Olivia POV
With furrowed brows, I watched the scene unfolding before me.
Sir Damon marched up to his sons, his face thunderous.
"And what is this I’m hearing? That you’d rather lose your children than mark Anita?" he spat, glaring at his son.
My confusion deepened as I tried to make sense of what was happening. Through the gossip Nora and Lolita shared with me, they told me Anita had been crying in pain, and the Alphas had rushed her to the hospital.
But now this? The realization that they were being told to mark her—to save the pups?
"Father, we’ve made our decision—" Lennox began, but Sir Damon cut him off sharply.
"What fucking decision, Lennox? A decision to abandon your own blood? To let innocent pups die instead of marking their mother?"
A long, heavy silence followed. I remained frozen, my eyes bouncing between them, trying to understand what I was hearing.
Then Louis stepped forward, his voice authoritative.
"Because marking Anita... means losing Olivia."
They all turned to look at me.
Levi’s jaw clenched. "And we won’t let that happen."
Lennox nodded. "Not now. Not ever."
My heart slammed against my ribs. I didn’t know how to feel. Part of me felt a pang of empathy at the thought of the children, but another part—one I didn’t want to admit—ached at the sincerity in their voices.
Lady Fiona opened her mouth to speak again, but this time, Lennox cut her off.
"That’s enough."
His voice was calm but final. It made even Sir Damon pause.
"This situation with Anita and the babies... it’s our responsibility. Not yours. You raised us, yes. You care, we know. But don’t forget something important..."
He looked his parents in the eyes.
"We are Alphas now. Not boys. You may be our parents—but these decisions, this life... is our business... only us."
There was another long silence before Lady Fiona stepped forward, her expression fixed with worry. Her voice was calm, but every word trembled with restrained anger.
"You think this is just about duty? About the title? About being Alphas?"
She paused, looking at each of them.
"I had complications when I was pregnant with you. All three of you. My body was weak, and the healer told me I should terminate. That none of you would make it. That if I continued, I might die."
Her voice cracked, just for a moment. But she buckled up.
"But I refused. I chose you. All of you. And do you know who stood beside me?"
She turned toward her mate.
"Your father. He didn’t hesitate. He stayed up every night. He argued with the healers, begged the Moon Goddess, fought to keep me and all of you alive."
Her eyes welled with tears, but her voice sharpened.
"That’s what it means to be a father. You don’t walk away because it’s hard. You don’t look at your unborn children and say, ’Not worth it.’ You fight for them. You give them a chance—even when it’s not convenient, even when it wasn’t planned."
A tense silence hung in the air until Levi took a step forward, anger etched in his face.
"That’s different," he said quietly.
Lady Fiona blinked. "How?"
"Because you were his mate. He loved you," Levi said, his voice tightening. "He wanted those children with you. But Anita..."
He shook his head.
"We don’t love her. We never did. We didn’t plan for this. We never wanted children with her. And she knew that."
Lennox’s jaw tensed beside him. Louis folded his arms tightly, saying nothing—but agreeing with every word.
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