Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 280

Chapter 280: We Meet

Olivia’s POV

I found myself standing outside the Nightshade Pack house, the cold breeze brushing against my face like a quiet slap.

I hugged my arms around myself, drawing in a shaky breath.

I hadn’t meant to come here. But my wolf had brought me... maybe she just needed space. Maybe I did too.

Either way, I was here now.

And I needed to clear my head.

So I started to walk.

I hadn’t really explored this pack. I’d been here for days, but always locked away in my room. I didn’t even know what the streets looked like or where they led.

With no particular direction, I followed the winding path into the heart of the territory.

It was quiet. Peaceful.

Houses lined the path, some simple and modest, others larger and regal. Children ran across the yards, their laughter echoing faintly. I passed warriors in training gear, older omegas tending to gardens, and a pair of elders sitting beneath a tree, sipping tea and chatting like time didn’t exist.

They saw me. All of them.

And as soon as they recognized who I was... they froze.

Surprise lit up their eyes. Some stood straighter. Others lowered their heads in respect.

I didn’t know what they saw when they looked at me.

But still, they bowed.

I nodded politely, offering a small smile as I walked past. I didn’t want respect... I didn’t want attention. I just needed air.

Eventually, I reached a quaint street with a few small shops—a bookstore, a flower stall, and a little café with a wooden sign swinging gently in the breeze. The smell of roasted beans and baked bread spilled out into the street, warm and comforting.

I was about to pass it when something caught my eye.

Through the large glass window of the café, I saw someone sitting by herself, a tall glass of coffee in hand.

I stopped.

My heart dropped.

My eyes widened.

knew that

from here, I would recognize her

a corner table, as she sipped her

I felt. This was the first time I was actually seeing her, and I had no idea what to do. Should I pretend I didn’t see her? Walk away?

walked toward the small

scent of coffee and cinnamon hitting my nose. The few people inside turned briefly, their eyes widening when they

gaze was

seen me

her chin resting in one palm, her fingers idly stirring her drink as she stared outside. She

a moment, just watching her. My chest tightened. She

and maybe it was the clink of the spoon or the shift in the air, but she finally looked up—and our

drain from her face. Her hand froze mid-air. Her

She recognized me instantly.

"Olivia..." she whispered.

she

tentative smile and moved closer, while she stood up slowly, looking stunned—like she was staring

heart thudded in my chest as I gave her

extending my hand for a handshake. "I’m

surprise, she didn’t take

and pulled

A real one.

Warm. Tight. Familiar.

guard.

so great to finally meet

back, her eyes were glistening a little. She offered a small, shy smile. "I would’ve come

by how open she was.

softly. "Of course I did... and seeing you

studied me like she was taking in

back at

looked so much alike

cheekbones. Same nose.

brown eyes, her long, silky black hair—the same color as my natural one (mine was blonde now), and then our

but everything else? It’s like

"Yeah... it’s a little creepy,

"Come on, sit with me," she said, motioning to the seat across from her. "I’d

for a second before sliding into the

around, I noticed a few people still

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