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?"

a faint nod, his expression

leaned forward slightly, ignoring the dull ache in

"Where is she?"

His jaw tightened.

"I don’t know."

slowly, staring off like he was

born... my parents gave her to my father’s most trusted

stared at him,

"Why?"

He hesitated... then said,

"Because she was special."

"Special how?"

his eyes, flicking briefly to my back, to the place where the mark was hidden under

female children, and even then, it skips generations.

pulse thrum in my throat. I didn’t understand why his

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

asked, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to

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

I couldn’t explain why I felt so pulled

He sighed and continued.

now, but

my lips

about your parents? Couldn’t

him, his face carefully guarded, but for a brief

flicker of pain in his

father is dead," he

My breath caught.

"Oh..."

ago." His voice was firm, but I

my mother... she’s not in

tilted my

"What do you mean?"

fingers

coma. For the past eight

I blinked.

"A coma... from what?"

wasn’t sure if he should tell me. But then...

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

His jaw clenched.

party. She thought it was a simple

My heart raced.

"Betrayed?"

He nodded once.

When my mother woke—half-conscious—she realized her friend and her friend’s husband had brought a witch... to drain her

hand

voice

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

chill passed through

Calvin’s eyes grew distant.

that state, my mother fought. She killed her so-called friend, teleported back

I couldn’t speak.