Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 415: Pained

Olivia’s POV

I teleported back into my room, my whole body heavy with anger and pain. It was one thing for others to misunderstand me, but for my own mates to think the same? That hurt deeper than anything.

I scoffed bitterly and slumped onto my bed, my silver purse slipping from my fingers to the floor. "Dicks," I spat, the word tasting sour on my tongue. My frown deepened as my chest rose and fell in sharp breaths.

I curled my knees up, hugging them close, but my wolf wouldn’t stay calm. She paced inside me, restless, growling at everything—at Selene’s smug face, at Frederick’s rage, at the triplets’ accusations.

"They should know me better," I whispered into the empty room. "They’re supposed to know me."

My throat tightened, and I pressed my forehead against my knees, fighting the heat behind my eyes. I hated how alone I felt, hated how even the bond that was supposed to protect me made me feel judged instead.

A broken laugh slipped from me. "Jealous? Me? Of her?" My fists clenched the bedsheets. "They’re blind. All of them."

I sat there, fists still clenched in the sheets, when the door creaked open.

"Olivia?" My mother’s voice slipped inside.

My wolf stiffened instantly, ears flat, and I didn’t even lift my head. "What do you want?" I muttered, my tone sharp and filled with irritation.

She stepped in a little farther, her eyes searching my face. "What’s wrong with you? I could feel your emotions from downstairs."

That was it. That was enough to snap the little control I had left.

at

but I didn’t give her the chance. My body burned with frustration, with hurt, and before she could say

when I blinked, I was no longer in that

was in Alpha

she leaned down, lifting her son into her arms. The little boy giggled, tugging at her hair, while she smiled at him like nothing

I froze. Watching her, so carefree, so happy, I felt the ache in my chest grow sharper. She

at once, I didn’t know whether I wanted to scream... or

you are here." I nodded, forcing a fake smile, but the look on Sofia’s face

passed her son gently into the

past my lips. "I

she didn’t argue. Instead, she gave a small nod. "Come," she

led me upstairs, into her room. She went to a shelf, poured amber liquid into a glass, and handed it to me

fast, letting the burn spread down my throat. My wolf paced inside me, restless, but the whiskey dulled her growl just a

her lap, her

And I did.

way he held Selene like she was the one he

"They don’t trust me," I whispered, gripping the glass tighter.

my hand, but I

and placed a hand on my shoulder. "I know what it feels like," she said

furrowed. "You

jealous when you’re just... scared. To have people twist your pain into something ugly you never meant. To carry the weight of everyone’s judgment while no one actually