Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 227: Room

Olivia POV

"Come with me, darling," Damien said gently, his tone both soft and affectionate as he led me toward our seats. I could feel every pair of eyes on us... a sea of questions hung in the air, silent but heavy.

Damien led me toward the seats and gestured for me to take the one beside him, which looked like a smaller version of his. I swallowed hard and sat down, folding my hands in my lap as I lifted my chin to meet their gazes. Every eye was watching, analyzing.

Then, one man rose from the crowd and bowed politely. "Alpha Damien," he began, "I... I can’t sense any wolf energy from her. Is she human?"

A murmur of agreement rippled through the room. Heads nodded. Eyes narrowed in curiosity, maybe even doubt.

Damien didn’t seem bothered.

"Yes," he said without pause. "She is human."

Gasps echoed around us, the tension in the air thickening.

"But," he continued, his voice stronger, filled with authority, "she is also my mate."

My eyes widened slightly at his words, but I kept my expression composed. I couldn’t let my real feelings show.

A few voices rose again in hushed tones, uncertain murmurs buzzing from corner to corner.

Then another woman, seated near the front, raised her voice with concern. "Forgive me, Alpha... but can she carry your pups?"

Silence.

All eyes turned back to Damien.

His jaw clenched slightly, but his reply came without hesitation.

"Of course she can," he said confidently. "She is my mate. The Moon Goddess makes no mistakes."

Relief flooded their faces. Heads nodded. The tension in the room melted just a little.

"Then she is one of us," an older wolf declared from the back. "If she can carry the Alpha’s pups, then she is our Luna."

A wave of quiet agreement followed.

One by one, people stood, bowed their heads, and welcomed me.

"Welcome, Luna Rebecca."

"Welcome."

"May the Goddess bless your union."

The voices grew louder, more genuine. Some even smiled at me.

I forced myself to smile back, nodding gracefully as I clutched the edge of my chair. Inside, my heart still ached. They were calling me Rebecca. Accepting me. Believing every word of this illusion.

And I had no choice but to play along.

in slightly, whispering in my ear,

he stood, taking

leave now,"

the throne room. Once we were out of sight, I let out a breath I didn’t even

to me with a rare softness

a guard came running toward us, panic

of us, bowed deeply, and said,

voice shook. Something was

now?" he muttered under his breath before glancing back at me. "Go back to your room,"

he turned and walked away with the

there for a second, my heart pounding as I watched them disappear down the hallway. I didn’t know what was going on, but whatever it was

frowned, but I didn’t dwell on it. Obeying his order, I turned and

polished floor, the corridors silent except for the soft rustle of my dress. But just

I stopped.

beside my door... was

I

enough. I had passed it just this morning. That

room was in the

So... whose was this?

was told, but something about this door pulled me in.

its

do it,

But I did.

on the handle, expecting resistance... but

with a

Not locked.

instinctively. The air around the room felt colder, heavier—as if something had

was a mistake. But the other part—my

cautiously

the wall and a half-full bucket of water sitting nearby. The water was still slightly rippling... like someone had just been

I looked around slowly.

identical to mine. Velvet drapes, gold-trimmed mirrors, a thick, plush bed with satin sheets. It screamed wealth. Whose room is

the air. Then I

hangers were lined

Perfume bottles lined neatly in a

a

But whose?

turned. That’s when I saw

and picked it

And froze.

It was her. Sofia.

Damien was right.

She looked like me.

Same bone structure, same

must have

a step back, my chest tightening with something I couldn’t name. Fear? Confusion? She was the second person I’d seen having the same

I bumped into a low table behind me. A thud echoed in