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.

we stepped outside, the courtyard had been transformed. Golden lights were strung from tree to tree, glowing softly like fallen stars. Tables were covered with food and drink. Warriors stood proudly near a raised platform while

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

voice

a smile and

where everyone could see us. The moment we stepped up, a cheer broke out—warriors howled in

proudly. "And I’m especially

were murmurs around us. Some of awe. Some of suspicion. I could feel their eyes on me, studying

looked into my eyes as

"Shall we?"

this time, music started to play.

I hesitated.

again in my mind. Still, I placed my hand in

He moved effortlessly, his hand on my waist, guiding me like we had done this a hundred

seem distant," he said quietly,

again, even though

tightened ever

you... you can tell me,"

I almost told him about the dream. About the strange woman. About the

But I stopped myself.

part of me still wasn’t

instead. "But I’m okay.

though I could see he didn’t believe

Abigail in the distance—seated in her wheelchair, watching us with a dagger-like glare. Not able to stand

the passing-out ceremony of the warriors, after which the celebration took full swing. Pack members merry and jubilant, and

my pack. 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 friendly wave... some even made friendly conversation, but I also noticed some stared at

wanted to believe that maybe, just like Abigail, they didn’t want me with their Alpha, But something told me it

than the others. He didn’t smile. Instead, he stared... like he

as he passed by, I

turned toward him. "Excuse me, sir?" I asked

more directly. "You look so much like her," he

a