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.

may now

silence filled the room. The

hesitation was humiliating. A bride should be welcomed by her grooms,

cheeks, but before I could

accept." His voice was

second later, his tone clipped.

if deciding whether to speak at all. Then, finally, his response came, softer than the others

"I accept."

sealed my

"Then, by the laws of our kind and the will of the

down my spine as the final words left

the suffocating presence of the three men beside me—their resentment,

in that moment, as I stood between them, I realized

Anita was right.

wasn't their bride. I wasn't their

I was their prisoner.

but the real nightmare had

the atmosphere in the ceremonial hall shifted. The applause faded into murmurs, anticipation thick in

to be crowned Alphas.

thought sent a cold wave through

stepped forward, carrying a silver tray lined with black velvet. Upon it lay three identical crowns, each forged from

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

elder raised his voice, silencing the

our ancestors, our pack recognizes the rightful heirs of the Full Moon Pack—Lennox, Louis, and Levi. By blood and strength, they shall rise as our Alphas, bound not only by lineage but by destiny. Let

stepping toward the elder. Even now, their unity was effortless, natural. Despite

lifting it high before placing it upon Lennox's head. "Lennox Lucianion, do you swear to uphold the laws of this pack,

Lennox said, his

crown settled on his head, its dark stones catching the

the oath, and Louis, still tense, gave

Levi, he repeated

He answered, "I swear."

the pack erupted into howls of approval. The energy in the

now, it was