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.

was next, pressing his lips to mine for the barest

boring into mine, filled with something like hate. For a moment, I thought he might refuse altogether. But then, with an exasperated sigh, he leaned in, his lips ghosting over mine before

surged once more. I could hear the murmurs, the speculation, the hushed voices questioning the

hands trembled slightly as I lowered them to my sides, my lips tingling from the sensation of their kisses. I wanted to scream, to run,

no longer felt present. I felt like a spectator in my own life, watching as I was bound

filled the grand hall, but as I sat beside the triplets, I felt miserable. My wolf was

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

went, their fake smiles barely concealing

walked

Anita.

glass of wine in her hand, a sly smirk curling

she

the

on you." His voice was filled with warmth—warmth

to him in

he just

me. You got it

I felt disgusted.

there and watch

my chair back and rose to my feet, ignoring the slight tremble in my knees. "If you'll excuse me," I said, my voice controlled despite the anger and pain

before they could respond, walking away with my head

made my way to my mother, who stood among the other servants, and without a word, I wrapped my arms around her.

Don't let them see you

was on the verge

was sympathy in her eyes, an understanding that