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.

said, but her voice sounded strained...

knew she couldn’t see it. "What’s

voice came through the mind link, soft and tired. "I’m at the pack hospital. My son’s been ill for a few days now... and

tightened instantly. "Why didn’t you tell me

want to bother you. You’ve already been dealing with so

don’t care," I cut her

she could argue, I

wolf stirred anxiously inside me. I followed Sofia’s scent down the quiet

and low voices filled the air. I spotted Sofia sitting beside a bed, her posture

she looked shocked and got

looked... different. Thinner. Her cheeks had hollowed out, her skin pale, and there were faint shadows under her eyes. She had been living here, fighting this battle alone, and I hadn’t even

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 shape

over the boy’s forehead. My wolf whimpered softly inside me, urging me to act. "What’s wrong with him, Sofia?"

lips trembling. "The healers have done everything they can. They’ve managed to stabilize him for

heart pounded. "Not enough? What does

marrow transplant. And the match... it has to

a punch to the gut. My gaze

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

trembling before the first tear slid down her cheek. "I... I don’t know," she whispered, her voice

"Confused?!" I hissed, my voice echoing too loudly in the ward. "This is your son’s life we’re talking about, Sofia. You don’t