Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 255: His Story

Olivia’s POV

I swallowed hard and tugged the dress back over my back.

"I was born with it," I said quietly.

His eyes locked onto mine, widened slightly, full of questions he didn’t know how to ask. There was something else there too—confusion... and doubt. It was like he was seeing something that shouldn’t exist. Like the mark had shattered a belief he held tightly to.

He took a step back, shaking his head slowly.

"It can’t be possible..." he muttered under his breath, almost like he was trying to convince himself.

Then he turned to the healer.

"Fix her ribs and treat her wounds," he said, his voice firmer now. "I’ll wait over there."

The healer gave a quick nod and got back to work, her hands glowing faintly as she passed them over my injuries. I felt warmth where her energy flowed—soothing, calming. The pain in my ribs dulled, the swelling faded, and the ache in my back eased.

When she was done, she gave me a nod and a faint smile before gathering her things. With a bow toward Alpha Calvin, she left the room quietly.

For a moment, it was silent.

Then Calvin turned around, grabbed a chair from the corner, and pulled it to the side of my bed. He sat slowly, elbows on his knees, eyes never leaving my face. There was no rage in his expression now. No cruelty. Just curiosity. Deep and intense.

"Tell me about yourself," he said calmly. "Everything."

I swallowed hard... What should I tell him? The truth? What if he is one of the people who wants to kill me and may have recognized me by my birthmark? No... I can’t tell him the truth... I can’t trust anyone.

"My name is Riya... English name Rebecca... I’m from India."

The lie slipped out smoothly and practiced. I knew he’d believe it—my features, my accent, my story. It was enough to make the truth invisible.

He furrowed his brow, confused, but I continued.

"My parents died years ago," I added quietly. "I’m their only child."

His frown deepened, but he said nothing.

"I left India a few years ago," I went on, letting the lies roll off my tongue. "I met Sofia in one of the cities. She told me about werewolves. I wanted to learn more... ended up getting involved with a few packs. I never expected to end up like this."

I looked up at him, wondering if he believed my lies, but it seemed he did—though he seemed confused.

And then, under his breath, he muttered,

"You can’t be her..."

My heart jumped.

I tried to keep my voice light.

"Who?"

He was quiet for a long moment, like he was wrestling with something in his mind. Then he let out a slow breath and looked at me again, this time with something almost vulnerable in his eyes.

"My missing little sister."

I blinked.

"Your... sister?"

gave a faint nod,

ignoring the dull ache

"Where is she?"

His jaw tightened.

"I don’t know."

staring off like he was remembering something

born... my parents gave her to my father’s most trusted warrior. Told him to take her

at

"Why?"

He hesitated... then said,

"Because she was special."

"Special how?"

his eyes, flicking briefly to my back, to the place

gift. A rare one. It only passes to female children, and even then, it skips generations. It hasn’t

didn’t

it the moment she was born," he continued. "The mark appeared on her back—same place as yours. Shaped like a

kind of ability?" I asked, though I wasn’t sure I

heal... teleport... there was so much she could do. But gifts like that attract enemies. Powerful ones. The seer warned my parents—if she grew up in the Nightshade Pack, someone would kill her before her powers matured. She had to be

couldn’t explain why I felt

He sighed and continued.

eighteen now,

forced my

Couldn’t they find

his face carefully guarded, but for a brief second... I

of pain in his

dead," he

My breath caught.

"Oh..."

years ago." His voice was firm, but I could

in

tilted my head

"What do you mean?"

fingers

a spiritual coma. For the past

I blinked.

"A coma... from what?"

for a second, like he wasn’t sure if he should tell me.

mother heals. She was born with an incredible gift of healing and

His jaw clenched.

She thought it was a

My heart raced.

"Betrayed?"

He nodded once.

her friend and her friend’s husband had brought a witch... to drain her powers. They

my hand covering my

voice filled with pain

fight, but she was too weak. My father, who’d been given a more dangerous poison, never woke up. He died there. Right

chill passed

Calvin’s eyes grew distant.

killed her so-called friend,

I couldn’t speak.