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.

in a spiritual coma. Has been like this for the

blinked through the sting in my eyes. "Can’t she be healed?" I asked

jaw tight with pain. "No healer has

Ten years

I try? What if I use my

looked at me then

of what you’re

losing

Fear of losing me.

only hope, Olivia," he added. "But not now. Please. Finish your training

wasn’t ready yet—not

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

the lump

thumb brushing lightly over her fingers. "I’m

my cheek, landing softly on

really meet you one day. To hear your

hesitated, glancing at Calvin, then back at

"I’ll bring you back. Just hold on a

of her hand,

weak smile before leading me out of the

into the lighter part of

to attend," he said quietly. "Pack matters. I’ll

him a small

but ended up just nodding back before heading off in the

my room, my

mother... had shifted something deep inside me. She was real. She was here. And now I understood why Calvin carried so much weight in

on the edge of my bed, replaying her peaceful face in my mind when a soft knock pulled me out

A maid peeked in.

bow, "Alpha Joel of

confused. "Alpha

waiting in the living

had told me to get used to

my hair. "I’ll be

made my way downstairs and entered the large

in his pockets. He turned when he heard

My steps slowed slightly.

He was handsome.

he was an Alpha. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties, with neat dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and eyes that seemed

politely and stepped

warmly. "It’s a

still watching him carefully. "You

"Please—just Joel. No

a

it to your welcome celebration.

said politely.

me. "I came because I thought it was time we met properly," he continued. "Also, I would like to request that you give me

raised a brow slightly but kept my tone neutral. "I’ll

who had asked me to dinner, and

few more polite words, I kept my smile intact, though my thoughts were elsewhere. He was kind, charming even... but I barely knew him, and his invitation to dinner, while flattering, felt

quietly and

I let

was quiet. Too

and looked around. The space felt beautiful but unfamiliar. Like it belonged to

I supposed to survive