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.

my fork, ignoring 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 to feed

of course, Alpha Damien wasn’t

from his plate and

holding it out like he was about to

towards my mouth like

or react, a low, angry growl cut through

voice echoing in the hall. "If you’re trying to

went

lightly. "After all, she will be having my

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

the

spoonful of mashed cheese from his plate and turned to

you eat this,"

as if we were alone in the room, he raised the spoon towards

he really trying to feed

react or say a word, the

his fist against the table, making

sharp and laced with rage. His eyes were

Even the servants halted

jaw but said

slowly stood up from his

came out

were still clenched, but he obeyed, dragging his chair back roughly before

Sir Damon said, his voice loud enough

them, my confusion growing. Settled in the council? What was being settled?

turned slightly towards Damien, who noticed the confused look on my

replaced by a calmer expression as he leaned towards me again. His voice was low, meant

head. "Tell

he looked towards the triplets, then back at me. "In a week, the council is

My frown deepened.

"What do you mean?"

me of wanting to snatch their mate and wife, so the first hearing is next

swallowed hard, picked up a glass of

choke on it," Alpha Damien said—not in a teasing tone, but in a concerned

set the glass down and darted my eyes toward the triplets, who were now glaring daggers at