Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 121: My Plan

Olivia's POV

The moment the door shut, I paused and used my heightened hearing to make sure no one was eavesdropping. I even sniffed the air to be sure no one was around before bursting into laughter. Oh my goodness, I was damn good! So good that I never knew I could put on such a display! The trembling of my hands… the fear in the triplets' eyes… the things I scattered around and how I acted with Gabriel—it was all perfect.

Just thinking about Gabriel's performance almost made me laugh again. He sounded so confused, poor Alpha. He had no idea he was being played like a perfectly tuned violin.

A soft knock tapped on the door in a pattern only two people knew.

I smirked. "Enter."

The door creaked open, and two ladies walked in—Nora and Lolita, my two loyal handmaids and the only ones in this cursed place who knew the truth. Nora balanced a tray with steaming food—roasted lamb, seasoned vegetables, and fresh bread—while Lolita carried a jug of fruit-infused water and a goblet, as if we were about to toast to my latest performance.

"You should've seen yourself, Luna," Lolita whispered, barely suppressing a giggle as she set the goblet down. "The way your voice cracked when you said, 'I want to go home!'"

Nora snorted. "I almost started crying just to give it more effect. You're scary when you act like that."

I flopped onto the bed, dramatically throwing one arm over my face. "Ugh, I'm exhausted from all the fake trembling. My hands were actually starting to cramp. Do you think I overdid it?"

"Not even close," Nora said as she placed the food on the table and began uncovering the dishes. "You were brilliant. If I didn't know better if you hadn't told us, I'd say you really had a memory reset."

Lolita sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes gleaming. "They totally believed you. You've got the Alphas wrapped around your finger, Luna Olivia."

"Perfect," I muttered, sitting up to grab a slice of bread. "Let them all believe I'm sick, scared, traumatized. The more they believe me, the more I'm able to achieve my plans."

Nora turned to me with curiosity. "Luna, what are your plans?"

leave this place," I

doubtful looks on their faces. "I don't think the Alphas will let you leave," Lolita said. And I knew she was right. It would be hard for them to let me go, and that's why I have to level up my game. My plan was

Cry. Scream. Beg them to let me go to Gabriel,"

going to pretend like you're in love

pretend," I said with a grin. "I'm going to live it. Every time one of those triplet Alphas comes near me, I'll panic. I'll scream his name in my sleep. I'll tell them they're keeping me away from my fated mate. I'll fight them like a wild animal if I

chuckled nervously. "That sounds…

stuck on Gabriel. That they're making things worse by keeping me here. Maybe even

of another plan and smiled. "I will pretend to fall

try to heal you instead?

I'll make it worse," I said firmly. "More breakdowns. More screaming fits. I'll make them believe I'm traumatized

staring at the ceiling. It was not easy, but I knew I would have to achieve it. Once they let me go to Gabriel, I could travel

remembered my father. I haven't even started on his case yet, and I have to clear his name. I have to prove to the whole pack that Anita's father framed

to Nora and Lolita. "I need your help," I said softly, listening for any movement outside my door, but it was clear. "I

were silent for a moment before Lolita nodded. "My

smiled. "Good. Connect me with him. We'll talk on the phone, and I'll give him all the details he needs

"Sure, Luna."

and froze. Jasmine, amber, and a hint of lilac—unmistakably her.

up from the bed and hissed, "Everyone, act…

Lolita instantly sprang into position like clockwork. Nora dashed toward the food tray, pretending to adjust it, while Lolita helped me sit up straighter on the bed, brushing imaginary strands of hair away from my face like a concerned attendant. My expression shifted into one of confusion and tiredness, and I

knock echoed at the door. I

me instantly,

taking a cautious step

"I'm sorry… do I know

second. "I'm… I'm

lacing my voice. "Why is she here? I don't know her. Please don't let