Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 101: Something Happened

Olivia's POV

I took a taste of the chocolate and smiled. It was delicious—just the way I had imagined. This was my favorite, and I wondered how they had been able to find it. Taking another bite, I crossed my legs and stared at the gifts spread across my bed. I thought of their words, how they promised this had nothing to do with the full moon. A part of me wanted to believe them, but another part of me felt it was strange—so strange. These were men who had hated me for no reason, so why, all of a sudden, were they giving me gifts?

A knock landed on my door, and I straightened up, asking the person in.

The door pushed open, revealing the triplets' mother. She flashed me a warm smile before stepping in.

Respectfully, I stood to my feet and slightly lowered myself.

"You don't have to," she said in a friendly manner. "You are Luna… remember that." She sat on the couch opposite me.

I nodded and sank back onto the bed, wondering why she had come. She didn't speak immediately; instead, her eyes fell on the presents on the bed. A small smile curved over her lips.

"The Alphas got you these?" she asked.

I swallowed hard and nodded.

A bigger smile appeared on her face before she turned to look at me. "I knew they never stopped loving you," she said in a tone that sounded certain.

I furrowed my brow. They never stopped loving me? What was she even talking about? The triplets hated me. They hated me because I was tagged the daughter of a thief. When I needed them the most, they disappeared from my life and inflicted pain on me.

"Sorry, but I think you're wrong… the triplets never loved me," I said with a murmur. "If they loved me, they wouldn't have left me the moment I needed them. They wouldn't have cut ties with me because my father was tagged a thief, and I was demoted to an omega. If they had loved me, they wouldn't have gone after Anita—my best friend. Hell, if they had loved me, they wouldn't have fucked Anita right before me on our wedding night."

The warmth drained from her eyes, replaced by something more serious—like she had waited a long time to say this.

"I understand your anger, Olivia," she said gently. "But… are you sure you know everything that happened?"

blinked, my heart skipping. "What are you talking

know what exactly happened between you and my sons. They never told me… and trust me, I asked. But what I

do you

Her voice dropped. "Weeks. Each of them locked themselves in their rooms. No training, no meetings, no food unless I forced them to eat. They were—gone. Like their souls had left them. I've never seen anything like it. They wouldn't talk, not even to each other. All they did was sit in the darkness of their separate

ran down my

shifted out of control during one of his episodes.

was the one hurting. My father was arrested. I

her eyes. "I know what it looked like, Olivia. And I don't have all the answers. But the boys I raised—those boys loved you. I saw it

If they did, why would they do all that? Why

"But they refuse to

My voice rose in disbelief. "I

Olivia?" she asked, not accusingly, but with genuine confusion. "Why do they look like they're punishing themselves every day? Why do they train until they bleed, until they pass

Pain?

My head spun.

made sense anymore. I had spent all this time believing they had betrayed me… that they hated me. But now I was hearing a different

don't understand," I whispered, my eyes stinging

not asking you to forgive them," she said kindly. "I just want you to see that maybe… maybe there's more to this

away, unsure of

something I didn't

something I

the bed as I struggled to steady my breathing. Her words stirred something inside me—a memory, blurry and distant, clawing at the edges of

"I remember the day my father

sharpened,

little boxes, each wrapped differently. They

memory—the way they had looked at me that day, like I meant the world to them. That day, I wanted to confess

the boxes on my table and rushing downstairs. I wanted to