Triple Fated: A Romance Novel

Chapter 478: Refused

Levi's POV

| stood my ground even as Olivia's glare burned holes through me.

The witch shifted uneasily beside her, the bowl trembling in her hands.

"I said no," | repeated, my voice like stone. "You're done with this, Olivia."

She clenched her jaw. "You don’t get to decide that for me."

"I do when your life is on the line!" | shot back. "When our child's life is on the line!"

Her lips trembled. "You think | don’t know that? You think | don’t feel it?" Her hand went to her stomach. "But if |

stop now, he'll die, Levi. He'll die, and I'll never forgive myself."

My patience cracked. "And if you keep going, you'll die!"

The words cout louder than | meant. Everyone froze.

Even Lennox’s shallow breathing seemed to pause.

Olivia's frown deepened, but she refused to look away. "Then letdie with purpose."

Something insidesnapped.

"Purpose?" | barked, taking a step closer. "You call throwing your life away for him purpose? You call risking our

child love?" My voice broke at the end, anger blurring into pain. "You're killing yourself for a ghost, Olivia! He's

not here anymore. | am! We are!"

The silence that followed was deafening.

Her lips parted, but no sound cout. My father looked away, and my mother pressed her hand to her mouth.

The witch’s eyes darted between us, unsure if she should stay or flee.

Finally, Olivia whispered, "You don’t understand."

| laughed bitterly. "No, you're right. | don’t. | don’t understand how you can look at me, at Louis, at your own

unborn child, and still choose him over all of us."

Tears spilled down her cheeks. "It’s not about choosing!" she cried. "It's about saving someone | love!"

"Someone?" | muttered, my chest tightening. "Or the only one?"

Her breath caught. For a moment, we just stared at each other, two storms colliding in silence.

Then | turned sharply and stormed toward the door. | couldn't breathe anymore. The walls were closing in, my

father’s disappointed sigh echoing behindlike thunder.

As | reached the hall, | heard the witch's trembling voice. "So... are we doing the ritual or not?"

| didn’t look back. "No," | said, my voice hollow. "It's over."

But Olivia's voice cut through the air, fierce and defiant. "Yes."

| froze in the doorway.

For a heartbeat, no one moved. | wanted to go over there and pull her away, but | held myself back.

Without another word, | walked out. The walls seemed to shake with every step | took, fury and helplessness

burning through me.

| didn’t realize my hands were trembling until | reached the courtyard.

She wasn't listening. She never did.

And as much as it broketo admit it, | knew exactly what she was going to do.

She'd disobey me. She'd go through with the ritual.

Even if it killed her.

| should have forced her to listen. But | didn’t. | let her go.

| felt like the villain in this story.

Everyone thinks | want Lennox dead; even my father thinks so.

"You have to stop her," my wolf urged, a raw, instinctive pull that made my blood hot and my teeth ache. |

wanted to obey that voice. | wanted to turn back, force her hands from the bowl, and lock her away until she

learned reason. But the part ofthat loved her, that had kissed her, argued with her, watched her laugh when

the world was kinder, froze under the weight of every possible wrong choice. | was paralyzed by the fear that

any move | made could be the final one.

The courtyard air was thin. | was still trying to convince myself I'd done the right thing, that I'd stepped away

because | needed a plan, because | could cup with something better, when a shout split the night.

"Levi! Levi, she’s down!"

I ran.

The hall blurred. Other footsteps joined mine. My chest pounded so hard | thought it would burst. I didn’t think

about the door. | slammed through it. The room smelled like iron and herbs and something colder, the static

smell that always happens right before someone falls away from life.

Olivia was on the floor.

She was as pale as old paper, hair

fanned around her head like a dark

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her palm. Her breaths were shallow.

Her hand clutched at her belly as if

holding the small life there close

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| scooped her up before anyone could move, instinct first, logic later. Olivia was lighter than | expected, as if the

ritual had hollowed her out from the inside. Her fingers scraped my neck when | gathered her against my chest;

for a second, | panicked, thinking she'd slip away like smoke.

"Hold her," | barked at Louis. He was already there, steady hands under her knees, eyes wide and hollow. The

witch and the sorcerer were murmuring frantic chants, but | shoved them gently aside.

The moment we reached my room, | set her down on my bed with too much force, and for a second the mattress

dipped, and the breath left my chest with her.

Healers swarmed, efficient and

sharp. Hands on her forehead, a palm

to her chest, herbs crushed beneath

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instructions | didn't need to hear but

wanted to. | stood back, hands

clenched, while they worked,

watching, measuring the rise and fall

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long, terrible ache. The sorcerer and

the witch were in a tight huddle,

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wolf snarled in the back of my mind,

a low, hungry sound that wanted

retribution. | wanted to tear the world

open and drag whatever part of fate

was responsible into the light and

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When she finally stirred, it felt like the sun worrying its way through storm clouds.

Her lashes fluttered. Her eyes opened, unfocused, then sharpened as she blinked and recognized the ceiling, and

everyone in the room.

"I'm fine," she murmured, her voice small and brittle. "Really. Don’t, don’t make a fuss."

The healer’s hand smoothed across her brow. "Rest," she said gently. "You pushed too far. Sleep now."

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