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.

"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.

back, watching me like

betray me..." he tapped the remote

closed up. I nodded slowly, forcing myself to breathe through

smiled, satisfied.

he picked up his wine again, as

my heart panting... now I realized the bracelet wrapped around my wrist wasn’t just to subdue my wolf or hide my scent—it was connected to my heart... Alpha Damien could actually kill

I

jet began to descend. Outside, the land below stretched like a map I

We were here.

The Full Moon Pack.

place I once called

Damien stood and adjusted the cuff of his shirt like this was just

"Let’s go."

the heat of the

Familiar.

Painfully familiar.

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.

to roll down the familiar dirt path leading into the

The roads hadn’t changed.

trees framed both sides. The grass danced lazily under the sunlight. I caught glimpses of the training grounds far in the distance and the old watchtower that once stood as our childhood adventure

Everything looked the same.

yet... nothing

the pack—the grand pack house—I saw the

believed I

My chest tightened.

passed the gates, driving into the wide-open courtyard. Several guards bowed

before the pack house

Home.

But not really.

stepped out and

his suit and

him, shielding my eyes from

This was it.

the very soil where I had once laughed, trained, cried...

was back in

this time, I wasn’t

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

my waist, and I flinched inwardly. His touch

guided me toward Sir Damon and Lady Fiona. 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 of making a

practically

Where were they?

them... I wanted to be sure they

Sir Damon and Lady Fiona stood, Alpha Damien

Fiona... this is

him. But Lady Fiona stepped forward. Her

softly, "welcome. We’re so glad

I froze.

every fiber of my being screamed in disgust. The hug felt

go, I forced

kind," I muttered,

a strand

radiant. I was wondering if you two would like

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

"Of course. I only asked

blank. But inside, questions, and bitterness churned like a