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."

handsome stranger smiled at my words, revealing his beautiful set of arranged teeth that reminded me so much of

would kill to be

so hard it was a miracle they didn't get

"Then they can gladly take my place. Hell, I'll even gift-wrap

danced along my skin like an unwanted caress. I hated how my body reacted, goosebumps breaking out even though I was glaring at him like

he said smoothly,

word," I snapped, harsher than I intended, but I didn't care. The words tasted bitter on my tongue,

eyes, almost like he was trying to peel me open and read every raw, bleeding page inside. I

hard," he said finally, voice dropping an octave, "being tied

My throat tightened.

dare cry,

smile and

the luxurious room before I moved them back to

your name?" I asked, wanting to know his name

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

needing something—anything—to shift the heavy direction

She traveled outside the pack a few days ago for some training. She'll be back in a

loose strand of hair behind my ear just to have something to do with my hands. The silence between us

I cared. Maybe I just needed more noise, more anything to drown out the mess inside

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

months?" My eyebrows shot up, genuinely surprised.

the thin fabric of his shirt far too distractingly. "They needed a

his sarcasm, and Alpha Gabriel smiled. "You should laugh more often… it suits you,"