Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 272: Meeting My Mother

Olivia’s POV

A knock landed on my door, and I instantly knew it was Calvin.

"Come in," I called softly.

The door creaked open, and Calvin stepped in with a warm smile spreading across his face the moment his eyes met mine. I was starting to get used to that smile—the way it lit up like just seeing me made his whole day better.

"Good morning," I greeted, rising to my feet.

"Morning," he replied as he stepped further into the room. "How was your night?"

I smiled and lied, "It was great."

The truth? It wasn’t.

All night, I’d tossed and turned, thoughts of the triplets haunting my mind. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake them off. Their faces, their voices, their touch... it was like a ghost that wouldn’t leave.

But I couldn’t tell Calvin that.

He nodded slowly, maybe sensing something behind my smile. "Come with me. I want you to meet Mother."

My breath caught.

Our mother?

My heart skipped a beat.

I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was anxious but also... strangely eager. He led the way, and I followed him through a quiet hallway. The air grew cooler the deeper we walked, and the walls dimmed with shadow as we turned into a passage I hadn’t seen before.

Finally, we reached a door at the very end.

It was old, carved with strange symbols I couldn’t read.

Calvin pushed it open gently, and the scent of herbs and age washed over us as we stepped inside.

The room was dimly lit by a few flickering candles placed around the corners. It was silent... heavy... like time stood still here.

And in the center, was a bed.

My steps slowed.

There—lying still and lifeless on the bed—was a woman.

My breath caught in my throat as I drew closer.

Her face.

I’d seen it before.

At the rooftop.

In my dreams.

This was her.

Calvin stood beside me, his voice low. "Meet our mother."

My eyes widened as I looked at him, then back at the woman who looked like she was having a peaceful sleep.

not dead," he continued. "She’s in a spiritual coma. Has been

in my eyes. "Can’t she be healed?"

with pain. "No healer has been able to help her," he murmured. "They’ve tried everything. For ten

ached. Ten years of being like

try? What if I use my abilities? Maybe I can reach

at me then gently shook his

know the full range of what you’re capable of. If anything goes wrong..." His voice

of losing

Fear of losing me.

Olivia," he added. "But

understanding. I wasn’t ready yet—not if trying

back to her and stepped closer to the bed. Slowly, I reached out and gently took

the

thumb brushing lightly over her fingers. "I’m Olivia...

down my cheek,

can’t wait to really meet you one day.

at Calvin, then back at

you back. Just

of her hand, I

a weak smile before leading me out of

the lighter part

have a few meetings to attend," he said quietly. "Pack matters. I’ll come check on you later,

nodded, giving him a

up just nodding back

my room,

mother... had shifted something deep inside me. She was real. She was here. And now I understood

peaceful face in

A maid peeked in.

a small bow, "Alpha Joel of the Stone Pack is here to see

confused.

waiting in

me to get

I said, smoothing my hair.

downstairs and entered the

hands in his pockets. He turned when he heard me

My steps slowed slightly.

He was handsome.

calm, confident look that made it hard to guess he was an Alpha. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties, with neat dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and eyes that seemed to

politely and

a pleasure

him a small nod, still watching him carefully. "You too, Alpha

Joel. No

gave a faint

he said, his voice low and sincere. "I wasn’t able to make it to your welcome celebration. I was caught up in urgent matters at

alright," I said politely.

thought it was time we met properly," he continued. "Also, I would like to

raised a brow slightly but kept my

who had asked me to dinner, and

intact, though my thoughts were elsewhere. He was kind, charming even... but I barely knew him, and his invitation to dinner, while flattering,

he finally left, I exhaled quietly and made my way back to

inside, I let out a tired

room was quiet.

The space felt beautiful but unfamiliar. Like it belonged to

supposed to