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?"

heart skipping. "What are you

together. "I don't know what exactly happened between you and my sons. They never told me… and trust me, I asked. But what I do know is that whatever it was, it

"What do

weeks, Olivia." 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

ran down

room," she continued, her voice trembling with the memory. "Levi nearly shifted out of control during one of his

shook my head, a lump forming in my throat. "I was the one hurting. My father was arrested. I was cast out and

in 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

hard. "They didn't love me. If they did, why would they

she admitted, sounding confused. "But they refuse to tell

voice rose

themselves every day?

Pain?

My head spun.

anymore. I had spent all this time believing they had betrayed me… that they hated me. But now I was hearing a different story, one filled with pain I didn't

I whispered, my eyes stinging

"I just want you to see that maybe… maybe there's more to this story than

looked away, unsure of

something I didn't

something I

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

I paused, blinking rapidly. "I remember the day my father was

gaze sharpened, clearly

see me," I continued slowly, my voice dropping to a whisper. "Each of them brought a gift. Three little boxes, each wrapped differently. They smiled and told me not to open them yet. Lennox said, 'Open it tonight, after the party. We want it to be a

way they had looked at me that day, like I meant the world to them. That day, I wanted to confess something to them, something I was scared of saying, but I decided

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