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."

that reminded me so much of Levi. But I cursed myself and

kill

was a miracle they didn't get

I scoffed, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. "Then they can gladly take my place. Hell, I'll even gift-wrap

hated how my body reacted, goosebumps breaking out even though I

mean that," he said smoothly, his voice low

intended, but I didn't care. The words tasted bitter on

tilted his head, regarding me with a strange glint in his eyes, almost like he was trying to peel me open and read every raw,

said finally, voice dropping an octave, "being tied to

My throat tightened.

dare

forced a smile and looked

luxurious room before I moved them back to

asked, wanting to know his name at

without hesitation. I nodded, noting his sister's

is she? Your sister?" I asked, needing something—anything—to shift the heavy direction this conversation was heading

here. She traveled outside the pack a few

a loose strand of hair behind my ear just to have something to do with my hands.

I asked, feigning casual curiosity, even though I wasn't sure why I cared. Maybe I just needed more noise, more anything to drown out

back casually against the seat, crossing his

My eyebrows shot up, genuinely surprised. "That's…

distractingly. "They needed a break. 'Vacation,' or

Gabriel smiled. "You should laugh more often… it suits you," he