Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 234: A strange Old Woman

Olivia’s POV

I could see the anger burning in Alpha Damien’s eyes as he glared my way, then back at Levi. He growled, "What are you fucking doing here?"

Levi, who looked completely unbothered, cast a glance at me before turning back to face Damien. "You should be thanking me," he said. "Your wife had a heart attack. I just helped her back to her room."

Damien’s eyes darkened with disbelief. His frown deepened, face twisting in suspicion. "My wife has no genetic condition," he snapped. "So why the hell would she have a heart attack?"

Levi scoffed, taking a step forward. "Maybe you don’t know your wife as well as you think you do." He tried to walk past, but Damien moved swiftly, blocking his path.

"Levi," he growled. "I want you and your brothers to stay the hell away from my wife." That struck something deep. I could see the way Levi’s shoulders stiffened, the way his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might snap.

"Why?" Levi asked coldly. "You scared we’ll do to you what you did to us?"

Damien’s eyes narrowed. "I didn’t do anything with her," he said, voice low. "Not with Olivia." Levi growled then. The sound was raw. Deep. Full of pent-up anger and pain.

"Don’t fucking lie to me," he snapped. "We’re not fools, Damien." He took a step closer, chest rising with rage. "You took advantage of what happened between us. You wormed your way into her life. Into her head. You fucking kissed her. You flirted with her. You made her feel like she didn’t need us." Damien’s eyes flicked toward me for a brief second, but Levi wasn’t finished.

"She was our mate. Our wife. And you used every damn weakness we had to take her from us."

Damien glared at Levi. "So what now? You wanna pay me back?"

Levi growled. "I wish I could, but I’m not like you, Damien... I don’t claim to love someone but end up marrying someone else."

Damien’s jaw tightened. "Leave."

me out... this is my mansion... this is my pack," he

exchange glares before Levi shoved Damien aside and walked away without looking back. I let out a shaky

slammed the door shut. His angry gaze locked on me. "What is he talking about... what stunt were you pulling?" he asked, his voice sharp. I frowned at him. I wasn’t pulling a stunt. I did have a heart attack... the pain was so intense that for a moment, I thought I would

should ask you that, Alpha Damien... suddenly I had a heart attack — did you by any chance press the remote?" I accused,

at me. "I did no such thing," he said, sounding genuinely baffled — but I didn’t trust him. I didn’t trust anyone

a moment, a tense silence hung in the air before Damien finally said, "For your own good, stay away from the triplets. I don’t want to see

words but refused to give him a response. When he realized I wasn’t going to answer, he growled low and dropped onto the couch... his

silence, despite how late it was. From where I sat on the bed, I glanced at him and saw he was still staring at that phone — not typing, not scrolling... just staring. For over an hour, he didn’t look away once. And though I couldn’t see what was on the screen, I could read the tension on his face. His jaw tight, lips pressed into a hard line, eyes... eyes heavy

He didn’t move. But I kept going anyway. "What is she like? I want to know her." Still, he said nothing.

even stand the smell." I blinked. "I hate them too." "She eats the crust first when she has pie," he added. "Says the best

used to braid her hair at night. Not because she liked it that way. Just... a habit. She’d undo it after five minutes. Said it helped her think." I watched him quietly. My heart ached. "She’s terrified of deep water," he continued. "Pretends

in thought," he said, chuckling dryly. "Always off-key. Always loud." I didn’t know why, but hearing these things made me feel strange. I didn’t know Sofia,

corner of Damien’s eye. He didn’t wipe it. He didn’t

was obvious Alpha Damien loved Sofia, which made me wonder why she left him... perhaps

in thoughts until my eyes grew

didn’t even realize when I fell asleep. But suddenly, I felt something gently tap on my arm. When I opened my eyes, there was an old woman sitting on the edge of my bed. I froze. She had long red hair, even in her old age, she looked beautiful. She had a small smile on her face, but

smiled warmly at

I asked, confused and a little scared. She reached out and touched my hand gently. Her

she