Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 157

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Levi’s POV

The moment Olivia left with Damien and Dad, I turned around and glared at Anita.

“You bitch!” I roared, seething with rage as I stormed

toward her.

But Mom stepped in front of her, spreading her arms wide. “And what do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, her eyes flashing with anger.

I clenched my fists, my entire body trembling. Every nerve in me wanted to drag Anita out of this room myself and to the dungeon.

“Mother, move,” Lennox growled from behind me, voice like thunder

But she didn’t budge. Her frown deepened as she turned to look at Lennox. “No. I won’t,” she said firmly. “You three are not thinking clearly. You’re angry, and I will not let you do something you’ll regret.”

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“We’re not going to regret anything,” Louis snapped. “She deserves to pay for what she did.”

He turned to the guards standing by the door. “What are you waiting for? Take her to the cells. Lock her

up!”

But Mom raised her hand and shouted, “No!”

Everyone frowned.

“She’s pregnant,” Mom said, her voice trembling. “She’s carrying my grandchildren–the Luciano bloodline. I won’t let you throw her in a cold dungeon while she has two of our own growing inside her.”

“Mother-” I started, but she cut me off.

“I’m not saying she won’t be punished,” she said firmly. “She will. But not like this. Not while she’s pregnant.”

Anita stood behind her with a triumphant smirk curling her lips.

I glared at Anita, rage boiling in my blood. “How do we even know those babies are ours?” I snap d. “She could be lying!”

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But Mom didn’t look convinced. She turned to me, her voice calm but serious. “Of course, they’re yours,” she

said.

I frowned. “You don’t know that.”

“Oh, please,” she scoffed, crossing her arms. “You think I didn’t know you boys were constantly sleeping with her around that time? Don’t insult my intelligence.”

She turned her sharp eyes to Anita. “Tell me, Anita. How far along are you?”

Anita blinked, then gently placed her hand on her stomach. “The healer said around three months.”

Three months?

My heart skipped.

I quickly started thinking back, trying to remember the last time we had slept with her.

And then it hit me–hard.

It was the night of the wedding.

Our wedding night.

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The night we married Olivia.

Guilt and anger twisted in my stomach. We had spent that sacred night with Anita… when it should’ve been

Olivia in our arms.

“She said she was on birth control,” I muttered, more

to myself.

Mom nodded slowly. “Then she lied. And you believed

her.”

I clenched my fists.

“This pregnancy is yours. All of yours,” Mom said firmly. “You might not want to admit it, but you know it deep down. And if you still doubt it, then wait.”

“Wait?” Louis echoed, confused and angry.

“Yes. When the pregnancy hits five months,” Mom said, “your wolves will be able to sense it. They’ll know if the pups share your blood. No one will be able to lie about it then.”

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Not after all the lies.

Maybe she didn’t forge the letter… but possibly, she

knew who did.

I stayed quiet, but the suspicion was already there, burning in my gut.

There was no proof.

Not yet.

But something told me Anita wasn’t innocent in this. Not completely.

Mother spoke again. “I know Anita deserves to be punished, but remember that is your seeds growing inside of her,” Mother said, and my frown deepened while Lennox growled angrily beside me.

Mother glared at Anita. I could see she wasn’t happy that she was helping Anita out. “Let her deliver these babies safely, then you can carry out your judgment. But until then, I won’t let you do anythin. that would harm those pups.”

I frowned deeply at Mother, not liking her words one

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bit.

“Mother…” I began, my voice low and tense.

“Enough,” she snapped, not giving me a chance to argue. “I’ll personally keep an eye on Anita. Until those babies are born, she stays under my watch.”

She turned and grabbed Anita’s arm firmly–not with affection, but with anger. “Don’t think this means you’re free,” she muttered to Anita, just loud enough for us to hear. “I may be protecting you, but I’m not blind to your sins.”

Anita frowned and looked away.

Mother turned back to us. “You men have enough to worry about. If I were you, I’d be more concerned about Damien… he looked pretty serious about claiming Olivia.”

And with that, she turned and led Anita out of the

room.