Fated To Not Just One, But Three

: Tell Me About Yourself

Olivia’s POV

I appeared back in my room and quietly made my way toward the one I assumed my mother was staying in. Reaching the door, I inhaled deeply before pushing it open.

Stepping inside, I found her seated on the bed, her back resting against the headboard, while Calvin sat beside her, feeding her small bites of food.

The moment her eyes landed on me, a big, bright smile spread across her face. It was the kind of smile that reached her eyes, softening her features. Something about it felt... contagious. I couldn’t help but smile back.

I walked closer to the bed, and she immediately patted the space beside her, urging me to sit. I didn’t hesitate. I lowered myself onto the mattress.

Her gaze swept over me slowly, deliberately, as if memorizing every detail of my face. "You look so beautiful," she said softly, warmth coating every syllable.

I smiled faintly. "All thanks to your genes."

Her face brightened even more, and for a moment, I found myself staring at her—this woman who had given birth to me. My biological mother.

And yet... I didn’t know her.

All my life, I had believed Mrs. Parker was my mother. She had raised me, cared for me, loved me in every way that mattered. She never once made me feel like I didn’t belong to her. I never questioned it. Not once.

Mrs. Parker had been a good mother to me. And I had tried, in my own way, to be a good daughter to her.

But now... sitting here, looking at the woman who had brought me into this world, I didn’t know what to expect or feel.

I didn’t know if the choices I’d made—or the choices I was about to make—would disappoint her.

opinions anymore... I realized I

everything about yourself... I’m dying to know you," she said, sounding so eager

life hadn’t been all that interesting... There was nothing worth telling, nothing that stood out from the past few years. Still, I knew

the bed.

eyes bright with curiosity. "I just

I didn’t know what was safe to share. My life hadn’t been a fairytale. It wasn’t full of glamorous stories or joyful memories. Most of it had been quiet, uneventful—at least for the past four years.

hope in her eyes made it impossible to stay

in the Full Moon Pack with the Parkers," I began slowly. "Father was a warrior, and Mother worked in the pack hospital as a nurse before Father was framed and sent to jail—or so I thought. After that, Mother and I became omegas, working in the pack

attention fixed on me like I was telling her the most

shrug. "But I didn’t mind. I liked quiet places. I liked... staying in my own little

sound boring

in my throat. I looked down at our joined hands, unsure if I could meet her gaze without

more," I murmured after a moment. "Things I’m...

everything, Olivia. The good. The

still say that

spilled out, expecting her to be shocked—but she wasn’t. She had that calm look

her everything. What those bastards did to you," Calvin suddenly spoke for the first time

Calvin so fast my neck almost

sharper than I intended.

even look guilty. "Of course I told her. She’s your mother. She has the right to know what those

tightened, anger flaring inside me. "That was my story to tell,

off, his voice rising. "You’ve been through hell because of them, and you

building inside me. "No, you don’t