Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 14: like A Common Whore

Chapter 14: like A Common Whore

Olivia POV

The maids led me down a long corridor, their eyes studying me with barely concealed judgment. To them, I was nothing more than an unwanted mate, a pawn in a political game, a Luna in name only.

Finally, we arrived at a chamber that would apparently be mine. The door creaked open, revealing a lavishly decorated room with dark mahogany furniture, deep red silk curtains, and a massive bed draped in the finest sheets. A faint scent of lavender lingered in the air, but it did nothing to soothe me.

"Your bath is ready," Fiona announced with a fake smile, gesturing to a large tub filled with warm water and rose petals. "We'll help you undress."

My frown deepened. The idea of them touching me, of them treating me like some fragile doll meant to be delivered to their Alphas, made my skin crawl.

"I can do it myself," I snapped, feeling annoyed.

Cynthia and Fiona exchanged glances, their smirks growing wider. "Suit yourself, Luna," Fiona taunted, drawing out the title mockingly before stepping aside.

I ignored them and made my way toward the bath. I slipped off my gown, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on me. The water was warm against my skin, but it did little to wash away the ache in my chest. I sat there for a long moment, trying to gather my thoughts, to suppress the pain threatening to consume me.

When I finally came out, the maids had already laid out what I was expected to wear. My stomach twisted as I took in the sight—a sheer, lacy lingerie set, delicate yet undeniably seductive, with a matching silk robe placed beside it.

"Put this on," Cynthia ordered, barely hiding her mockery. "The Alphas will be expecting you soon."

A bitter laugh bubbled in my throat. Expecting me? They could barely stand to kiss me at the altar. What made anyone think they would want me in their bed?

I stared at the lingerie and swallowed hard. This was my first time. I have never been touched, so what if the triplets decided to have sex with me? Not just sex—maybe a punishing one. What do I do about it then? I can't refuse them tonight because tonight, we were to consummate our marriage.

Fear and panic gripped me. This was not how I imagined my first time was going to be. I had fantasized about it, thought about it—how I would be in the arms of a man who loves me, how he would adore and worship my body, whisper sweet words of love as we made love—slow, passionate love.

But tonight... tonight with the triplets was never going to be like that. I bet they wouldn't want to touch me, and even if they did, it would be more like an obligation—a punishment. And the three of them at once?

are you okay?" My mother's voice suddenly pulled me

tightly around my waist, taking one

said, trying

us. I'd like to speak to

wanted to argue, but

muttered before leaving

I inhaled deeply and sat on the bed. Tears gathered in my

up and delivered like some common whore,"

sat beside me. "You

to look at me, who can't stand my presence

her arms, holding me close. "Everything will

her words

my mother's embrace,

the door creaked

Cynthia

announced, her

tears quickly, forcing myself to stand. I couldn't let them see me like this—weak, vulnerable, breaking apart. If I were to survive

scoffed. "No need for the

frowned, biting my tongue to keep from snapping

corridor. My heart pounded with each step. My legs felt heavy, my

stopped before a set of large, ornately carved double doors.

on the handle, pausing to look at me with a glint of mockery in her eyes. "Try to make

it matters. They

said nothing. What was there to

a sickeningly sweet smile, Fiona pushed the

stepped inside, my body