Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 168: Bet

Olivia’s POV

"Remember, put on your best performance. The goal isn’t just to make them jealous—but to make them feel the pain you once felt. Alright?" Alpha Damien whispered in my ear the moment we stepped onto the combat ground.

His breath was warm against my skin, and his words stirred something sharp and cold in my chest. I gave him a single nod, my expression unreadable.

My heart pounded as I stepped into the open, the scent of sweat, steel, and earth wrapping around me like a cloak. I knew the moment I walked in, they noticed.

Their eyes burned into me—Louis, Lennox, and Levi. I could feel their gazes from across the field, thick with tension, confusion, and possession.

My wolf stirred inside me. "If looks could kill, Alpha Damien would be dead by now," she scoffed.

But I didn’t look at them.

Instead, I turned my attention forward, pretending I didn’t see the way some warriors around the field went still. Their eyes followed me too, watching, whispering among themselves. I could guess their thoughts.

Why is our Luna with Alpha Damien? Why is she training with her husbands’ uncle?

But I didn’t care... I’ve stopped caring what anyone thinks.

Damien walked ahead and picked up one of the steel swords from the rack. He swung it once with smooth precision, then offered it to me with a smirk playing on his lips. "Let’s see what you’ve got, firefly."

He wasn’t just training me.

He was flirting.

His gaze lingered a bit too long. His tone was low and teasing, dripping with the kind of familiarity that begged for attention. He reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and I didn’t flinch.

I let him.

Because I knew the triplets were watching—and it was killing them.

I took the sword and stepped into stance, mirroring Damien’s movements with ease. We began to spar—light at first, just movements, parries, footwork. But it was enough. Enough to drive the knife deeper into the hearts of the ones who once threw mine away.

"Your form is better than I thought," Damien teased, stepping in close, close enough that our swords clashed and our bodies almost touched.

That’s when I heard the sudden shift in the air.

scraping against

voice cutting through the

Lennox said, striding forward, his jaw clenched

I didn’t turn.

Not yet.

us thickening. He chuckled under his breath, not looking

looked over my shoulder—slowly—and met

His anger was unmistakable.

But I?

I just smiled.

realize he has also done it... just like what Levi did, he has done it... he

but I didn’t let it show. I forced a frown and glared at him instead. I wouldn’t let him see

even glance my way. His entire focus was

we spar... for old times’ sake?" he

then—this wasn’t

This was personal.

smile as he took a step forward. "You want to fight me, pup?" he asked, spinning the sword lightly in one hand. "Alright then... but let’s make it

slightly, his eyes flicking to me for a brief

I win," Damien said, raising a brow, "you’ll let Olivia slap you as many times

he didn’t flinch. Not even a

win?"

from Olivia. No training. No talking. No touching.

The air went still.

the warriors nearby stopped what they were

firmly, stepping forward and

for the briefest moment. His gaze flickered,

turned to Damien and readied

quickly, making room as the

Swords drawn.

Eyes locked.

was heavy—like the whole world

And then they moved.

fierce. His sword clashed with Damien’s, the sound ringing through the combat ground like thunder. The power behind Lennox’s strikes was wild, fueled

like he had something to prove.