Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 91: knowing more about him

Olivia's POV

An awkward silence filled the air. It wasn't the type of uncomfortable silence that made you want to squirm or run away—it was just tense. Heavy. Like the room itself was holding its breath.

Maybe it was because we were stuck in this closed space, the air thick, and he… God, he was attractive. Too attractive. The kind of man who made you forget your own name for a second if you weren't careful.

His dark hair was messily styled, like he had just run his fingers through it in frustration—or maybe it just grew that perfect. His jawline was criminal, sharp enough to cut glass, and his eyes… damn it, his eyes. That lazy, heavy-lidded stare that made you feel like he could see things you didn't even know about yourself. His broad shoulders strained against his shirt, and the sleeves were rolled up, showing off forearms that had no business looking that good.

He was hot. Objectively, dangerously hot.

But deep down, no matter how hard I tried to deny it, no matter how my brain screamed at me to appreciate what was sitting right in front of me… he still wasn't them.

He wasn't him.

Or him.

Or him.

I cursed myself under my breath.

Pathetic, I thought savagely. Absolutely fucking pathetic.

"So how is life being the mate and wife of the famous triplet alphas?" the handsome stranger asked.

I frowned. "Just one word to sum it up. Hell."

of arranged teeth that reminded me so much of Levi. But I cursed myself and pushed the thought of

ladies would kill to be in your

hard it was a miracle they didn't get

"Then they can gladly take my

deep, rumbling sound that danced along my skin like an unwanted caress. I hated how my body reacted, goosebumps breaking out even though I was glaring

mean that," he said smoothly, his voice low and

but I didn't care. The words tasted bitter on my tongue, but they were

with a strange glint in his eyes, almost like he was trying to peel me open and read every raw, bleeding page inside. I hated it. I hated how it reminded me of them—how they always

an octave, "being tied to men

My throat tightened.

you dare cry,

forced a smile and

around the luxurious room before I moved them back to him, noticing his eyes had been

is your name?" I asked, wanting to

responded without hesitation. I nodded, noting his sister's name was

she? Your sister?" I asked, needing something—anything—to shift the

a small, almost fond smile. "Abigail's not here. She traveled outside the pack a few days ago for some training. She'll be back in a

behind my ear just to have something

I wasn't sure why I cared. Maybe I just needed more noise, more anything to drown out the mess inside

casually against the seat, crossing his arms. "They went on some kind

shot up, genuinely

his muscles flexing beneath the thin fabric of his shirt far too distractingly. "They needed a break. 'Vacation,' or whatever excuse rich, bored people use to

and Alpha Gabriel smiled. "You should laugh more often… it suits