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.

brought out another ring from the same box and slipped it onto his own

he said with a

I couldn’t. My throat was tight

the desk," he said, nodding toward the corner of the room. "Pick up the file. Read it. That’s your

the desk. There was a neat brown folder lying on it. I opened it—and my

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

Riya. English name: Rebecca.

I kept reading.

ago... during his trip to India. It claimed I was a small-time writer—just a simple human woman who had no idea he was

love quickly and secretly

word

My stomach twisted.

at Damien. He was already

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

I swallowed hard. "But—"

hand,

"Let

closer, eyes

don’t go anywhere without me

contacting anyone from your past. Not even

mention of

He paused.

to find

stepped even closer, lowering his voice, "You are my wife. You will act like it. In

like bricks, one after the

at him, but I nodded slowly,

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

he turned and left, locking the door behind

I collapsed onto the bed

A new

picked the file

years old, an orphan, with no living

was born in Chandigarh, India, and moved

could barely recognize the girl described

everything I had

laid there for hours, staring at the ceiling. The room was silent, too silent. Every tick of the clock echoed like a scream in

could answer, it opened slowly, and two women stepped inside. Maids—dressed in soft gray

them carried a

quietly, placing it on the

it. I didn’t feel hungry. My stomach was still twisted in knots

left, closing the

vegetables, fresh fruit—but I barely

Another tray, different dishes. This time, the scent was richer, more

I barely

I couldn’t stop thinking.

triplets believe I’m dead

Were they mourning me?

done

Levi

made

Were they okay?

even feel that I’m