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.

his voice low but filled

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

beside my head, making me jump. "Of course it’s my fucking concern!"

strategy! You and I—how the hell do you expect the others to believe

I snapped, my voice sharper

out with him, didn’t you? I can smell him on

I shot back, shoving against his chest.

For all the pain.

stared at him,

raw and ragged. "If anyone was supposed to touch you, then it has to

frown deepened. "What

I said!"

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

get to touch you!"

trying to ignore the heat rising under my skin. "That’s insane. I’m

that," he growled,

his breath heavy, his fists clenched at his sides. For a moment, he looked like he

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

I froze.

parted, but no

jaw clenched, and

not with weakness, but restraint. "The moment I saw you standing at that auction, I thought you were the most beautiful, most goddamn sexy woman I’d ever laid eyes

out

everything I own, if that was what it took to

stunned. My throat was dry, my

me, Olivia," he growled. "You think you’re playing some smart little game? You have no idea what

to speak,

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

away, but he caught my chin gently,

sharp, no room for argument. "Until this is over—until we are

swallowed hard, my body tense, my chest tight

said, turning away

I didn’t move.

get

My hand trembled on the handle as I pushed it open and walked out, shutting the