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?

My mother's voice

slipped into the lingerie. I tied the robe tightly around my waist,

I said, trying to hide my

to

argue, but one look from my mother silenced

muttered

and sat on the bed. Tears gathered in my eyes,

and delivered like

as she sat beside me. "You are not a whore, Olivia. You are their mate, their

me, who can't stand my presence or even kiss me? Did you see the disgust on their faces?"

me close. "Everything will be okay, darling. Trust me," she whispered soothingly,

sobbed, wishing her words

my mother's embrace, finding

door creaked open

Cynthia

announced, her frown

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

one look at my swollen eyes and scoffed. "No need for the dramatics,

biting my tongue to keep from snapping

another word, they turned and led me down another corridor. My heart pounded with each step. My legs felt heavy,

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

in her eyes. "Try to make a

chuckled. "Not that it matters. They

into my palm, but I said nothing. What was

smile,

inside, my body