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.

I knew that

I would

casually at a corner table, as she sipped her drink, completely looking lost

and I had no idea what to do. Should I pretend I didn’t see her? Walk away? But I couldn’t.

my instinct, I walked toward the small coffee

cinnamon hitting my nose. The few people inside turned briefly, their eyes widening

gaze was locked on

hadn’t seen

drink as she stared outside. She looked troubled. Like

stood still for a moment, just watching her. My chest tightened. She was my half-sibling...

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

from her face. Her hand froze mid-air.

She recognized me instantly.

"Olivia..." she whispered.

seemed she knew

she stood up

I paused, unsure of what to say. My heart thudded in my chest as I gave

said quietly, extending my hand for a handshake.

to my surprise, she

forward and

A real one.

Warm. Tight. Familiar.

caught off guard.

meet you," she whispered

eyes were glistening a little. She offered a small, shy smile. "I would’ve come to the Pack House to see

stunned by how open she was. "You...

course I did... and seeing you

she was taking in a long-lost

stared back

so much alike it was

Same nose.

long, silky black hair—the same color as my natural one (mine was blonde now), and then our age difference... she seemed to be

are different, but everything else? It’s like looking

it’s

it seemed genuine. "Come on, sit with me," she said, motioning to the seat across

a second before sliding

a few people still staring, whispering. Sofia

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