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.

across Gabriel’s face before he returned

utensil loudly onto her plate, making both Gabriel and I turn our attention to her. She glared at me before wheeling herself away. I watched her until she was

like there was something I need to know...

clearly caught off

need to worry about," he said softly, setting his fork down and giving me

looked at him, searching his face

mated to the triplets from the Full Moon Pack," he continued. "She’s not angry at you, Olivia. She’s worried for me. She thinks... they might come

a small shrug and added,

nodded slowly. "I

sibling. I would have felt the same if

still... something didn’t

down, I

my chest that had been bothering me since I got here. Something about yesterday’s conversation. The

he

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

smiled warmly, clearly relieved. But the worry

to attend to some 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

tightened painfully

reminded myself. That was your

love

I didn’t answer.

Because she was right.

bond, even after everything...

them before

first love, my first heartbreak,

the first ones who made me feel what it meant

To be protected.

To be seen.

To be adored.

love was. Real love. Messy, wild, painful—but

me, made me feel like I was the

was long

when I was still just a teenage girl with stars in

closed my eyes, a

didn’t realize when I finally drifted off to sleep. One minute I was lying on the

it—a soft voice, gentle but

"Wake up."

My eyes fluttered open.

And I froze.

edge of the

woman

who looked

hair. Same