Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 243: Who Is That

Olivia’s POV

For hours, I remained locked in my room while my so-called funeral rites were taking place outside. This time, I couldn’t bring myself to watch.

I didn’t want to see it.

Couldn’t stand to see hundreds of people mourning me... saying goodbye to a girl who was still breathing.

Who was still here.

And the question that haunted me most—whose body were they burying?

Whose lifeless form were they lowering into the ground while crying over me?

How had Alpha Damien pulled it off?

Who was this man? How could he manipulate reality so perfectly—down to the last detail?

I paced the floor, back and forth, my heart thundering in my chest. My mind kept returning to the conversation we had earlier.

He told me my mother had killed Alpha Gabriel’s mother.

That’s why they wanted me dead.

But when I asked more—how that happened, why my mother would do such a thing—he refused to speak. Said that was all I needed to know.

I hated that.

I hated secrets.

I sighed and sat back on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the wall as my thoughts wandered... and landed on Lennox.

When we kissed I could feel his hesitation for but also his desire for me... not as Olivia but as Rebecca. It made me wonder if I was really gone and this Rebecca was real—Does that mean he could’ve kissed her—on the very day of my funeral?

I shook my head violently, pushing the thought away. It hurt too much to linger on it.

Then suddenly I heard it.

Faint.

Soft.

Floating through the air.

A song.

One of my favorite songs. Hero by Mariah Carey

My breath hitched.

Why... why was it playing?

I jumped to my feet and rushed toward the sound, my heart pounding.

I reached the hallway, then

louder still when I stepped

garden was full

warriors, omegas—everyone stood gathered around a

through the crowd, my breath coming in shallow gasps, until I

A glass casket.

And inside...

I froze.

me stopped

casket,

they believed was

farewells, or leave a single white rose on the

moved on

the weight of every stare, every whispered prayer. But they

I was

casket, my

away from breaking down. None of them spoke. All had

the railing

blinking fast, his shoulders

pale,

My heart shattered.

closer... closer still...

And then—I gasped.

Loud.

My knees buckled.

headless body—a body that looked exactly like

Same build.

Same hands.

the body...

And goodness—

looked just like

The face.

The hair.

Everything.

at a twisted,

dizzy, bile

no no

How is this possible?

body swayed, my

was about to hit the

Held me.

dear," came the deep, calming

was suddenly there, holding

I couldn’t speak.

Couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t think.

echoed through my mind—Who the hell is that in the

the casket