Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 56: Drugged

Chapter 56: Drugged

Louis POV

Alpha Thor's birthday celebration was already in full swing when we arrived at the Trumpant Pack. The pack house was buzzing with music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. It was grand—just like Thor himself. The man didn't do anything halfway.

The moment I stepped out of the car, Alpha Thor himself greeted me with a wide grin and a brotherly slap on the back.

"Louis! I wasn't sure you'd show up," he boomed. "But I'm glad you did. It wouldn't be the same without the infamous Louis showing his cold face."

I forced a smile. "Happy birthday, Thor. You're getting old."

He laughed, throwing his head back. "And still better looking than you."

I let out a short chuckle and followed him inside. My warriors lingered outside, alert and stationed, just as I instructed.

Inside, the air was thick with perfume and alcohol. Beautiful women fluttered around like moths to flame, some throwing glances my way. I ignored them all. I wasn't here for pleasure or idle talk. I just needed to make an appearance and leave.

A server was passing by with a glass of champagne. Thor took it and handed it to me. "Come on, just one. For old time's sake."

I eyed the glass for a moment. The liquid swirled like honeyed fire, and I hesitated. Then, I took it from him with a nod and brought it to my lips.

The first sip burned slightly, but it wasn't bad. I tilted the glass back and drank it all in one go.

Almost immediately, I felt… strange.

My skin prickled. My blood rushed to places it shouldn't have. My vision sharpened unnaturally, my senses becoming too heightened, too aware. The soft scent of perfume from one of the girls nearby suddenly felt intoxicating. Her giggle sounded like a damn melody.

Something's wrong.

pacing inside me. "We've been drugged, he hissed. Sexual craving potion was put in

the girls who had been flirting earlier.

Bitch.

the glass onto the floor, the sharp shatter drawing startled gasps from

Louis?" Thor looked

him and turned to my warrior at the door. "We're leaving.

The warriors instantly fell into formation, surrounding me as we exited the

my veins hotter than

something in that drink," I muttered,

Bitch! My wolf growled.

My frown deepened.

home," I told the driver.

car roared forward, my thoughts shifted again, back to the one

Olivia.

now? Why was

again, possessive and

ride home

of silent, burning

heaving slightly as I sat in the back seat, fists clenched and jaw locked. The windows were

shirt, but I was still burning. Every inch of me felt like it was on fire. My wolf

her,

kept replaying the way she'd looked at breakfast—calm, composed, indifferent. And that blonde hair, gods, it had no right to look that good on

we're home," the driver said carefully as the gates of the pack opened, and we rolled into

for the car to stop

flung the door open and stepped out, the night air hitting me like a slap—but it still wasn't

I was burning alive.