Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 204: My Underwear

Olivia’s POV

"How are you feeling?" the healer asked gently, her voice soft as she checked my temperature. But I didn’t answer.

How could I? The physical pain was gone, but the ache in my chest—deep and raw—was louder than any scream.

Before she could say more, the door creaked open.

Alpha Damien stepped inside, his eyes unreadable.

"Everyone out," he commanded, his voice sharp.

Without hesitation, the healer, Nora, and Lolita all left, heads bowed. The door clicked shut behind them.

I turned to face him, wary and tense. My skin prickled. I could still recall the words he said before leaving a moment ago... the ones that didn’t make sense. He told me thank you for letting him use me for his revenge... what does that even mean?

Damien walked to the center of the room, calm, almost casual. Then, without a word, he reached into his coat pocket and tossed something onto the bed in front of me.

I stared at it—my heart stopping.

It was... underwear.

My underwear.

The very pair I hadn’t seen in days. The one I thought I’d lost in his home.

I slowly looked up at him, my mouth dry.

Damien smirked. "Don’t look so shocked. I don’t have any use for it anymore."

My stomach turned.

"What... what is this?" I asked hoarsely.

He tilted his head. "A reminder. Of how close I came. You see, Olivia... before we returned from my pack, I had my witch place a spell on you."

I blinked. "A spell?"

"A very special one," he said darkly. "A desire spell. Something subtle... something that would make your body respond to mine. Attraction, chemistry, desire—you wouldn’t even know it was there. You’d just... feel drawn to me."

My mouth went dry.

I shook my head, panic rising like

else did you feel drawn to me? Why did your heart race every time I entered the

hard enough to

my spell. My scent, my presence—it all pulled you in, made you want me against

I felt sick. Dirty.

the corners of my eyes, but

step back, shaking my head

was a fake, bitter

one thing from you, Olivia." His voice dropped to a deadly whisper. "To fuck you. To ruin you. To break what my nephews cherished the most... you. That was

I flinched in horror...

his head

confused,

softly, almost like regret—but his eyes stayed cruel. "I just didn’t need to go that far. Because in the end, I achieved

heart raced.

cruel and victorious. "I separated you from them. I shattered the

painfully in my

softly. "Not to touch you. Not really. Just to break you away from them. To take from them what they stole

felt

and tossed it toward the fireplace without looking. It landed in the

turned to the door but stopped and

He smirked. "Your father is alive. Out there. I don’t know

he turned and

knees hitting the ground with a soft thud. The truth twisted in

So it was true.

My father... was alive.

sob escaped my

this time... the man I mourned, cried for, begged the Moon Goddess to return—he wasn’t dead. He was out there. Breathing.

Why?

did everyone lie to

all people, be the one

my head slowly, trying to make sense of it all. But one thing echoed

you from

could they have done to

now...