Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 226: New Identity

Olivia POV

We arrived at Alpha Damien’s mansion, and he showed me a room. When I got in, I moved my gaze around the room. It was well-finished... a big bed... a dresser... a closet... the room was screaming luxury. I swallowed hard and turned to Alpha Damien, who was casually leaning against the door.

"Here," he spoke, bringing out a fancy gold bracelet. "This is to subdue your wolf and scent." he said, stepping closer.

When he got to where I stood, He held out his hand, silently asking for my wrist, which I hesitated for a moment, but I did, and he unclasped the bracelet around my wrist.

The moment the cold metal touched my skin, I felt a surge of strange energy. It was even stronger than the choker around my neck. Then he stepped behind me, and I felt the soft prick of a pin as he unlocked the choker.

The moment the choker was unlocked and taken off, I massaged my neck and breathed heavily. I tried to reach out to my wolf, but it was useless because the bracelet was now doing the work of the choker... even better.

Damien stepped in front of me, then he brought out a small bottle filled with a glowing purple liquid. It looked like magic.

"Drink this," he said, handing it to me.

I frowned and stepped back a little. "What is it?"

"It’s for your voice," he replied. "Right now, your voice still sounds too much like you. Someone might recognize it. This potion will change your voice—make it fit your new identity. Trust me."

I stared at the bottle in my hand, heart pounding. I didn’t want to drink it. I didn’t want to become more... unrecognizable than I already was.

But what choice did I have?

With a shaky breath, I uncorked the bottle and took a sip.

It burned slightly as it went down.

Then a warm, tingling feeling spread through my throat.

"Now," Damien said, stepping back. "Say something."

I hesitated, then finally opened my mouth.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked.

But the moment I heard my own voice, I gasped.

It didn’t sound like me at all.

My voice was softer... slower... and carried a distinct Indian accent. It was strange hearing myself sound in such manner.

I touched my throat, stunned.

Damien smirked. "Perfect. Now no one—not even your mates—will ever recognize you."

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of that truth settle deep in my chest.

He casually tucked his hand in his pockets and took out a box. He opened the box, and I noticed a diamond ring was sitting pretty on it.

I stared at the diamond ring in the box.

It sparkled like it was mocking me.

"Take it," Damien said softly, but there was power in his voice—one that didn’t leave room for arguing. "From today onward, we are married."

Married.

I looked at the ring again, my chest tightening. My hands moved on their own as I reached for it. Slowly, I slid it onto my finger.

It fit perfectly.

ring from the same box and slipped it onto his own

he said with a smirk.

say anything. I couldn’t. My

nodding toward the corner of the room. "Pick up the file. Read it.

walked slowly to the desk. There was a neat brown folder lying on it. I opened

picture of me. Not the real me, but the new face that stared back in the

Riya. English name: Rebecca.

I kept reading.

said I met Alpha Damien two months ago... during his trip to India. It claimed I

said we fell in love quickly and secretly got married last

single word

My stomach twisted.

Damien. He was already watching

the story. Memorize every detail. If you slip up, even once, it

I swallowed hard. "But—"

a hand,

he said. "Let me make

stepped closer, eyes now cold

don’t go anywhere

from your past. Not

No mention of

He paused.

to find out who has this

voice, "You are my wife. You will act like it. In public, you will smile. You will play the role. Do

like bricks, one after the

I nodded slowly, biting the inside

said. "Now rest. You’ll start living your new

and left, locking the

I collapsed onto the

was my life now. A new name—Rebecca. The wife of

picked the

said I was twenty-two years old, an orphan, with no living

was born in Chandigarh, India, and moved to

eyes burned. I could barely recognize the girl described

I had been... was

laid there for hours, staring at the ceiling. The room was silent, too silent.

Before I could answer, it opened slowly, and two women stepped

carried a

ma’am," she said quietly, placing it

hungry. My stomach was still twisted in knots from everything

bowed slightly and left, closing the

vegetables, fresh

different dishes. This time, the scent

again, I

I couldn’t stop thinking.

triplets believe

Were they mourning me?

done

and Levi

made my

Were they okay?

feel that I’m still