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

is from Alpha Lennox," she said softly, pulling out a velvet-lined case filled with stunning jewelry. Diamonds,

said… 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 were trying to

at the presents. But part of me… part of me still remembered the way it used to feel when they

why were

sneaking off to

here they were… sending

I felt something wasn't right. These men hate me, so why are they sending

who seemed

I felt my stomach twist into

This was too surprising.

Something was definitely wrong.

turned to the girls, who were still

crossing my arms. "Don't you think something's

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

apron. "We, um, think it's because of the

a whisper, as if she was sharing a great secret. "You know, during the full moon week, males

heart skipped a beat. Full moon? My mind raced, calculating

full moon was happening in

just about pretty lights in the sky—they were dangerous times,

we went into heat. Our bodies craved the touch of our mates with an intensity that could drive us

some females went as far as sleeping with other males just to calm the

big frown etched on

Now it made sense.

weren't

nice—because they wanted me

didn't want to risk me turning

Anger boiled inside me.

could they

to trick me like this—just

making