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

back, watching me like

betray me..." he tapped

slowly, forcing myself to breathe

satisfied.

picked up his wine again, as

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

I gotten myself

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

We were here.

The Full Moon Pack.

place I

came 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. He motioned toward the

"Let’s go."

the heat of the afternoon

Familiar.

Painfully familiar.

his phone as if nothing had happened back on the plane. As if he hadn’t just nearly

engine rumbled to life and the SUV began to roll down the

The roads hadn’t changed.

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

Everything looked the same.

yet... nothing felt the

of the pack—the grand pack house—I saw

still believed I

My chest tightened.

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

finally pulled up before the pack house

Home.

But not really.

driver stepped out and

stepped out first, buttoning his suit and

behind him, shielding my eyes from

This was it.

the very soil where I had once laughed, trained,

in

this time, I

entrance, and with him was Lady Fiona. I swallowed 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

The pack house looked deadly silent. It was as

practically searching

Where were they?

nothing more than to see them...

we reached where Sir Damon and Lady Fiona stood, Alpha

this is

recognition from him. But Lady Fiona stepped forward. Her eyes met mine and without

softly, "welcome.

I froze.

of my being screamed in disgust. The hug felt

go, I

muttered, barely meeting

a strand of hair behind her

radiant. I was wondering if you two would like

His tone was light but firm, leaving no room

Fiona gave a polite laugh. "Of course.

blank. But inside, questions, and