Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 165: At The Table

Olivia’s POV

It was time for breakfast, and as much as I wanted to stay in bed, I knew attending was mandatory.

So, to put on an appearance, I asked Nora and Lolita to help me dress in one of my best outfits—a black embroidered fitted gown. My dyed-blonde hair was pulled into a neat bun so my earrings and the accessories around my neck would be clearly visible.

Once dressed, I took a deep breath and headed out with them.

The walk to the dining hall felt long, although it really wasn’t. Every step was heavy, as if the walls whispered memories of all I had endured within them. But I kept my chin up.

The guards bowed respectfully as we approached. I ignored them and walked in.

As expected, the triplets were already seated.

The moment I entered, all three of them turned to look at me.

Silence fell across the room.

I kept my face blank, refusing to show any emotion. Not anger. Not pain. Nothing. They didn’t deserve to know what I felt.

"Good morning," Alpha Lennox said first.

I gave a slight nod. "Morning."

Alpha Levi and Alpha Louis watched me, their eyes searching for any sign of softness. But I shot them a glare and looked away.

I walked to the far end of the table and sat down.

Lady Fiona was already seated too, and when our eyes met, she quickly looked away.

Good.

Servants began placing plates in front of us, filling the table with food I had no appetite for.

Just then, Alpha Damien made his way to the table and sat right beside me. I felt awkward and swallowed hard, but he remained calm. Unexpectedly, he leaned into the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply, then groaned.

"Fuck! You smell so good."

My lips parted in shock as I turned to give him a look, but he only smirked and focused on the plate before him. Feeling piercing gazes on me, I looked around the table—and the first pair of eyes I met were Levi’s. His cool, sea-blue gaze was locked on mine, sharp and full of anger. But there was a flicker of something else—jealousy? Regret? I couldn’t tell, and frankly, I didn’t care. I knew Lennox and Louis were watching too, but I didn’t care.

the fury and tension now settling across the table like a heavy storm cloud. I hadn’t asked for this drama, and I wasn’t going

Alpha Damien wasn’t

his plate and turned to me

he was about to

like it was some kind

react, a low, angry growl

"If you’re trying to act romantic to your own nephew’s wife, maybe learn something

table went quiet. Dead

eyebrow and slowly pulled the sausage back. "You’re right," he said lightly. "After all, she will be having

at Damien, his eyes full of fury. His jaw was clenched so tightly, it looked like he was holding back

suddenly become the prize in a fight I didn’t ask to

was causing, scooped up a spoonful of mashed cheese from his plate and turned to me again

you eat this,"

in the room, he raised the spoon

blinked, confused for a moment. Was he really trying to feed

or say a word, the sound

fist against the table, making plates rattle and

voice sharp and laced with rage. His eyes were blazing,

the servants halted

jaw but said nothing. Levi’s eyes never left

been silent all this while, slowly stood up from his end of the table. He didn’t yell or slam the

came out calm. "Alpha Lennox,

chest heaved. His fists were still clenched, but he obeyed, dragging

settled in the council," Sir Damon said, his voice loud enough

the council? What

towards Damien, who noticed the

me again. His voice was low, meant for me alone. "They didn’t tell

shook my head. "Tell

as he looked towards the triplets, then back at me. "In a

My frown deepened.

"What do you mean?"

the council. From what I gathered, they accused me of wanting to snatch their mate

glass of juice, and gulped

said—not in

and darted my eyes toward the triplets,