Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 228: Findings

Olivia’s POV

It’s been three days since I arrived at Alpha Damien’s mansion, and I hardly stepped outside my room. It wasn’t like I was locked in... it was my own choice.

Alpha Damien had been busy. He only visited at night, checking on me quickly before rushing off again. I could see the tired look in his eyes every time—like something heavy was weighing on him. I didn’t ask. Whatever it was, I knew it wasn’t about me. Probably pack problems.

I sat on my bed, hugging my knees, and thinking about that picture I saw in Sofia’s room. The picture of her... and the girl beside her. The girl whose face I was now wearing. Who was she? Were they close? Were they sisters? Friends? Where is she now?

My mind wouldn’t stop asking questions I had no answers to. I just wanted to know the truth, to know whose face I now wore.

My throat felt dry. I needed water.

I stood, left the room, and quietly made my way downstairs. The house was peaceful, and every servant I passed lowered their heads in respect. I forced a smile, trying to look normal—even though inside I felt like a stranger in my skin.

When I entered the kitchen, I found an older woman there. She was wiping her hands with a towel and turned toward me with a bright, warm smile.

"Luna Becca," she said sweetly. "What would you like?"

I froze.

Becca? That was a nickname. It seemed... she knew the owner of this face.

"Do you remember me?" I asked cautiously.

The woman chuckled, placing a hand on her hip. "Of course I do, my dear. You used to spend hours in this kitchen trying to teach me those Indian meals. Miss Sofia, your best friend, would always laugh and say, ’Becca thinks she’s a chef now.’" She smiled at the memory, her eyes glowing.

My heart dropped.

The girl in the photo was Sofia’s best friend.

I leaned against the counter, suddenly feeling a bit dizzy.

The woman stepped closer, lowering her voice. "I must say... I never expected you and Alpha Damien to be a thing."

I looked up at her, startled.

She held up her hands. "Oh, don’t worry. I’m not judging. Alpha Damien says you’re mates now, and I believe him. But still... back then, you once told me you were engaged to someone else. You were so in love... I remember your eyes lit up when you talked about him."

I looked away, the lump in my throat growing.

She gave me a sad smile. "Wherever Miss Sofia is, I believe she’d be shocked... maybe even hurt. To know her best friend and her man ended up married. But... she left him first, didn’t she?"

I didn’t respond.

Because I didn’t know how to.

I wasn’t Becca.

But I was living in her face... wearing her story... taking her place.

I was married to

her life. I didn’t know what she liked, who she loved,

careful. If I asked too many wrong questions,

I forced a small, nervous smile and stepped a little closer to

said gently, "Have I seemed... a little

head in concern. "No,

sick a few weeks ago, I’ve been forgetting little things. The

"Oh dear. I

smiled faintly. "I didn’t want anyone to worry. But I

course, sweetheart. Anything

I nodded, heart racing.

you remind me... how did I

Miss Sofia invited you over three years ago, remember? She said

us you were human—always so wide-eyed and curious. You’d wander

pretending the memory was coming back.

months. And honestly, we all got used

trying to piece it all together in my mind. "Then

said you had to return home. Something about your fiancé, I think. You never said much, but I

three months later—Miss Sofia left too. It

she looked at me with a kind expression, "Now you’re back. And mated. The Moon

but my heart

she was Sofia’s best friend? Was this some twisted ploy

Was that his plan?

elderly woman asked, and I forced a nod. She smiled and turned to continue what she was doing, but out

if she had any information to give me. I wanted to know what was going on with

with sympathy. "Yes... we heard it and also heard her memorial ceremony is taking place tomorrow..." she sighed again. "Poor girl was beheaded, her body and chopped head delivered to the triplets

eyes widened in

how they said

room suddenly felt colder, like the air had been sucked out. My heart started pounding in my chest as the cook went on,

a painful way to go... I

not trusting myself to speak. My lips

That’s what

Damien do that? And his witch? Whose body did they use?

it

Rebecca? The real owner of this

mouth as nausea rose in

Did they... kill her?

to make me

No. No, no.

closing in on me. I couldn’t stay

to lie down," I said quickly, turning away

out of the kitchen, my hands trembling,

reached my room, I slammed the door shut behind me and collapsed onto