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.

was he?" he asked, his voice low but filled with

chin, refusing to flinch under

hand into the wall beside my head, making me

a game, Olivia! We have a plan—a strategy! You and I—how the hell do you expect the others to believe

anyone," I snapped, my voice

made out with him, didn’t you? I

business!" I shot back,

want your payback—for what the triplets did. For all the pain. I get it, Olivia. I do. But if you’re going to get even, it has to be

stared at him,

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

frown deepened. "What are you

said!" He

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

I get to touch you!"

under my skin.

that," he growled, his

fast, his breath heavy, his fists clenched at his sides. For

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

I froze.

but no sound

and

His voice trembled slightly, not with weakness, but restraint. "The moment I saw you standing at that auction, I

let out

fortune, my title, everything I own, if that was what

at him, stunned. My throat was dry, my

me, Olivia," he growled. "You think you’re playing some smart little game? You have

speak, but

How you walk? How you smell?" His gaze swept

look away, but he caught my chin gently, forcing

His voice was low but sharp, no room for argument. "Until this is over—until we are done playing this

my body tense, my

he said, turning

I didn’t move.

said get out,

only for a second, then turned, walked to the door, and opened it. My hand trembled on the handle as