Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 432: The punishment

Olivia’s POV

"I have told you guys already... you men are not laying your eyes on me for a week. This is your punishment," I spat over the mind link the moment I decided to accept it. For two whole days, the triplets had been trying to reach me through the link, but I had ignored them every single time. Today, I finally accepted it—not to forgive them, but to deliver their punishment myself.

"Oli," Lennox pleaded desperately from the other side of the link. "We’re sorry, baby... why don’t you come over and let’s talk?"

My heart twisted at his voice, but I forced it back into stone. I had to learn how to harden my heart against them. If I didn’t, they’d keep breaking me over and over again.

"Never," I snapped. "Until the one week is over, you men aren’t setting your eyes on me."

I could hear Louis take a deep breath, heavy and slow. "We’re sorry... we truly are." His voice was so soft, so sincere, that for a moment my wolf stirred, reaching out to them, but once again I built my walls back up.

"I don’t care about your apologies," I answered coldly. "Words don’t fix what’s been done."

A moment of silence stretched across the link. It felt heavy, like a storm building on the horizon. Then Levi’s voice came, quiet but aching. "We miss you..."

My chest tightened, but I stayed silent, staring at the ceiling as I sat curled on my bed. My fingers trembled where they clutched the sheets. My wolf whimpered softly inside me, but I ignored her.

I missed them too.

But right now, I couldn’t let their words get to me.

"No," I whispered under my breath, though the link was still open. "You don’t get to miss me now. You should have thought about that before."

For a moment, I thought they would argue again, try to convince me, but the link stayed quiet. Too quiet. I almost hated it more than their begging.

himself together with threads. "Olivia... one

clenched my jaw and snapped the link shut

but it wasn’t peace. It was

do this. They need to be punished." But why does it feel like I’m punishing myself instead? The more I pushed them away, the more

inside

hurting yourself," she

hissed out loud, gripping the edge of the bed. "They need to be

still felt like I was tearing myself apart. My chest ached. My body craved them. Two days without seeing their faces, without feeling their warmth—it was agony. Torture. And I wasn’t

teleported.

my mind caught up. I had come for Selene. I needed to know if she was

outside her door when I heard muffled, low,

you acting this cold toward me?"

bitterly.

my presence brushed their auras, both

it. They

pushed the door

heads whipped toward

different—warmer, less like the cold predator I had first met. His aura felt heavier too, as though something

her cheeks flushed. But it was her neck that made

invisible hickeys

my wolf bristling in my

When did she get that from,