Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 212: Something Is Wrong

Olivia’s POV

I sat on my bed, unable to stop thinking about everything that had happened.

Why did Alpha Gabriel lie to me? Why say his parents were away when his mother has been dead since he was a teenager?

I frowned at the thought. What about his father? Was he dead too?

"Good night, Lady Olivia," Miren said softly, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I turned to her quickly. Curiosity burned inside me.

"Is Alpha Gabriel’s father still alive?" I asked.

Both girls froze. They exchanged a tense glance, and right then, I knew something was wrong.

I stood up, my heart starting to beat faster, and walked closer to them.

"Please," I said, my voice almost shaking, "is there something I should know?"

Miren, who looked around my age, hesitated before finally speaking.

"There’s nothing you need to worry about... it’s just... we servants aren’t allowed to talk about it."

"You aren’t allowed to talk about it?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "About Alpha Gabriel’s parents?"

They both lowered their heads, and for a second, I thought they wouldn’t say anything more.

But then Dalia whispered under her breath,

"Alpha Gabriel’s father... is in this mansion."

My eyes widened. "He’s here? Then... why haven’t I seen him? Why doesn’t he ever come out?"

They both looked uneasy. Miren took a deep breath and finally answered,

"Because he doesn’t move. He doesn’t talk. He just... lies in his room, like a vegetable."

My lips parted in shock.

"A vegetable...?"

Dalia nodded slowly.

few trusted people take care of him. He hasn’t

arms. I didn’t understand

to me about his parents? Why

Miren whispered, glancing toward the door as if someone might walk in. "Act like you don’t

quietly. "I won’t say anything, I

They both looked relieved.

Lady Olivia," Dalia added softly before they both left

frozen in place. Gabriel had lied to me. Why? Why tell me his parents were away on

staring at the ceiling, but there was no peace in me. My thoughts were racing, my chest

right," my

I replied silently. Gabriel... he seems perfect. Too perfect. But now I’m starting to wonder... what is he

it wasn’t deep or restful. I woke up

when I opened it, there was nothing inside—no

hall. The house was dimly lit and silent. I made my way down to the kitchen, careful not

I reached the corner, I froze. Voices. I stopped in my tracks and pressed my back to the wall.

Gabriel, when are you going to do it?" she muttered, her tone sharp. "Are you going soft now, having

skipped a beat. What was she talking about? Then I heard Gabriel respond, his

I said give me

caught. Suddenly, I felt a change in the air—a shift. My scent must

out into the

surged through me, and I quickly stepped out

calm. "I was just thirsty... I came

moment. His face was unreadable. Abigail said nothing,

slightly, but I could

get

walked past me toward the kitchen counter, my heart thudded hard in my chest. Something isn’t right. And now...

a moment, watching Gabriel pour the water in silence. My throat was

"Gabriel?" I said softly.

turned to me, glass in

"Yes?"

I... can I have a word with you?" I asked,

but then he

"Sure."