Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 90

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.

couch and set the glasses down

he said, nodding to the seat beside

hesitated for a heartbeat before slowly walking over and sitting down. The couch was plush and comfortable, and I sank into

of it filled the air, and the clink of the glass as he handed

took it, still unsure of everything

paused. "Are you the

He didn't even blink.

his voice smooth and

fingers tightened slightly around the glass. "Do you know

let out a soft laugh, the sound deep and warm. "Yes,

in

wedding," he said, turning slightly to face me. "With the triplets. I was one

furrowed. "You were

nodded. "Didn't you

shook my head slowly. "No… I—I barely remember

looked lost that day. Your eyes… they weren't present. Like you were standing there, but your soul

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

his wine. "Some of the guests

gaze to the glass in my hands, the liquid swirling

what was happening around me," I whispered.

for a moment.

didn't say anything right away. He just watched me. Like he understood more than

unreadable, then set his wine

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

hesitated, feeling my throat tighten. "It's nothing, really," I muttered,

wasn't going to push too hard—yet. Then, with a calm certainty, he said, "By

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