Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 90: We’ve Met

Olivia's POV

Before I could react, he walked to a large closet in the corner, pulled the doors open, and rummaged inside. A moment later, he turned around, holding something in his hands.

A plain black shirt and a pair of pants.

He walked up to me and stretched them out.

"You can shift now," he said calmly. "Put these on."

I blinked at him, still unsure.

He gave a soft chuckle, almost amused by my hesitation. "Unless you prefer to walk around naked too?"

I growled lightly, embarrassed, but took the clothes from his hand in my mouth and turned around, padding into the corner of the room.

With a deep breath, I shifted back to human form, my bones reshaping, fur pulling back, until I stood up—naked and cold. I dressed quickly, his shirt slightly oversized but soft and warm. The pants were a bit loose, but they fit well enough.

When I turned back around, he was already halfway through dressing himself. He stood in front of the mirror, pulling on a black button-down shirt over his toned chest. His pants were fitted perfectly, making him look even more powerful than he already did.

He glanced at me through the mirror.

"I didn't bring you here to scare you," he said, his voice softer now. "You looked like you needed help."

I didn't respond, still trying to understand everything.

After he finished buttoning up his shirt, he walked over to the corner of the room where a mini bar stood. I watched him quietly as he opened a cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine, and grabbed two glasses. His movements were calm, controlled—like everything he did was thought through before he even acted.

to the couch and set the glasses down on the table in front

he said, nodding to the seat beside

heartbeat before slowly walking over and sitting down. The couch was plush and

clink of the glass as he handed it to me

it, still unsure of everything swirling

I began, then paused. "Are you the

He didn't even blink.

said simply, his voice smooth

fingers tightened slightly around the

laugh, the sound deep and warm. "Yes, Olivia. I know

blinked in

face me. "With the triplets. I was one of

furrowed. "You were

nodded. "Didn't

my head slowly. "No… I—I

understand. You looked lost that day. Your eyes… they weren't present. Like

I remembered standing at the altar, people clapping, lights flashing—but I didn't feel like myself. I had felt numb, confused… like everything

sipping his wine. "Some of the guests could see it.

the glass in my

around me," I whispered.

went quiet for a moment. Not awkward

He just watched me. Like he understood

unreadable, then set his wine glass down gently

to talk about it?" he asked. "Why you weren't in

"It's nothing, really," I muttered, taking a sip of the

push too hard—yet. Then, with a calm certainty, he said,