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.

leaned in slightly, whispering in my

he stood, taking

take our leave now,"

once more as he led me out of the throne room. Once we were out of sight, I

to me with a rare softness in

mid-sentence when a guard came running toward us, panic

in front of us, bowed deeply, and said, "Alpha, you need to

shook. Something was

jaw tensed, a low growl almost rising from his throat. "What is it now?" he muttered under his breath before glancing back at me. "Go back to your room," he said, voice

turned and walked away

them disappear down the hallway. I didn’t know what was going on, but whatever it

his order, I turned and made my way

except for the soft rustle of my dress. But just as I reached the door to my assigned room, something strange

I stopped.

away, just beside

I hadn’t noticed

had passed it just this morning. That door wasn’t there. Or... had it been, but I didn’t

quarters—his room was in the opposite

So... whose was this?

stayed there like I was told, but something about this door pulled me in. It felt like gravity had shifted slightly, drawing me

on its own, reaching for the

do it,

But I did.

down on the handle, expecting resistance...

with

Not locked.

around the room felt colder, heavier—as if something had been waiting behind

this was a mistake. But the other part—my wolf,

cautiously into

mop leaning against the wall and a half-full bucket of water sitting nearby.

I looked around slowly.

room was lavish—almost identical to mine. Velvet drapes, gold-trimmed mirrors, a thick, plush bed with

scent of lilac faint in the air. Then I moved to the wardrobe, curiosity getting the better of me. I

were lined

Shoes. Perfume bottles lined neatly in a glass case

was a woman’s

But whose?

I slowly turned. That’s when I saw it—a picture frame

walked over and picked

And froze.

It was her. Sofia.

Damien was right.

She looked like me.

an older version of me. Same bone structure, same eyes. She could’ve been

must have been her

name. Fear? Confusion? She was the second person

into a low table behind me. A thud echoed in the silence, and several items tumbled