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.

back, watching me like a snake waiting

you betray me..." he tapped the remote gently,

up. I nodded slowly, forcing myself

smiled, satisfied. "Good

that, he picked up his wine again, as if nothing had

wrapped around my wrist wasn’t just to subdue

I gotten

I once knew by heart. I swallowed hard as

We were here.

The Full Moon Pack.

I once called

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

"Let’s go."

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

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

and the SUV began to roll down the familiar dirt path leading into the Full

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

Everything looked the same.

nothing felt

heart of the pack—the grand pack house—I saw the flags flying at

still believed

My chest tightened.

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

before the

Home.

But not really.

out

first, buttoning his

stepped out behind him, shielding my eyes

This was it.

the very soil where

was back in

this time, I

and with him was Lady Fiona. I swallowed hard, wondering if they would

my waist, and I flinched

The pack house looked deadly silent. It was as if everyone

practically searching for

Where were they?

than to see them... I

and Lady Fiona stood, Alpha

Fiona... this is my

gave me a nod, no sign of recognition from him. But Lady Fiona stepped forward.

"welcome. We’re so glad

I froze.

arms wrapped around me gently, but every fiber of my being screamed in disgust. The hug felt wrong. Like

finally let go, I

very kind," I muttered, barely meeting her

to tuck a strand

So radiant. I was wondering if you two would like separate rooms

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

a polite laugh. "Of

my face blank. But inside, questions, and bitterness