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.

was married to

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

careful. If I asked too many wrong questions, someone might suspect

a small, nervous smile and stepped a little

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

her head in concern. "No, dear, why do

I got sick a few weeks ago, I’ve been forgetting little things. The doctor said it was mild amnesia from stress... nothing serious, but

"Oh dear.

smiled faintly. "I didn’t want anyone to worry. But I was hoping... maybe you could

course, sweetheart. Anything you

I nodded, heart racing.

how did I meet Alpha Damien

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

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

was coming back. "Right... and I

we all got used to having you around. Even

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

you had to return home. Something about your fiancé, I

three months later—Miss Sofia left too. It broke Alpha Damien. He didn’t speak of it, but it was

me with a kind expression, "Now you’re back. And mated. The Moon Goddess must’ve written

smile, but my

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

Was that his plan?

nod. She smiled and turned to continue what she was doing,

that true?" I asked, wanting to know if she had any information to give me. I wanted to know what was going on with

cook sighed and shook her head with sympathy. "Yes... we heard it and also heard her memorial ceremony is taking place tomorrow..."

widened

they said I

had been sucked out. My heart started pounding in

to go... I just pray the

trusting myself to speak. My lips were dry. My

what

his witch? Whose body did they use? How did they

then it

it was Rebecca? The real owner of

to my mouth as

Did they... kill her?

make me disappear in the

No. No, no.

could feel the walls closing in on me. I couldn’t

down," I said quickly, turning away

the kitchen, my

slammed the door shut behind me