Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 244: Should Be Thankful

Olivia’s POV

My eyes widened as I struggled to wrap my head around what Alpha Damien had just said.

"Now can you move away?" he groaned, already reaching for the door.

But I shook my head stubbornly. "No."

There was no way I was letting him leave. Not until I had answers. I couldn’t keep living in the dark.

"I have more questions to ask," I said firmly.

The look he gave me made it clear he was running out of patience—but I didn’t care.

"Why did you kill her?" I demanded. "You killed her... just for this, didn’t you? To make all this work?"

Alpha Damien’s eyes darkened. An irritated frown settled over his expression.

"And what makes you think I killed her?" he asked coldly.

I hesitated.

He stepped closer, his voice sharp with anger now. "What do you take me for, Olivia? A monster? A heartless man who slaughters innocent girls for convenience? Is that how you see me?"

I didn’t answer.

He scoffed, the anger in him growing deeper. "You should be on your knees thanking me."

"What?" I breathed, confused.

"I saved your fucking life," he snapped. "And I’m not just talking about Alpha Gabriel. You think he’s the only one who wants you gone?"

My brows furrowed deeper.

He pointed to the window like he could still see the crowd below. "There are people in this pack... and beyond... who would pay anything to see you dead. You don’t even know the half of it."

I swallowed hard.

"Being dead to them," he continued bitterly, "is the only thing keeping you alive. You should be grateful, Olivia. You’re safe. You’re breathing. And you get to keep your heart beating because of me."

mouth to respond, but

want to accuse someone of murder, think carefully," he said, voice low and full of anger. "Because not everyone who lies to you

and reached for the door

muttered, just before walking out and slamming

just like that,

sat on the edge... What did he mean? Who else wanted me dead? Why? What the hell was going

bedsheets tightly, my heart still racing. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t piece anything together. The truth felt like a

the world? And

the murmurs, the music, the quiet sound of people grieving a girl

faded into silence... And somewhere

———

I opened my eyes again, the room was

and dry. I sat up, groggy and disoriented. The clock on the wall told me it was late—deep into

funeral must’ve ended

stood and padded toward

now. Everyone must have retired to bed

I reached the stairs, I slowed down, hearing

farther and peeked from

in the living room, standing in front of the fireplace,

arms

And facing her—was Levi.

face was stony,

held my breath

staying in your room," Levi said

Anita flinched.

crossed his arms. "We don’t want to see your face. Not right

heart skipped a

sounded... broken. Tired. Like grief had hollowed

her lip.

Levi didn’t

and walked off,

either of them could see me, my heart thudding

by the fireplace and I couldn’t go back to my room, so

up and stared

was taking its toll on her... the vibrant Anita

she said softly, her voice barely above

hesitated. My instinct was to ignore her and keep walking—but I couldn’t. That would seem