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 which

of them and be with

as if I

my dead body," I gritted

"Then on your dead body it shall be," she spat,

had just happened, a knock came on my door, but the person didn’t wait for me to ask them in before they pushed the door open. When I looked at the door through the mirror,

of her existence,

eyes scanning me as if trying to read what was in my mind. I

troubled," she finally said, her tone soft but carrying that weight of

faint shrug.

and I knew she didn’t believe me. "Fine doesn’t look like that," she murmured, her hand lifting slightly as if to touch my cheek but pausing

air, and my chest tightened. "Is there a problem with that?" I said, turning back toward the mirror. "I’m not a

took a step closer, her reflection now beside mine. "Maybe

spill from my mouth, but

then, and for a moment I thought she might just leave... but

me turn to

the last time we spoke," she said quietly, her gaze dropping to the floor. "But whatever I’m doing, it’s for your own good, Olivia... your life is in danger

I don’t want to be with him. Why is that so hard for you