Anita whimpered again on the bed, but none of us felt pity for her.

"She played a game and lost," I said, my eyes still on Rebecca. "This is her consequence."

The healer tried to speak again, but none of us stayed to listen. We turned and walked out together.

Outside the hallway, I murmured to my brothers. "I’m going to the garden," I told my brothers quietly. "I need to clear my head." They didn’t question me. We were all too drained to speak.

Once outside, I drew in a deep breath and tilted my head to the sky. The garden was still. Silent. I thought of Olivia, how she used to walk here every evening. I could almost see her now—barefoot, smiling, humming something under her breath. My chest tightened.

"I miss you," I whispered, though the wind carried it away before I could even believe I’d said it out loud.

I sat on the stone bench near the rose bush she once planted and ran my fingers through my hair. My thoughts were a storm—Olivia, Anita, the child we’d just lost... the way Rebecca had walked into that room and effortlessly shattered my focus.

What the hell was happening to me?

A soft rustle behind me snapped me out of it. I turned. There, by the edge of the path, stood Rebecca. She was halfway turned, clearly trying to sneak away unnoticed.

"Don’t leave," I said before I could stop myself. "You can come in."

She froze for a moment, then hesitated... and finally walked into the garden. She didn’t speak right away. Neither did I. The silence between us felt thick—but strangely comforting.

When she got closer, her scent hit me again—soft, warm, familiar in a way that shouldn’t have been possible. I inhaled deeply, and my wolf stirred again, tugging at my soul like it was reaching for something it had lost.

Finally, she broke the silence.

"Why?" she asked softly. "Why don’t you want to mark Anita... to save the baby?"

I didn’t look at her. I just stared ahead, my jaw clenched. Because I couldn’t explain it. Not fully. So I gave her the only truth I had.

"Because I don’t love her," I said.

She looked at me, her brows slightly furrowed.

"I never loved her," I added, my voice low. "She was just... convenient. And I’ve lost too much already to keep sacrificing pieces of myself for things that were never real."

I turned and finally met her eyes.

"And that baby?" I said. "I don’t even know if it was ever really mine. But even if it is... I’m not giving her a bond she doesn’t deserve."

Rebecca said nothing, just watched me closely.

"I won’t let her tether me," I continued, my tone firmer. "Not with guilt. Not with pain. And not with a child I never asked for."

For a moment, she didn’t speak. Then, very softly, she said, "That must’ve been hard to say."

I looked away again.

"It wasn’t hard," I replied quietly. "It’s just the truth." And the silence returned... but this time, it didn’t feel tensed.

And this time I decided to ask. "Do you love Damien?" I didn’t know why I said it, but I am not taking it back.

Her eyes snapped to mine. The question hung between us, awkward and heavy. I didn’t even know why I asked. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe jealousy. Maybe something deeper I didn’t want to name yet.

"I..." she started, then hesitated. "I’m trying to." That answer made something in my chest tighten. She looked away, fiddling with her fingers. "He’s been good to me. Kind, in his own way. He protects me. And he says he loves me... I’m trying to believe that. To grow into that."

"But you don’t love him yet," I said quietly.

She didn’t deny it.

"I don’t know what love is," she admitted. "Everything feels blurred. And Damien once loved a lady. And... I don’t know if what I feel is comfort, or something deeper. I can’t tell the difference."

I nodded slowly, but something inside me bristled. I didn’t like this. I didn’t like the idea of her trying to force love for someone else. Especially not him.

And then, before I could stop myself, another question came out of me.

"How do you feel when you kiss him?"

Her head turned sharply, her eyes widening. "What?"

"Do you feel anything?" I asked, my voice low. "Butterflies? Heat? That pull in your chest like something is anchoring you to him?"

She blinked, thrown off.

"I..." she frowned. "It’s just a kiss. Warm. Gentle. Nothing intense. It doesn’t feel... electric or anything. Sometimes, I don’t feel anything at all."

That answer hit harder than it should’ve. And that’s when I said it.

"I could kiss you."

Her eyes widened even more. "What?"

"To help you know," I said softly, my voice lower than before. "So you can tell the difference. Between what’s real... and what’s just comfort."

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