Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 325: Her Suggestion

Olivia’s POV

I arrived back in my room, and thankfully, no one was there. The quiet was a relief. I went straight to the shower, letting the warm water run over me, trying to wash away the heaviness clinging to my chest.

Afterward, I dressed in something simple—a black denim skirt that stopped just above my knees and a fitted yellow off-shoulder top. I tied my hair into a neat ponytail, slipped on a pair of sandals, and stood for a moment in front of the mirror. But my mind wasn’t on my reflection.

As I adjusted my top, the earlier confrontation with the triplets replayed in my mind. I couldn’t understand why Levi and Louis thought I loved Lennox more than them. I’d never shown favoritism... at least, not intentionally. Yes, I loved them differently, but never more or less. Or... was I doing something wrong without realizing it? Was it my words? My actions? My reactions?

The way Levi had spoken, it felt like he had been carrying that thought in his head for a long time. I inhaled deeply and spoke into the mirror as I stared at my reflection.

"What should I do?" I whispered to my wolf.

She was silent for a moment before finally speaking. "Maybe you should give Lennox less attention... and more to Louis and Levi."

I frowned, my hands tightening around the edge of the dresser. "That’s not fair," I whispered back. "I can’t just... ration my love like it’s something I can measure. They’re all mine. They’re all part of me. I love them in my own way, differently, yes—but not more, not less."

Still, the doubt lingered. My wolf’s words had planted a seed I didn’t like, but couldn’t ignore. I thought of the way Levi’s eyes had dimmed earlier... the way Louis had looked away instead of meeting my gaze. It was like they’d been holding that thought in for a long time, like this wasn’t the first time they’d wondered.

I sighed heavily and pressed my palms flat against the table, leaning closer to the mirror. "What am I supposed to do?" I muttered again.

No answer came this time. Just the steady thud of my heartbeat and the quiet hum of my thoughts—thoughts I wished I could silence.

voice rebounded in my head... that

and

right at the mirror in front of me, as if I

my dead body,"

"Then on your dead body it shall be," she spat, before vanishing as suddenly

for me to ask them in before they pushed the door open. When I looked at the door through the mirror, I

my mother. Ever since I knew of her existence, I had wanted to meet with her... have a lot of deep conversations that only mothers and daughters have. But with her... it felt

from me, her eyes scanning me as if trying to read what was in my mind. I didn’t speak. I didn’t trust my voice not to

tone soft but carrying that weight

gave a faint shrug. "I’m

doesn’t look like that," she murmured, her hand lifting slightly as if to touch my cheek but pausing

chest tightened. "Is there a problem

"Maybe not. But you are the daughter

threatened to spill from my mouth,

I thought she might

to her

happened the last time we spoke," she said quietly, her gaze dropping to the floor. "But whatever I’m doing, it’s for your own

in spite. "I don’t love him, and I don’t want to be with him. Why is