Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 16: awake

Chapter 16: awake

Olivia's POV

A jackhammer. There had to be a jackhammer pounding in my head this very second. That could be the only explanation for this horrendous aching. My body felt like it had been trampled by a stampede—my head pounding, stomach twisting with nausea, and cold sweat clinging to my skin.

I groaned, forcing myself to sit up, and that was when I noticed my mother, fast asleep in the armchair beside my bed. I swallowed hard and glanced around, only to realize that I was in my room.

I furrowed my brow as it took me a few seconds to recall all that had happened. The memory flashed back in my head. I remembered them—they played like a movie in my mind. Anita in the arms of my supposed husbands. Their bodies entwined as they had her, while they forced me to watch.

My wolf growled in my head, angry and wounded, but what could I do? This was my life now, and I should get used to this unbearable pain because I knew what happened last night was just the beginning. The pain I felt when they had her would constantly keep coming.

Sighing heavily, I looked at my mother sleeping in the armchair. She must be so exhausted, obviously watching over me throughout the night while I was unconscious.

Slowly, I left the bed and quietly got down so I wouldn't wake her up.

Crossing the room, I settled by the window, my fingers tracing the cold glass as I stared out at the tall trees. Was this my future? A life of misery and suffering? How long would I have to endure this torment?

"Olivia, you are awake." I heard my mother's voice behind me. I turned to find her rising to her feet, rubbing her tired eyes as she walked toward me. Her eyes looked tired, like she hadn't gotten any sleep throughout the previous night.

"How are you, my dear?" she asked softly, her eyes scanning me with deep concern.

I swallowed hard, unsure of what to say while memories of last night replayed in my head.

My throat felt raw, as if I had been screaming

me, gently taking my trembling hands into hers. "You

Outside the door? That meant… they had thrown me

The locked door. The agonizing pain. The sound of their pleasure while

my voice shaking. "They left me to suffer while they—" My

grip on my hands tightened, her expression darkening with barely contained anger. "Yes," she

but I silenced her, forcing myself to breathe through the pain searing through my chest. "And you?" I asked, looking at my mother. "How did

sighed, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "The guard alerted me. When I arrived, you were burning up, thrashing in your sleep, crying out in pain. I—" She closed

me. I knew she had no power against the triplets. She was

away, staring out the window. "I don't think I can survive this, Mother." My voice was barely a whisper,

breath and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. "You can, and you will." She tried comforting me, but

made love to Anita right in front of me, and despite seeing how it was killing

body shook with anger and pain. I wished I could do something—anything—to save myself from this

could respond, a sharp knock sounded

turned and opened it, revealing a guard standing on the other side. "The Alphas are having breakfast and demand that the

blood boiled at

I yelled from

the guard and said, "She

the door, she turned to face me.

her reach. "No, Mother. I refuse. I won't sit at the same table with them and