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,

taking

now,"

as he led me out of the throne room. Once we were out of sight, I let out a breath I didn’t

turned to me with a rare softness

came running

and said, "Alpha,

shook.

rising from his throat. "What is it now?" he muttered under

turned and walked away with

down the hallway. I didn’t know

order, I turned and made my way up

silent except for the soft rustle of my

I stopped.

few steps away, just beside my

door I hadn’t

this part of the hallway well enough. I had passed it just this morning. That door wasn’t there. Or... had

Damien’s quarters—his room was in the opposite

So... whose was this?

started beating faster. I should’ve gone into my room and stayed there like I was told, but

its own,

it,

But I did.

the handle, expecting

opened with a soft

Not locked.

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

a mistake. But the other part—my wolf, maybe, or whatever

cautiously into the

bucket of water sitting nearby. The water was still slightly rippling... like someone had

I looked around slowly.

identical to mine. Velvet drapes, gold-trimmed mirrors, a thick, plush bed

of lilac faint in the air. Then I moved to

hangers were lined

Shoes. Perfume bottles lined neatly

a

But whose?

began to thump as I slowly turned. That’s when I saw it—a picture frame on

walked over and picked it

And froze.

It was her. Sofia.

Damien was right.

She looked like me.

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

must have been

my chest tightening with something I couldn’t name. Fear? Confusion? She was the second person I’d

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