Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 230: Back Home

Olivia’s POV

There was a tense silence inside the private jet. The hum of the engine filled the cabin, but my mind was louder, racing with fear, doubt, and a hundred unanswered questions.

I was going back.

Back to the Full Moon Pack.

Back to the triplets.

It had only been a week... just a week since I last saw them. But with everything that had happened, it felt like years.

So much had changed.

I sat stiffly in my seat, hands curled tightly in my lap, eyes glued to the clouds outside the window. My heart thudded against my ribs like it wanted out. I didn’t know what I would find when I got there.

Would they recognize me?

Should I even tell them?

Should I expose everything—tell them the truth?

That I was alive. That this face wasn’t mine. That I was wearing someone else’s identity. That Alpha Damien had faked my death and trapped me in a life I never chose.

My fingers trembled.

Maybe... maybe they could help me.

Maybe—

"Olivia," Damien’s voice sliced through my thoughts like a blade.

I turned slowly, my heart skipping.

He was seated beside me, calm as ever, sipping from a glass of wine like the world was under his control... perhaps not the world, but I was under his control.

"I want to show you something," he said smoothly, placing his glass on the table and reaching into his pocket.

I watched warily as he pulled out a small, sleek remote.

"What—"

Suddenly, pain.

A sharp, violent jolt tore through my body.

I couldn’t even scream.

My lungs seized up. My vision blurred. My entire chest felt like it was being crushed from the inside out.

The pain was electric—burning, choking, stabbing—and then...

It stopped.

It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like I was dying.

When it finally stopped, I slumped against the seat, trembling. My eyes burned with tears as I tried to pull in a shaky breath.

My hands flew to my wrist, where the gold bracelet sat—innocent-looking and beautiful... but deadly.

Damien leaned closer, his voice low but threatening. "I can kill you in less than a minute with that."

My whole body shook. I stared at him, wide-eyed, my chest heaving.

but sharp with warning. "Don’t get any ideas, Olivia. You and I had a deal. One year. You keep your mouth shut. You play the perfect little Luna wife. You do

leaned back, watching me like a

he tapped the remote gently, "you

up. I nodded slowly, forcing myself to

smiled, satisfied. "Good

picked up his wine again, as if nothing had

wrapped around my wrist wasn’t just to subdue my wolf

I gotten myself

the land below stretched like a map I once knew by heart. I swallowed

We were here.

The Full Moon Pack.

I

at the end of the private airstrip. Damien stood

"Let’s go."

of the afternoon sun instantly hitting

Familiar.

Painfully familiar.

opened the car door, and we slid into the back seat. Damien remained composed beside me, scrolling through his phone as if nothing had happened back on the plane. As if he hadn’t

to life and the SUV began to roll down the

The roads hadn’t changed.

danced lazily under the sunlight. I caught glimpses of the training grounds far in the distance and the

Everything looked the same.

nothing

the pack—the grand pack house—I saw the

still believed I was

My chest tightened.

gates, driving into the wide-open courtyard. Several guards bowed as we drove past, their

finally pulled up before

Home.

But not really.

driver stepped out and opened

out first, buttoning his suit and adjusting

behind him, shielding my eyes from the bright

This was it.

the very soil where I

back in the Full

this time, I wasn’t

first person I noticed was Sir Damon, who stood at the entrance, and with him was Lady Fiona. I swallowed hard, wondering if they would recognize me, but

waist, and I flinched inwardly. His touch

As we approached, my eyes scanned around the area. The pack house looked deadly silent. It was as if everyone was walking on eggshells, scared

scanned around, practically searching for

Where were they?

them... I wanted to be

we reached where Sir Damon and Lady Fiona

Fiona... this is my wife, Luna

from him. But Lady Fiona stepped forward. Her eyes met mine and without hesitation, she

said softly, "welcome. We’re

I froze.

every fiber of my being screamed in

let go, I forced a

very kind," I muttered, barely

to tuck a strand

wondering if you two would

His tone was light but firm, leaving no room for argument. "She’s my wife now. We

"Of course. I

nodded silently, my face blank. But inside, questions,