Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 13: Unwanted Mistress

Chapter 13: Unwanted Mistress

Olivia's POV

"Can we bypass that?" Louis said immediately, sounding irritated by the thought.

"Yes, I see no need for that," Levi added.

"It's not mandatory, so why do it?" Lennox groaned.

Standing beside them, I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole. The disgrace was unbearable. Right in front of hundreds of people, the triplets—my mates—were refusing to kiss me. Me. They were making it painfully obvious that they never wanted this marriage.

Suddenly, their father spoke. "Alphas, it is mandatory. Get on with it," he declared, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Where I stood, I could feel their anger seething. And it suffocated me. I wished I could reject this, wished I could ask not to be kissed, but I had no right to.

"Alphas, you may kiss your bride," the elder announced once more.

Whispers rose from the hall, and I looked around to see people whispering something into each other's ears. I felt their eyes on me—judging, pitying, or perhaps even mocking. My cheeks burned with humiliation, and my hands clenched at my sides as I forced myself to remain still. This was supposed to be a passionate moment—a lovely moment—but instead, it felt like a punishment.

Lennox, standing to my left, let out a frustrated sigh before finally stepping forward. His jaw was tight, his entire body rigid, as if the very thought of touching me disgusted him.

Louis and Levi exchanged glances before following suit, both clearly reluctant. I swallowed hard, my heart aching at their rejection. This wasn't how I had imagined my first kiss to be.

Lennox was the first to lean in, his lips brushing against mine so briefly that it could barely be called a kiss. There was no warmth, no tenderness—just cold obligation.

This was the same man who, when I was younger, would kiss my cheeks and tell me he couldn't wait for me to come of age so he could give me a proper kiss.

mine for

thought he might refuse altogether. But then, with an exasperated sigh, he leaned in, his lips ghosting over mine before he drew back

more. I could hear the murmurs,

I lowered them to my sides, my lips tingling from the sensation of their kisses. I wanted to scream, to run, to demand why they

longer felt present. I felt like a spectator in

triplets, I felt miserable. My

offer their congratulations, but I noticed the change in their expressions. They bowed deeply to the triplets, full of respect

guests came and went, their fake

she walked up to

Anita.

held a glass of wine in her hand, a sly smirk curling on

your coronation, Alphas," she purred, her voice slurred

the first to

looks so good on you." His voice was filled with warmth—warmth

turned to

just say

"Of course, it suits me. You got it for me, remember?"

I felt disgusted.

there

me," I said, my voice controlled despite the anger and pain burning inside me. "I should greet the rest of

turned before they could respond, walking away with my head

to my mother, who stood among the other servants, and without a word, I wrapped my

Please don't. Don't let

she knew I was on the verge of breaking

away and looked at her. There was sympathy in her eyes, an understanding that no one else seemed