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, his

forward slightly, ignoring the dull ache

"Where is she?"

His jaw tightened.

"I don’t know."

rubbed his hands together slowly, staring off like he was remembering something

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

at him,

"Why?"

He hesitated... then said,

"Because she was special."

"Special how?"

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

"there’s a gift. A rare one. It only passes to female children,

in my throat. I didn’t understand why his words

appeared on her back—same place as yours. Shaped like a crescent wrapped in flames. It meant she

kind of ability?" I asked, though

enemies. Powerful ones. The seer warned my parents—if she grew up in the Nightshade Pack, someone would kill her before

why I felt so

He sighed and continued.

should be eighteen now, but I

my

parents? Couldn’t they

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

pain

is dead,"

My breath caught.

"Oh..."

was firm, but I could hear the

she’s not in

my head

"What do you mean?"

fingers threading tightly

a spiritual coma. For the past

I blinked.

"A coma... from what?"

looked hesitant for a second, like he wasn’t sure if he should tell me. But then... he

teleports and her mother heals. She was born with an incredible gift of healing and teleportation. People respected her... admired

His jaw clenched.

years ago, she went to her best friend’s birthday party. She thought it was a simple visit.

My heart raced.

"Betrayed?"

He nodded once.

mother woke—half-conscious—she realized her friend and her friend’s

hand

voice filled with

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

chill passed

Calvin’s eyes grew distant.

my mother fought. She killed her so-called friend, teleported back home... carrying my father’s lifeless body

I couldn’t speak.