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.

voice calm but sharp with warning. "Don’t get any ideas, Olivia. You and I had a deal. One year. You keep your mouth

me like

he tapped the

up. I nodded slowly, forcing myself to breathe through

satisfied. "Good

picked up his wine again, as if

around my wrist wasn’t just to subdue my wolf or hide my scent—it was connected

have I

a map I once knew by heart. I swallowed hard as the seatbelt light blinked

We were here.

The Full Moon Pack.

place I once

to a soft landing, a black SUV was already waiting at the end of the private airstrip. Damien stood and adjusted the cuff of his shirt like this was just another routine meeting.

"Let’s go."

stepped down the stairs slowly, the heat of the

Familiar.

Painfully familiar.

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 just

began to roll down the familiar dirt path leading

The roads hadn’t changed.

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

Everything looked the same.

nothing felt

house—I saw the flags flying at half-mast. A sign of

still believed I

My chest tightened.

wide-open courtyard. Several guards bowed

up before the pack

Home.

But not really.

driver stepped out and opened

out first, buttoning his suit and adjusting

him, shielding my

This was it.

standing on the very soil where I

back in

time, I

hard, wondering if they would recognize me, but I doubted it because even the guards who knew me well didn’t even recognize

slipped his arm around my waist, and I flinched inwardly. His touch disgusted me—but I had

Fiona. As we approached, my eyes scanned around the area. The pack house looked

practically searching

Where were they?

wanted nothing more than to see them... I wanted

Sir Damon and Lady Fiona stood, Alpha Damien introduced

this is my

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

softly, "welcome. We’re so glad

I froze.

arms wrapped around me gently, but every fiber of my being

go,

I muttered, barely meeting

tuck a strand

I was wondering if

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

polite laugh. "Of course. I

blank. But inside, questions, and