Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 210: The Dream

Olivia’s POV

I was asked to come downstairs for lunch... it had only been a full twenty-four hours since I arrived here. So far, things had been okay, but I couldn’t help wondering about the hostility from Gabriel’s sister. It was obvious—I wasn’t welcome here. And I also couldn’t stop thinking about what Alpha Gabriel and his sister were discussing yesterday... or what Gabriel meant when he said she should give him some time.

I wanted to brush it off—maybe it was just their personal family issues—but for some strange reason, I couldn’t let it go.

As I reached the dining table, I noticed Gabriel hadn’t arrived yet, but Abigail was already seated. The air was thick, heavy with tension as I quietly pulled out a chair.

"Hi," I greeted, forcing my voice to sound friendly.

She didn’t respond. Not even a glance.

I sat across from her and stared openly. If she had a problem, then she needed to spit it out already. I kept looking at her, refusing to look away, until I finally asked, "Do you have a problem with me?"

Abigail let out a short, bitter scoff. Her eyes were cold as she looked at me.

"You have no idea how much I dislike you," she said flatly.

I blinked, but kept my voice steady. "Is it because you know about me?"

She didn’t answer, but I kept going.

"You know I was once... mated to the Alphas of the Full Moon Pack," I said softly. "And maybe that’s why you don’t want me here. Maybe you don’t want someone like me near your brother."

Her lips parted, like she wanted to say something, but before she could speak—Gabriel walked in.

He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to.

He looked straight at his sister with a hard glare. One that clearly said, Don’t say another word.

Abigail immediately closed her mouth and turned her eyes away.

The tension in the room became thick and heavy. Gabriel walked toward the head of the table and sat down calmly, but the sharpness in his gaze hadn’t faded.

I glanced between them, knowing I was right. Something was off. Something awkward hung between us all... and it had everything to do with me.

We ate in tense silence, the clinking of cutlery the only sound. My stomach twisted with every bite I forced down. Abigail refused to look at either of us. Gabriel didn’t stop glancing her way.

Then, finally, he turned to me.

"There’s a festival tonight," he said. "Ten of our warriors are passing out. We’re holding a celebration in their honor."

He paused, and his gaze softened.

"Will you be my date for the evening?

I smiled gently and nodded. "I’d be honored to," I replied.

big smile spread across Gabriel’s face before he returned to his

and I turn our attention to her. She glared at me before wheeling herself away. I watched

I asked. Deep down I felt like there was something I need to know... something Gabriel was keeping

clearly caught off guard

setting his fork down and

looked at him, searching his face

he continued. "She’s not angry at you, Olivia. She’s worried for me. She thinks... they might come after me. That they’ll see this as a

shrug and added, "She’s just

slowly.

A protective sibling. I would

still... something

down, I felt

got here. Something about yesterday’s conversation. The look on Abigail’s face.

he

small smile and lowered my eyes back to my plate. "Okay," I

clearly relieved. But the

duties while I went back to my room. Feeling bored, I lay on the bed and my thoughts drifted to the triplets. I thought of what they might be doing now... have they marked

tightened painfully

anymore, I reminded myself. That was

love them," she whispered. "Even without

I didn’t answer.

Because she was right.

pull of the bond, even after

before

were my first everything—my first love, my first heartbreak,

were the first ones who made me feel what it meant to be

To be protected.

To be seen.

To be adored.

love was.

made me feel like I was the only girl in

was

just a teenage girl with stars in her eyes, believing that love was

my eyes, a tear slipping down

off to sleep. One minute I was lying on the bed, lost in thoughts

I heard it—a soft voice, gentle but

"Wake up."

My eyes fluttered open.

And I froze.

at the edge of

woman

who looked exactly like

hair. Same eyes. Same