Fated To Not Just One, But Three-Chapter 676: Shot

Olivia’s POV

​"I’m leaving, Olivia," Levi whispered, his voice cracking. "I’m going away for at least a year. I need to be away from the pack, away from the warmth of you... It’s the only way I can pay for the time I stole from you and Lennox."

​"No!" I cried, grabbing his arms. "Levi, you have been forgiven. Please, why can’t you let this guilt go? I know you think you don’t deserve this happiness, but you do. We need you here. The babies need you."

​But Levi just shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "I can’t look at myself in the mirror, Olivia. I—"

Suddenly, the heavy bedroom door was kicked open. I frowned, my heart leaping into my throat. No one ever entered our private rooms without knocking. Before we could even process who it was, Annabel marched in. Her face was twisted with a crazy, terrifying hatred. In the blink of an eye, she raised a gun and pointed it directly at my chest.

​"No!" Louis roared.

​He lunged forward to push me out of the way, but everything happened too fast. A loud bang echoed through the room, and I saw Levi throw himself in front of me. The silver bullet didn’t hit me; it tore right into Levi’s chest.

​He gasped, a look of shock crossing his face as he stumbled back. Lennox was a blur of motion, rushing toward Annabel and tackling her to the ground, but my entire world narrowed down to Levi.

​"No! You were supposed to die! They were supposed to watch you die!" Annabel’s screeching faded into the background as the guards swarmed the room.

​I caught Levi before he hit the floor, dragging his body into my arms. "Levi! Stay with me!" I yelled, my hands already glowing with a bright, desperate light. I pushed all my healing energy into his chest, trying to stop the bleeding. The blood stopped flowing, but he wasn’t waking up. His skin was turning a scary shade of blue.

​Levi opened his eyes just a crack. He didn’t look scared; he actually looked peaceful. He reached up, touching my face with a cold hand, and whispered, "I love you, Olivia."

​"Levi! Don’t you dare leave me!" I screamed, unleashing every bit of my power.

​Lennox and Louis ran to us, their faces pale with terror. We were all crying, calling his name, but his eyes closed and his body went limp.

​The healers rushed in and took over. I stood there, shaking and covered in his blood, as they examined him. One of the healers looked up at us, her expression grim.

​"The bullet was coated in a rare snake venom," she said softly. "Annabel knew you were a healer, Olivia. She used a poison that paralyzes the heart. Because of Levi’s heart condition, his body has gone into a deep coma to protect itself. The venom is fighting his wolf."

​"When will he wake up?" Louis asked, his voice breaking.

​The healer looked away. "We don’t know. It could be days... weeks... or years."

​I sank to the floor, my head in my hands. No. Not again.

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SIX MONTHS LATER!

​I pushed open the door to the medical wing slowly, as if I were afraid of what I would see—even though I had seen it every single day for the past six months.

​The familiar scent of herbs, antiseptic, and magic drifted into my lungs. It clung to everything now: the walls, my clothes, my memories. The room was quiet. Too quiet. The only sound was the steady beep... beep... beep... of the heart monitor beside Levi’s bed.

​Each beep reminded me he was alive. Each beep reminded me he wasn’t here.

​I walked toward him carefully, my body heavy and swollen. My belly was enormous now; I was due any day. Every step felt like I was carrying the weight of the world inside me—because I was. Two little lives. His daughters. Our daughters.

​Levi lay there, still and pale against the white sheets. He looked thinner than he used to; his sharp jaw was softer, his lips dry, and his hands cold. Too cold.

​I lowered myself into the chair beside him with difficulty, wincing slightly as my back protested. I reached for his hand, wrapping my fingers around his. It didn’t squeeze back. It never did. I lifted his hand gently and placed it over the center of my belly.

​And almost immediately—a strong, sudden kick. Then another.

​I sucked in a sharp breath.

​"They’re active today," I whispered, tears already gathering in my eyes. "They’ve been kicking all morning."

​Another kick pressed against his palm.

​"Levi..." My voice broke. "Your daughters are about to come out. Any day now. They’re impatient, just like you." My throat tightened painfully. "Don’t you want to see them? Don’t you want to hold them? To argue over their names? To scare the boys by being overprotective?"

​My voice cracked completely. "I can’t do this without you."

​A tear slipped down my cheek and landed on his wrist. I leaned forward, pressing my forehead gently against his arm, breathing him in—the faint scent of him was still there beneath the medicine.

​"We miss you," I sobbed softly. "All of us. The boys keep asking when you’ll wake up. Louis pretends he’s fine, but he sits here every night when he thinks no one sees him. And Lennox..." I swallowed hard. "Lennox hasn’t slept properly in months."

​Another kick. Harder this time. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

​"See?" I whispered desperately. "They know you’re here. They’re trying to get your attention." My shoulders shook as I cried. "I can’t stand this silence again. First, it was Lennox—four years of him gone. And now you..."

​I looked up at him, my chest aching. "I need my Trinity whole. I need my three. I need you."

​The door opened softly behind me. I didn’t turn at first; I already knew it was Lennox. His scent reached me before his footsteps did. He walked in quietly, but I could feel the exhaustion radiating off him. He looked older, harder. The last six months had carved lines into his face that hadn’t been there before.

​But when he looked at me, his eyes softened instantly. He crossed the room and sat carefully on the edge of the bed, one hand brushing over Levi’s shoulder as if he were grounding himself. Then he reached for me. He pulled me gently into his chest, careful of my stomach, wrapping his arms around me.

​I let myself fall into him. Just for a second. Just enough to breathe.

​"He’s still in there, Olivia," Lennox murmured against my temple, pressing a kiss into my hair. His voice was low, steady, and strong—even though I could hear the strain beneath it. "He’s just waiting for the right moment."

​His hand moved to my belly, resting beside Levi’s.

​"Our brother is stubborn," he said softly. "You know that. He won’t miss meeting his girls. He’s too possessive for that."

​A small, broken laugh escaped me. I looked back at Levi’s face. Peaceful. Still. Like he was sleeping through something important.

​"Levi," Lennox said quietly, his voice dropping lower. "You’ve rested enough."

​Silence answered him. But the monitor continued.

​Beep. Beep. Beep.

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