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.

shook my head, panic rising like bile in

stepping so close that the heat of his body licked at my skin. "Tell me, Olivia... why else did you feel drawn to me? Why

my lip hard

my spell. My scent, my presence—it all pulled you in,

I felt sick. Dirty.

my eyes,

step back, shaking my head slowly. "Why... why would you

but it was

whisper. "To fuck you. To ruin you. To

I flinched in horror...

head slightly, "I

confused, staring at

you that way... because you reminded me too much of someone I lost long ago," he said softly, almost like regret—but his eyes stayed cruel. "I just didn’t

heart raced.

I shattered the bond.

painfully in my

Not really. Just to break you away from them. To take from them what they

felt

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

door but stopped and faced

pawn in my revenge, I’ll give you this gift..." He smirked. "Your father is alive. Out there. I don’t know exactly where... but he’s alive. Somewhere. Good

that, he turned

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

So it was true.

My father... was alive.

sob escaped

for, begged the Moon Goddess to return—he wasn’t dead. He was out there. Breathing. Existing. And no one

Why?

everyone

people,

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

you

hatred? What could they have done to a man like Damien to

now...