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.

that voice rebounded in my head... that

them and be with Lord Frederick," she

of me, as

dead body," I

dead body it shall be," she

had just happened, a knock came on my door, but the person didn’t wait for me to ask them in before they

didn’t know what to feel... this woman was 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

a step away 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

tone soft but carrying that weight of authority she always wore like a

a faint shrug.

that," she murmured, her hand lifting slightly as if to touch my cheek but pausing

words hung in the air, and my chest tightened. "Is there a problem with that?" I said, turning

step closer, her reflection now beside mine. "Maybe not. But you are the daughter

bitter reply threatened to spill from my mouth, but I swallowed

a moment I thought she might just leave... but instead, she spoke again.

to her fully.

dropping to the floor. "But whatever I’m doing, it’s for your

don’t want to be with him. Why is that