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.
