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.

I glared at her. "Don’t pretend to

give her the chance. My body burned with frustration, with hurt, and before she

around me shifted, and when I blinked, I was no

Alpha Damien’s living

laughter filled the air as she leaned down, lifting her son into her arms. The little boy giggled, tugging at her hair, while

in my chest grow sharper. She looked happy—happy in a

once, I didn’t know whether I

and her eyes widened. "Olivia... you are here." I nodded, forcing a fake smile, but the

wrong?" she asked as she passed her son gently into the arms of the

past my lips. "I need a glass of whiskey

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

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

My wolf paced inside

across from me, folding her hands on her lap, her worried eyes fixed on me.

And I did.

Frederick’s obsession with Selene, the slap, his rage, the way he held Selene like she was the one he wanted to

but I couldn’t stop. "They don’t trust me," I whispered, gripping the glass tighter. "They think I’m

shook in my hand, but I forced myself to

hand on my shoulder. "I know what it feels like,"

furrowed. "You

To be called 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