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.

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

like

betray me..." he tapped the remote

throat closed up. I nodded slowly,

satisfied.

picked up his wine again, as if

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

I

a map I once

We were here.

The Full Moon Pack.

I

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

"Let’s go."

stairs slowly, the heat of the afternoon sun instantly hitting me. The

Familiar.

Painfully familiar.

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 just nearly

engine rumbled to life and the SUV began to roll

The roads hadn’t changed.

of the training grounds far in the distance and the old watchtower that once stood

Everything looked the same.

yet... nothing felt the

of the pack—the grand pack house—I

still believed I was

My chest tightened.

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

finally pulled up before the pack house

Home.

But not really.

out

first, buttoning his suit and

stepped out behind him, shielding my eyes from

This was it.

standing on the very soil where I had once

was back in the Full Moon

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

his arm around my waist, and I flinched

scanned around the area. The pack house looked deadly silent. It

around, practically searching

Where were they?

see them... I wanted

we reached where Sir Damon and Lady Fiona stood,

this is

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

said softly, "welcome. We’re so

I froze.

my being screamed in

let go, I

I muttered,

up to tuck a strand

lovely. So radiant. I was wondering if you two

His tone was light but firm, leaving no room for

"Of course. I only asked out of

But inside, questions, and bitterness churned like a