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.
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