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.”