Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 326: In Danger

Oliva’s POV

"So... what do you think?" Mother asked, raising a brow at me. She gave me that confident look, like she was offering me the best gift in the world, utterly convinced I wouldn’t dare refuse.

My wolf was already pacing inside me, her hackles raised. And God help me, she was my mother. If she had been anyone else, I would’ve spat in her face for suggesting such rubbish.

With a glare sharp enough to cut steel, I met her eyes. "Never happening, Mother. I’m not marrying Lord Frederick," I hissed.

The anger on her face deepened, but I didn’t care. In fact, in that moment, I regretted healing her. I should’ve just let her stay in the coma. Life would’ve been so much easier for me.

Her eyes darkened with my refusal, but I still didn’t care. Right now, she felt more like a stranger than the woman who gave birth to me.

"This is your destiny, Olivia. You can’t run from it," she snarled, not even giving me a chance to respond before spinning on her heel and storming out, slamming the door behind her.

"She’s acting like a bitch... no offense," my wolf growled.

I frowned—not at my wolf’s choice of words, but at the whole twisted situation I’d found myself in. I thought meeting my real family, learning who I truly was, would finally make me feel happy. But right now? I wished I’d never found out. I wished I could go back to being the Parkers’ daughter... somehow, life had been so much simpler then.

I inhaled deeply, but the air felt thick, suffocating. I could have teleported straight to the triplets, but I wanted them to sort out their issues without me interfering. So instead of mind-linking or appearing before them, I decided to reach out to Sofia. We hadn’t spoken since Lord Frederick’s party. She hadn’t made any effort to contact me.

Hi, Sofia, I called through the mind link.

She didn’t respond at first. But after a few long seconds, her voice finally connected.

but her voice sounded

I knew she couldn’t see it. "What’s going on, Sofia? You sound...

"I’m at the pack hospital. My son’s been ill for a few

instantly. "Why didn’t you tell me earlier?" I asked,

want to bother you. You’ve already been

care," I cut her off. "I’m

argue, I ended the

the moment I arrived at the pack hospital. My wolf stirred anxiously inside me. I followed

voices filled the air.

looked shocked and got to her

and my heart clenched. She looked... different. Thinner. Her cheeks had hollowed out, her skin pale, and there were faint shadows

to the boy lying on the bed. The moment my eyes landed on him, my breath caught in my throat. Even in his frail state, with his small chest rising and falling weakly, there was no denying the resemblance. The

took a shaky step toward the bed, my hand hovering over the boy’s forehead. My wolf whimpered softly inside me, urging

her head slowly, her lips trembling. "The healers have done everything they can. They’ve managed to stabilize him for now... but

heart pounded. "Not enough? What

whispered, "He needs a bone marrow transplant. And the match... it has to come from his

me like a punch to the gut. My gaze flicked between her and

stomach churned, but I forced the words out. "So what

chin trembling before the first tear slid down her cheek. "I... I don’t

echoing too loudly in the ward. "This is your son’s life we’re talking