Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 97: Gifts

Olivia's POV

It had been a day since I returned from the Shadow Pack, and I hadn't left my room.

Not that the triplets had grounded me—no, it was simply that I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to see their faces.

I wished they would just accept my rejection, be with Anita, and let me move on with my life. But no. They were like predators, and I was their prey. I knew they were never going to let me go.

Sighing heavily, I pulled away the blanket. Lately, something had felt… off. There was a strange sensation inside me, something I couldn't quite explain, but deep down, I knew something wasn't right.

Dragging myself from the bed, I crossed the room and pushed the curtains aside. I opened the windows and inhaled the fresh morning breeze. My gaze swept over the pack—the towering trees, the distant forest—and a heavy sigh slipped from my lips.

I used to adore this place. It had once been my home. But now? Now, all I wanted was to forget everything and leave this place behind.

Start a new life…

There was so much outside these walls. So many people—good people—who wouldn't see me as the daughter of a thief, who wouldn't hate me the way the triplets did. Men like Alpha Gabriel.

I knew it was too soon to think that way, but Alpha Gabriel seemed like a good man. And the way he looked at me… it reminded me of how the triplets used to look at me once, years ago.

I wished I could see him again.

But I knew that wouldn't happen anytime soon.

The triplets would never let me leave this mansion alone ever again.

A soft knock echoed against my door, pulling me from my thoughts. I already knew who it was—Lolita and Nora, my personal maids. I straightened up and called out quietly, "Come in."

The door creaked open and the two girls stepped inside. But instead of the usual tray of food or fresh linens, they were both carrying armfuls of surprises. Boxes wrapped with golden ribbons, hangers filled with stunning dresses and glittering shoes, and a large bouquet of white roses—my favorite. My brows knitted in confusion.

"What's going on?" I asked, stepping forward slowly.

Lolita smiled shyly. "The Alphas sent these… each of them," she said, setting down the clothes on the velvet chaise.

Nora nodded and placed the roses gently on my dresser, beside the unopened chocolates. "These are from Alpha Louis. He said he remembered that white roses and dark chocolate are your favorite."

So he

stunning jewelry. Diamonds, pearls, and emeralds glistened in the morning light. "He said you

well, he didn't say much. Just

heart. They hurt me… broke me. And now? Now they were sending gifts like I was some princess they

of me still remembered the

were they

me—for sneaking off to

they

gifts that would make any woman's heart melt but not mine… I felt something wasn't right. These men hate me, so why are

Nora, who seemed even more

I felt my

This was too surprising.

Something was definitely wrong.

to the girls, who were still smiling like

slowly, crossing my

exchanged quick, guilty glances, and to my shock, both

hem of her apron.

voice dropping to a whisper, as if she was sharing a great secret.

heart skipped a beat. Full moon? My mind raced, calculating quickly—and realization

was happening in a

weren't just about pretty lights in the sky—they were dangerous times, especially for marked females

craved the touch of our

around to satisfy us… it was said some females went as far as sleeping with other males just

etched

Now it made sense.

weren't being

pretending—playing nice—because they wanted me to let them touch

want to risk me turning to

Anger boiled inside me.

could they

trick me like this—just because the

around sharply, making Lolita and Nora