Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 174: It Should Have Been Me

Olivia’s POV

I burst into the room—and froze.

Lying unconscious on Lennox’s bed were the triplets. Three of them. Lifeless. Pale. Surrounded by healers working frantically, their brows furrowed in concentration.

My heart stopped.

The moment my presence was noticed, everyone turned to look at me except the healers, who were focused on the triplets.

Lady Fiona was the first to move. Her eyes were already wet with tears. She looked at me like I had stabbed her in the heart.

"What have you done?" she whispered, her voice shaking with grief and disbelief. She didn’t need to ask. Her tone said she already knew.

I opened my mouth to speak, to defend myself—but nothing came out. So I shut it again, swallowing the lump in my throat.

Sir Damon said nothing. He Just stared at me blankly, then turned his eyes back to his sons, his face etched with worry.

And then there was Alpha Damien.

His eyes were wild. Furious. Like a storm trapped behind them. He marched toward me, and before I could even react, he grabbed my wrist.

"Wait—Alpha Damien—" I started, but he wasn’t listening.

He dragged me out of the room with so much force I nearly stumbled. I wanted to resist, to pull away—but something told me not to. Something told me this wasn’t the time to fight him.

His rage was suffocating, burning off him in waves. He didn’t speak until we reached his room. He shoved the door open, yanked me inside, and slammed it shut behind us.

Then he turned—and suddenly pushed me against the wall.

My back hit the cold surface with a thud, and I gasped. I tried to sidestep him, but he caged me in—his arms braced on either side of my head, his body too close.

Our eyes locked, and I could see the rage in his eyes.

He leaned in suddenly, his nose brushing against my neck as he sniffed me.

His whole body stiffened.

The anger in his gaze darkened.

asked, his

lifting my chin, refusing to flinch under his gaze. "None of

head, making me jump. "Of course it’s my

game, Olivia! We have a plan—a strategy! You and I—how the hell do you expect the others to believe in us if you go around fucking someone

snapped, my voice sharper than I

him?" His lips curled, his eyes narrowing. "But you made out with him, didn’t you? I can smell him on you. His wolf

none of your business!" I shot back, shoving against his chest. He didn’t

what this is about?" he snarled. "You want your payback—for what the triplets did. For all the pain. I get it, Olivia. I do. But if you’re going

stared at

supposed to touch

frown deepened. "What are you

said what I said!" He

something else in his voice now. Jealousy, maybe. Or maybe

I get to touch

heat rising under my

that," he growled, his

fists clenched at his sides. For a moment, he looked like he was struggling, fighting something inside

thing stopping me," he said, hoarsely. "That’s the only thing keeping me from turning you around right now and

I froze.

but no

clenched, and he stepped in

saw you

out a bitter

sold my entire fortune, my title, everything I own, if that was what it took to have

stunned. My throat was dry, my heart pounding like a

you’re playing some smart little game? You have no idea what

opened my mouth to speak, but

know what you look like? How you walk? How you smell?" His gaze swept over me like a wildfire. "You drive me insane. And today—coming back

tried to look away, but he caught my chin gently, forcing me to meet

for argument. "Until this is over—until we are done playing this

my chest

he said, turning away from

I didn’t move.

said get out,

turned, walked to the door, and opened it. My hand trembled on the handle as I pushed