Fated To Not Just One, But Three

birthday. Do you know how much that cost me?" he asked in anger.

how much I tried to keep my head down and stay out of trouble, this pack would always see me as the daughter of a disgraced warrior.

"Only two people came into this room yesterday," Lennox continued, his voice low and sharp, like the growl of his wolf ready to pounce. "You and Anita. So, tell me, Olivia, who else could have taken it?"

I stiffened at his words, the pieces clicking together in my mind. Anita. Of course. She had been in his room yesterday. I remembered seeing her standing by his dresser, pretending to admire a framed photograph.

I knew Anita better than anyone else. She was cunning, always looking for ways to get what she wanted. I remembered the time she stole a pack warrior's silver bracelet, only to cry her way out of trouble. Or the time she framed a servant for breaking the Alpha's Favorite vase, earning the poor girl a week in the dungeons.

And now, she had done it again. But this time, I was her scapegoat.

Who would dare enter Lennox's room and steal something so valuable?

No one.

No one except Anita.

I couldn't say it. Not to Lennox. If I accused Anita, I'd only make things

take it," I said

let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head.

innocent, perfect girl he thought she was.

Lennox sneered, taking another step toward me. "I'm done wasting my time with you. If that necklace doesn't turn up by the end

ground, meeting his gaze. "I didn't take it," I repeated one last time, my

his shoulders tense with rage. "I give you

my heart pounding as I walked down the hallway. Once I was far enough away,