Chapter 491 Birth

Olivia’s POV

The pain was sharp but brief, replaced almost instantly by a surge of warmth—power flooding through me, fierce and wild. My heartbeat suddenly synced with theirs, steady and strong. I gasped as light seemed to dance behind my eyes, spreading from my neck down to my chest.

The midwife gasped softly. “It’s working,” she said. “Her pulse is stabilizing.”

Levi and Louis pulled back slowly, their eyes glowing. Their marks shimmered faintly against my skin—two identical crescent shapes burning with soft gold.

I had imagined having their marks again…but not this way.

I barely had time to recover before another contraction hit me, stronger than any before. I screamed, clutching Levi’s hand.

“Push, dear,” the midwife ordered firmly. “You’re almost there!”

I bore down, teeth gritted, tears spilling freely. The pain was unbearable—pain and anguish all at once—but something inside me refused to give up. I could hear Levi’s voice, low and comforting, beside me.

“Breathe, Olivia. Just breathe.”

Louis brushed the sweat from my forehead, whispering encouragements. “You’re almost done. You’re doing so well.”

One last push. One last cry. And then—

The sound.

A tiny, sharp wail pierced the room.

The midwife smiled, her hands lifting the small, crying bundle. “It’s a boy!”

My chest heaved with relief. I sobbed—from exhaustion, from love, from everything I had held in for months.

But there wasn’t time to rest.

“Another one’s coming,” the healer said quickly. “Don’t stop, Lady Olivia. You can do this.”

I nodded weakly, gripping Levi’s hand tighter. “I can do it,” I whispered, though I barely believed it.

Another contraction hit. I screamed again, my entire body shaking. Levi kissed my forehead, whispering over and over, “You’ve got this. You’ve got this.”

Louis was at my other side, his hand on my shoulder, comforting me.

And then another cry filled the air—deeper, stronger.

“A boy,” the midwife said with a grin.

I let out a trembling laugh through my tears. “Two boys…”

But before I could even see them, the healer’s voice rose again. “There’s one more.”

My body felt like it was on fire, every muscle trembling with exhaustion. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” Levi said, his voice fierce. “For him. For them. For us.”

His words broke something inside me—or maybe they mended it. Either way, I found the strength to push again, one final time.

The third cry was the loudest—sharp and commanding, like it wanted the whole world to know it had arrived.

The healer’s eyes widened slightly as she lifted the last baby, her voice trembling. “Another boy.”

Silence filled the room—soft, heavy, full of awe.

Louis turned toward the midwife. “All boys,” he said quietly.

She nodded, smiling. “Yes… and look at them.”

I followed her gaze, my breath catching when I saw them laid gently in the crib beside me.

Three tiny babies.

Perfect. Beautiful. Alive.

But what struck me most wasn’t just their beauty—it was how identical they were. Not similar like the brothers had been, but exactly the same. The same face, the same nose, the same soft line of their lips.

“They look…” Louis began softly.

“…like copies of each other,” Levi finished in disbelief.

The healer looked up, her expression unreadable. “It’s rare,” she said softly. “Almost impossible for wolves. But their bond runs deeper than ordinary bloodlines. They share a soul connection—three born of one thread.”

Her words made a big, bright smile spread across my face. I reached out with trembling fingers and touched their tiny hands. They were warm, their small fingers curling instinctively around mine.

My heart broke and healed all at once.

Tears filled my eyes as I whispered, “Welcome home, my little miracles.”

For a long moment, no one spoke.

The only sound in the room was the gentle whimpering of the newborns, their tiny breaths mingling with mine.

Levi stood frozen beside me, his eyes wide—a mixture of shock and awe. Louis was the first to move. He leaned closer to the crib, his fingers trembling slightly as he brushed one baby’s cheek.

“They… they look like you,” he whispered.

My heart skipped. “Like me?”

Louis nodded slowly. “Every feature. The same eyes, the same mouth… even their aura feels familiar.”

Levi’s gaze flicked to him sharply, but he didn’t argue. He just looked down at the three little lives lying side by side—identical, breathing softly in unison, like they were bound by something beyond blood.

I could feel it too—a hum in the air, like a faint vibration connecting the four of us. The babies. Me. The bond between us glowed faintly beneath my skin, warm and pure.

The healer’s voice broke the silence. “You must rest,” she said softly. “A lot of rest. You should all rest. They’ll need your warmth for the next few hours.”

I nodded weakly, my entire body aching but my heart full. Levi and Louis helped me sit up a little, placing the babies against my chest.

The warmth that filled me was indescribable. Their tiny bodies pressed close, their hearts beating softly against my skin—three tiny pulses, steady and alive.

Levi sank into the chair beside the bed, rubbing a hand over his face. I could see the tears he was trying to hide. Louis stood behind him, one hand on his brother’s shoulder.

For the first time in months, the weight that had been pressing on all of us seemed to lift—even just a little.

“Look at them,” I whispered, tears spilling freely. “They’re… perfect.”

“They are,” Levi said quietly. His voice cracked, just barely.

Louis smiled faintly. “Three boys,” he murmured. “Just like us.”

The midwife chuckled softly from across the room. “History repeats itself, it seems.”

I smiled tiredly and looked down at my sons. “Welcome, angels,” I whispered.

Levi’s eyes met mine, and for a moment, the world stilled. The pain, the guilt, the loss—it all faded under the weight of that moment. We had life again. Hope again.

“We are now a complete family.” Louis whispered. But deep down I knew he was wrong.