Fated To Not Just One, But Three-Chapter 672: Who is The Father

​Olivia’s POV

​I stood in the center of the sterile room, my heart hammering against my ribs as I watched the doctors lead Lennox away. He didn’t hesitate; he didn’t even look back to celebrate the news. His only focus was the survival of our sons.

​I turned to Levi and Louis. They looked like they had been struck by lightning. Levi was staring at the floor, his face pale, while Louis had slumped into a chair, his hands trembling on his knees. The pride they had carried for years—the belief that they had each sired a piece of our future—had been stripped away in a single breath.

​I walked over and squatted before them, taking one of each of their hands in mine.

​"Hey," I whispered, forcing them to look at me. "Look at me."

​Levi’s eyes were watery, filled with a sudden, sharp grief. "Olivia... I thought... for four years, I looked at Leon and saw myself. I did everything for him because I thought he was my blood."

​"He is your blood," I said firmly, squeezing his hand. "You are triplets. Lennox’s DNA is your DNA. But more than that, you were the one who held him when he had nightmares. You were the one who taught Leon to walk. Louis, you were the one who protected Leo when Lennox wasn’t there. Biology is just a map, but you two... you are the ones who walked the path with them."

​Louis let out a shaky breath, his jaw tight. "We feel like usurpers, Olivia. Like we stole a title that belonged to our brother."

​"You stole nothing," I insisted. "You stepped up when the world went dark. Those boys love you. To them, you aren’t ’Uncles’ or ’Stand-ins.’ You are their fathers. That doesn’t change because of a lab result."

​They both nodded slowly, though the heartbreak still lingered in their scents. I felt a pang of guilt myself; a part of me had always cherished the idea that I had given a son to each of the men I loved. It felt like a perfect balance. But the Moon Goddess had other plans.

​Hours crawled by. I paced the hallway until my feet ached. Finally, the heavy double doors opened, and Lennox emerged. He looked exhausted, his skin a shade paler from the massive donation, but his eyes were bright with a fierce, triumphant light.

​"It’s done," he rasped. "The marrow is taking. Their levels are already stabilizing."

​We all let out a collective breath of relief that felt like a physical weight lifting off the house. Lennox walked over to his brothers. He didn’t look down on them. He didn’t gloat. Instead, he reached out and gripped their shoulders, pulling them into a tight circle.

​"Listen to me," Lennox said, his voice low and commanding. "We are never going to tell the boys about this. Never. As far as the world is concerned, as far as those children are concerned, nothing has changed."

​"Lennox, you don’t have to do that," Levi started, but Lennox cut him off.

​"I do. Because I wouldn’t be standing here if it wasn’t for you two. You kept them alive. You kept her alive. A father isn’t just the man who provides the seed; it’s the man who stays. We are three Alphas, but we are one father to those boys. What is mine is yours. My blood is your blood. We are a Trinity. Understood?"

​Louis looked up, his eyes meeting Lennox’s. The tension between them snapped, replaced by a bond so strong it made the air hum. "Understood," Louis grunted.

​Levi nodded, a small, grateful smile finally breaking through his sadness. "Understood. Thank you, brother."

​Lennox pulled them into a brief, rough hug before turning to me. He pulled back from his brothers and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a chest that felt like a mountain of safety. He tucked his head into the crook of my neck, his breath warm and shaky.

​"Thank you," he whispered, so low only I could hear. "Thank you for staying. For keeping our family together so I had something to come back to."

​I held him tight, feeling the exhaustion finally settling into his bones. The crisis was over. The truth was out, but it hadn’t broken us—it had fused us into something indestructible.

​One week later...

​The house was finally alive again. The silence that had haunted these halls for years was buried under the sound of chaos and laughter. As I walked down the stairs, I heard loud, deep voices competing with high-pitched giggles coming from the kitchen.

​I pushed the door open and stopped, leaning against the frame with a wide smile.

​Lennox, Levi, and Louis were all crowded around the center island, sleeves rolled up, looking like a disaster zone of flour and spices. They were trying to make a massive traditional breakfast—spicy chorizo and scrambled eggs with toasted sourdough. Liam was "helping" Lennox crack eggs, Leon was stirring a bowl with Levi, and Leo was perched on the counter next to Louis, taste-testing the cheese.

​"You know we have world-class chefs on staff for a reason, right?" I teased, crossing my arms.

​Lennox looked up, a smudge of flour on his cheek, his eyes bright with life. "The chefs don’t put as much love into it as we do, Luna."

​"Or as much mess," I laughed, walking over to them.

​The kitchen smelled like rich, sizzling meat and sharp spices. It should have been delicious. I reached out to grab a piece of the toasted sourdough that had been dipped in the spicy chorizo oil, but the second the heavy, greasy scent reached my nose, my stomach didn’t growl. It flipped.

​A sudden, violent wave of nausea hit me so hard my knees buckled slightly. I clutched the edge of the counter, my face turning pale.

​Levi was the first to notice. He dropped his whisk and was at my side in a heartbeat. "Olivia? What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost."

​"I... I feel like I’m going to throw up," I choked out, covering my mouth. The smell of the spicy meat, which I usually loved, now felt like a physical assault on my senses. "I feel so sick."

​Lennox moved toward me, his brow furrowed with worry. "Is it the bond? Are you feeling a lingering echo from the boys’ recovery?"

​"I don’t know," I whispered, leaning my head against Levi’s shoulder. "I just need to lie down. The smell... it’s too much."

​"Go rest," Lennox said, his voice soft but firm. "I’ll bring the boys up later. Go heal yourself, Olivia."

​I nodded weakly and hurried out of the kitchen, taking deep breaths of the hallway air to clear the grease from my lungs. I made it to our room, shut the door, and sank onto the edge of the bed. My head was spinning, and my stomach was still doing somersaults.

​I closed my eyes, trying to tap into my inner healing light to settle my nerves. What is wrong with me? I thought. Am I coming down with a human flu?

​’You are not sick,’ my wolf whispered, her voice filled with joy. ’The family is growing. You are pregnant.’

​My heart stopped. My hand instinctively dropped to my still-flat stomach. Pregnant. A new life was growing inside me?

​But the real question hit me immediately: with all three of them back in my life, and having slept with them in such close range... who was the father this time?

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