Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 211: Look Like Her

Olivia’s POV

Dalia and Miren walked into my room, carrying a dress on a hanger and a box of shoes in their hands.

"Alpha Gabriel said we should help you get dressed in this," Dalia muttered.

I swallowed hard, staring at the beautifully embroidered dress they held. It was stunning—fit for a queen. Maybe I should’ve felt excited, but I wasn’t. The dream I had a few minutes ago still lingered in my mind. I didn’t know who that lady was or why her words were still echoing in my head.

What did she mean when she said I would be punished? Was this some sort of game? And why was she able to speak to me through my dreams too?

At first, when she appeared on the rooftop, I convinced myself it was one of the triplets’ tricks. But now... now I wasn’t so sure. There was something about her—something I couldn’t explain.

"Are you okay?" Dalia asked gently, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Yes," I lied. I was far from fine.

Dalia and Miren exchanged suspicious glances but said nothing more. Instead, Miren stepped forward.

"Can we start dressing you? The party is about to begin."

I nodded and rose to my feet, standing numbly as they helped me into the gown. In that moment, I missed Nora and Lolita deeply. If they were here, I could have confided in them about my worries. But now, I was left alone with my thoughts.

I sat before the dressing table as they applied makeup to my face. Miren and Dalia worked quickly, and soon I was ready. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror but couldn’t summon a smile.

Yes, I looked beautiful, like a queen, but I felt hollow inside—the dream remained stuck in my head.

"It’s time to escort you to the party," Miren said.

I stood up slowly and looked down at the dress. It felt heavy—not just because of the fabric, but because of how I was feeling inside. I stared at the girl in the mirror. She looked beautiful... like a queen. But she didn’t feel like me.

Miren and Dalia led me down the hallway in silence. I could feel their curious glances, but thankfully, they didn’t ask questions. The deeper we went into the pack house, the louder the sounds of celebration became—music, laughter, clinking glasses, and the faint rhythm of drums.

But none of it reached me.

softly like fallen stars. Tables were

the center of it all, dressed in a regal black suit with golden accents. He looked... breathtaking.

voice low.

a smile and took

could see us. The moment we stepped up, a cheer broke out—warriors howled in respect, and others clapped as Gabriel raised a glass in

proudly. "And I’m especially honored to share this night with

were murmurs around us. Some of awe. Some of suspicion. I could

into my eyes as if I was the only

"Shall we?"

his hand again, and this time, music started to play. A soft, romantic

I hesitated.

in my mind. Still, I

dance, slow and romantic. He moved effortlessly, his hand on

quietly, his

just tired," I lied again, even though we both

ever so slightly

you can tell me," he

gaze. And for a second, I almost did. I almost told him about

But I stopped myself.

a part of me still wasn’t

instead. "But I’m

nodded slowly, though I could see he didn’t

we danced, I glanced around and caught sight of Abigail in the distance—seated in her wheelchair, watching us with a dagger-like glare. Not able to stand her glare, I looked away and focused on Gabriel in front of

while Gabriel performed the passing-out ceremony of the warriors, after which the celebration took full swing. Pack members merry and jubilant, and as for me,

And deep down, I could feel I wasn’t welcome here—not just because of Abigail. Although some pack members smiled at me, some gave a

didn’t want me with their Alpha, But something told me it was

lingering a bit longer than the others. He didn’t smile. Instead, he

gave him a small nod, trying to be polite. But just as he passed by, I heard him murmur under his breath, "She looks just

toward him.

paused and looked at me again, this time more directly. "You look so much like

feeling a chill run down