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

I would recognize

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

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

walked

cinnamon hitting my nose.

gaze was locked

hadn’t seen

chin resting in one palm, her fingers idly stirring her drink as

watching her. My chest tightened. She was my half-sibling... my

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

watched the blood drain from her face. Her hand froze mid-air. Her mouth

She recognized me instantly.

"Olivia..." she whispered.

she

she

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

my hand for a handshake. "I’m

my surprise, she

and pulled me into a

A real one.

Warm. Tight. Familiar.

froze for a moment, caught off guard. Then slowly, I relaxed into her

so great to finally meet you," she

would’ve come to the Pack House to see you sooner,

by how open she was. "You...

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

she was

stared back

so much alike it was

cheekbones. Same

hair—the same color as my natural one (mine was blonde now), and

"The eyes are different, but everything else? It’s like

"Yeah... it’s

sit with me," she said, motioning to the seat across from her. "I’d love to talk... and I have about a

only for a second before sliding

noticed a few people still staring, whispering. Sofia noticed

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