Louis' POV
We left Anita at the hospital. The doctor said she'd be discharged later in the day, so there was no point sticking around.
The drive back home was tense. Heavy. Silent.
I was in the driver's seat. Levi sat beside me, and Lennox was in the back. I glanced at Levi briefly. He looked completely lost in thought, staring out the window like the road wasn't even there.
I wondered what was running through his mind.
Was he having second thoughts about saving the pups?
I gritted my teeth.
Hell no—not me.
I didn't care how loud their tiny heartbeats sounded on that screen or how weak one of them looked. There was no way I'd make Anita my mate. Not for them. Not for anyone.
Because doing that… would mean losing Olivia.
And I'd rather lose everything—my rank, my power, my pride—than lose her.
That woman… Olivia. I'd rip my own heart out before I let us hurt her again.
She already hates us for everything we did to her—for all the ways we broke her. For the pain we caused her just because of a stupid payback. And now, what? We're to mate Anita? Officially tie ourselves to the one woman who caused her pain, too?
No. Absolutely not.
I didn't care if the pups were mine.
I didn't care if they were all of ours.
There was no going back.
Suddenly, from the back seat, Lennox groaned.
"Ugh. This is a damn mess," he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. "I can't get the image out of my head."
"You mean the ultrasound?" Levi asked, finally speaking up, his voice flat.
"Yeah. That," Lennox answered grimly.
"They might not be ours," I snapped, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "We don't even know for sure. Until we do, we're not doing anything."
An awkward silence filled the air again.
Levi leaned back, rubbing his temples. "And if they are? What then?"
"We deal with it then," I replied coldly. "But we are not making her a mate. That's not even an option."
"I agree," Lennox said. "Olivia is the only one I'd ever mark as a mate. Ever. I don't care what the healer says. If those pups die because of that… then so be it."
I exhaled deeply, jaw still clenched.
"I hate that it's come to this," Levi muttered. "It didn't have to be this way."
"Well, it is," I said. "And we're going to live with it. We already made our choice."
No one responded.
The car felt heavier with every mile we passed.
But no matter what guilt tried to crawl its way into my chest…
Nothing—nothing—was worth losing Olivia.
And I think we all knew that.
Even if we didn't say it out loud.
We pulled into the mansion just as the afternoon sun was dipping behind the trees, casting long shadows across the yard.
As we stepped out of the car, I spotted our mother—waiting by the entrance, with a tight expression and arms folded across her chest.
Her eyes swept over us sharply, narrowing with worry. "I heard from the staff," she said, her voice tight. "They said Anita was rushed to the hospital. What happened? Are the babies okay?"
"They're fine… for now," I muttered, not meeting her gaze.
"But," Levi added, "the doctor said there's a chance… the pregnancy might not survive."
Her eyes widened. "What? Why? What are you talking about?"
We stepped closer. I took a breath and laid it out.
We told her everything.
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