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.

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

leaned back, watching me like

tapped

slowly, forcing myself to breathe through

smiled, satisfied. "Good

picked up his wine again, as if nothing had

to subdue my

I gotten myself

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

We were here.

The Full Moon Pack.

place I once

private airstrip. Damien stood and adjusted the

"Let’s go."

of the afternoon sun instantly hitting me.

Familiar.

Painfully familiar.

the back seat. Damien remained composed beside me, scrolling through his phone as if nothing had happened back on the plane.

roll down the

The roads hadn’t changed.

training grounds far in the distance and the old watchtower that

Everything looked the same.

nothing

house—I saw the flags flying

believed

My chest tightened.

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

finally pulled up before the pack house

Home.

But not really.

stepped out and opened

stepped out first, buttoning his suit and adjusting

out behind him, shielding my

This was it.

was standing on the very soil where I had

in the

time, I wasn’t

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

I flinched inwardly. His touch disgusted

and Lady Fiona. As we approached, my eyes scanned around the area. The pack house looked deadly silent. It

around, practically searching for

Where were they?

more than to see them...

Damon and Lady

Fiona... this is my wife,

me a nod, no sign of recognition from him. But Lady Fiona stepped forward. Her eyes met mine and without hesitation,

Rebecca," she said softly, "welcome. We’re so glad you’ve

I froze.

around me gently, but every fiber of my being screamed in disgust. The hug

let go,

muttered, barely

reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her

So radiant. I was wondering if you two would

finish the thought. His tone was light but firm, leaving no room for argument. "She’s my wife now. We don’t need space

Fiona gave a polite laugh. "Of

But inside, questions, and bitterness churned like