Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 261: Second Chance Mate

Olivia’s POV

I looked... different.

Beautiful.

Stunning.

My blonde hair had been pulled into a neat bun, delicately adorned with silver pins that shimmered in the light. My face was softly dusted with powder and highlighted in all the right places, giving me a glowing, flawless finish. A bold red lipstick settled on my lips, making me look like someone I barely recognized in the mirror.

"You look so beautiful, my lady," the maid standing beside me said with a warm smile.

I gave her a soft, sad smile in return. "Thank you."

But deep down, my heart ached.

At this moment, I missed Nora and Lolita. My closest friends. My sisters in spirit. They should’ve been here, fussing over my makeup and helping me into my dress while teasing me about the night ahead.

Pain hit my chest. I hadn’t seen them when I went back to the packhouse. Had they been reassigned?

Before I could drown further in my thoughts, a knock landed softly on the door.

"Come in," I said.

The door opened, and there stood Calvin—dressed in a tailored black suit with a red tie that matched my dress. He looked every bit the noble Alpha he was, confident and poised. But when his eyes landed on me, his expression shifted.

For a moment, he just stared.

"Wow..." he said finally, stepping inside. "You look absolutely breathtaking."

A small blush crept to my cheeks. "Thank you."

He walked over, extending his arm with a smirk. "It’s time."

I hesitated for a second, then took his arm as I stood. He glanced down at me with a proud smile, but I could see the concern in his eyes too.

"Are you nervous?" he asked gently.

I let out a slow breath. "A little."

He squeezed my hand. "Don’t be. You’re stronger than anyone in that room. All you have to do tonight... is be you."

nodded slowly, holding onto his words

held—I would face

that was meant to reassure me,

the unfamiliar view. This territory... this home... it was supposed to be

floated, casting a warm golden glow over the courtyard. Guards stood along the path, dressed sharply, their expressions respectful as they bowed slightly when we passed. Everything looked

I saw the hall ahead—the pack hall. Grand, tall, and lit up

My heart fluttered.

my

throat was dry. "As I’ll

opened... and silence

us

wine colors, elegant gowns and sharp suits, adorned with jewels and silks. A soft hum of whispers rose in the air as I stepped in beside my brother, and I suddenly realized—he hadn’t invited just anyone. This was a gathering of elites. High-ranking Alphas. Beta families. Witches. Warlocks. Nobles. Creatures from every corner of the supernatural

My eyes widened slightly.

to compose myself, feeling hundreds of eyes drink

from

"Is that her?"

"The lost one?"

even more beautiful in

let it get to me, but it was overwhelming.

"You’re doing great. They’re

gaze across

features, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit.

in my mind,

glancing at Calvin.

"Him?" he murmured. "He’s a vampire. One of the oldest. From the

I stiffened slightly.

a threat," Calvin added

I wasn’t so sure. His stare felt deeper than curiosity—it felt... knowing. Like he could see

I looked away quickly.

feel his

at the center of the room. A single table stood there, dressed in rich velvet and

slowly, smoothing the skirt of my red dress with trembling hands. Calvin stood beside me, raising a hand slightly to draw the attention of the crowd. A hush fell over the

Calvin began, his voice deep and commanding. "Tonight, you are not just attending another gathering of the supernatural elite. You are here to witness the return of

speaking, something stirred inside

rose

She howled.