Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 142: Refusing

Chapter 142: Refusing

Olivia's POV

I scoffed. What does Anita take me for, a fool? She thinks I've lost my memory, so I don't remember the kind of shitty person that she is? She really thinks I'll believe her? Heaven knows what she's planning, but whatever it is, it's never going to work.

"I don't know you, so why should I trust you?" I said, still pretending like I was suffering from memory loss.

Anita frowned and folded her arms. "You don't have to know me, Olivia… I'm a woman like you, and I know you'll go into heat tomorrow night, so this is me trying to reunite you with your husband," she said, sounding in a convincing tone.

What a terrible actress she was.

"I don't need your help. Gabriel said he's coming to pick me up, so I'll wait for him," I said and turned to walk away, but Anita grabbed my arm, forcing me to stop and look at her. My frown deepened—my patience was wearing thin.

"Alpha Gabriel isn't coming, Olivia. The triplets are keeping you here as a captive," she said.

I yanked my arm out of her grip.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I snapped, my voice sharper than I meant it to be—but I didn't care. Her touch made my skin crawl.

Anita didn't flinch. She only softened her expression, eyes wide with fake concern, like she was trying to sell me some twisted version of compassion. She took a slow step closer.

"I know this is hard to accept," she said in a low, urgent voice. "But you're not safe here, Olivia. You think those triplets care about you? No! They kidnapped you, Olivia… they're obsessed with you and kidnapped you… you have to leave."

I stared at her, my frown deepening. This bitch is a fucking liar.

She didn't stop.

"They're using you. They know you're vulnerable, they know you don't remember anything, and they're using that to keep you here like some pet. Gabriel isn't coming. He was never coming. They threatened him… I heard them telling him not to come for you, or they'll kill him."

I said nothing.

"I'm the only one actually trying to help you," she whispered. "If you stay here, they'll destroy you."

She leaned in just a little, lowering her voice even more. "They want your body. And when they're done with you, they'll throw you away."

I stared at her for a long second and let silence hang in the air. My fists clenched at my sides. Anita got worse by the day.

Then I slowly smiled.

A cold, tight-lipped smile.

"Thanks for the warning," I said. "But I'll take my chances."

Her frown deepened.

"You can go now, Anita," I said, stepping back. "I don't need your help. I don't trust you, and I don't like you."

blinked, looking caught off

the Alphas what you're trying to do," I threatened. And

on the bed. Joke's on her for thinking I'd actually trust

my door, and by the smell, I knew it was Levi. I frowned, wondering why he was

said as I

in, shut the door, and took one look at me before running a

and Lennox?" he asked, his voice tight with worry. "After you left his room, he looked… furious,

to share—certainly not with Levi. Not yet. Besides, I knew

as evenly as I could, folding

stared at me with anger like

why he's upset. I don't have time

then he stopped. Frustration

he will come get you soon…"

replied, turning away to make

stepped back, pulling the door closed behind him. The moment the latch clicked, I exhaled shakily and stood

window and thought of my problem. How do I go into heat here? Going into heat here would be a disaster for me—I won't be able to resist them. I thought of my plans with Gabriel, and I was worried whether they would work. The triplets I know won't let Gabriel take me, especially knowing I'll be in heat. So what do I do? Should

wolf scoffed. "Of course you know you

and closed my eyes. The moon wasn't even full yet, but

those scents would be ten times stronger. So would the

I need a plan.

the triplets blocked him at the

I kidding? When the heat truly hit, a steel door wouldn't hold me if they were on

almost pitying growl. "You

I can't afford to lose control. I can't give my virginity to men who

had to take a walk. Maybe a stroll around the back

corridor, I spotted Cynthia—Anita's favorite maid. She was one of

heading in the opposite direction, arms full of linens. She saw me,

Typical attitude of her.

knew her name, but calling her that would seem suspicious since I was still pretending

slow. Didn't

in my chest. "Maid!" I

full of hate. "Yes, Omega?" The word dripped with the same contempt she'd used on

I'm a Luna. When you pass me,

short, mocking laugh. "Luna? Everyone knows you're

Smack.

her cheek before my mind caught up. The sound

every time she spat at

me in the dining hall—how the whole room

Smack.

my mother a thief's

Smack.

the cruel mockery and the hurtful words she spat at me