Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 12: Wedding

Chapter 12: Wedding

Olivia's POV

The doors of the pack's ceremonial hall loomed before me, towering and intimidating. My mother's gentle hand rested on mine, offering what little comfort she could as the doors creaked open. A hushed silence fell over the room, hundreds of eyes turning toward me. My heart pounded so violently I feared the whole pack could hear it.

The aisle stretched endlessly before me, a pathway paved in white petals, leading straight to the three men who would soon become my husbands. My mates. My tormentors.

I forced myself to take a step. Then another.

With every step, Anita's words echoed in my head. "They don't want you. The moment they become Alphas, they'll get rid of you."

My grip tightened around the bouquet in my hands. I didn't dare look up at them yet. Instead, I focused on keeping my breath steady, on reaching the altar without collapsing.

Whispers rippled through the crowd as I passed—some admiring, some pitying. I could feel their judgment, their curiosity, and worst of all—their doubt. No one believed this marriage was happening out of love. Everyone knew this was a duty, a forced bond. They all wanted Anita and not a lowly omega whose father was accused of stealing.

At last, I reached the altar, and only then did I lift my gaze.

The triplets stood before me, each one dressed in ceremonial black robes embroidered with silver. Identical yet distinct in their own ways, they stared at me with hardened glares, not even bothering to hide their hatred.

My eyes first fell on Lennox. His piercing green eyes barely acknowledged me as he stood tall, his hands clasped behind his back.

I moved my gaze to Louis. His jaw was clenched so tight I thought it might break. His eyes, filled with resentment, flickered to mine for only a second before looking away as if the sight of me disgusted him.

I swallowed hard and looked at Levi. Perhaps he would have a different expression on his face, but I was wrong. If looks could kill, Levi's glare would have struck me dead.

Not one of them smiled. Not one of them extended a hand toward me.

I swallowed hard, my wolf whimpering.

The officiant, an elder of the pack, cleared his throat, his voice echoing through the hall. "We are gathered here today to witness the sacred union of these four souls, bound by the will of the Moon Goddess."

Bound. Trapped.

The words felt like chains wrapping around my wrists, shackling me to my fate.

The elder continued, but I barely heard him. My mind was spinning, drowning in the weight of my situation. My hands trembled as I clutched my bouquet, my breath shallow.

Then, the moment came.

grooms may now accept their

tense silence filled the room.

be welcomed by her grooms,

my cheeks, but before I could react,

voice was cold, devoid

a second later, his tone clipped.

me, his lips twitching as if deciding whether to speak at

"I accept."

sealed

laws of our kind and the will of the Moon Goddess, I now pronounce you

as the final words

I barely heard it. All I could feel was the

I

Anita was right.

wasn't their bride. I

I was their prisoner.

was over, but the

anticipation thick in the air. The triplets and I remained

were to be crowned Alphas.

thought sent a

tray lined with black velvet. Upon it lay three identical crowns, each forged from black obsidian and silver, the symbols of power in our pack. A separate, smaller crown rested

into the side of my face, but I refused to look at him. I had already

his voice,

of the Full Moon Pack—Lennox, Louis, and Levi. By blood and strength, they shall rise as our Alphas, bound not only by

moved in unison, stepping toward the elder. Even now, their unity was

you swear to uphold the laws

swear," Lennox said, his

dark stones catching the light. He barely

elder repeated the oath, and

the elder reached Levi, he repeated the

He answered, "I swear."

The energy in

it was my