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.

same box and slipped it

with a smirk. "Now it’s

didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. My throat

corner of the room. "Pick up the file. Read it. That’s your new

a neat brown folder

a picture of me. Not the real me, but the new face that

Riya. English name: Rebecca.

I kept reading.

It claimed I was a small-time writer—just a simple human woman who had

love quickly and secretly got married

single word

My stomach twisted.

Damien. He was already watching

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

I swallowed hard. "But—"

a hand, cutting me

he said. "Let

eyes

don’t go anywhere without me

from your past. Not even

You are human now. No mention of

He paused.

you dare try to find out

act like it. In public, you

like bricks, one

slowly, biting the inside of my cheek to keep

"Now rest. You’ll start living your new

he turned and left, locking the door behind

collapsed onto the bed and

A new

the

I was twenty-two years old, an

said I was born in Chandigarh, India, and moved to the States

burned. I could barely recognize

everything I had

room was silent, too

on the door. Before I could answer, it opened slowly, and two women stepped inside. Maids—dressed

carried a silver

said quietly, placing

hungry. My stomach was still twisted in knots from everything that had

left, closing

meat, vegetables, fresh fruit—but I barely

came again. Dinner. Another tray, different

I

I couldn’t stop thinking.

the triplets believe I’m

Were they mourning me?

Lennox done something

Louis and Levi

made my

Were they okay?

they even feel that I’m