Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 465: We Meet Again

Olivia’s POV

For a moment, I couldn’t move. I just stood there, staring, my heart slamming against my ribs as if it was trying to make sense of what I was seeing.

My parents.

The two people I thought I’d never see again.

My breath caught as my eyes roamed over them.

Mother looked... different somehow. Her face had more color than I remembered, and she’d gained a little weight—not too much, just enough to make her look healthy. Her eyes glistened when they met mine, filling with tears instantly.

But it was him who froze me to the core.

My father.

The man I’d mourned for years. The man I’d buried in my memories when I was fourteen.

He stood there alive, real, breathing—looking older, yes, but still every inch the father I remembered. His dark hair was streaked with silver now, his broad shoulders still proud, though I could see the weight of time in his eyes.

I couldn’t speak. My mouth opened, but no words came out. My body felt locked between shock, anger, and disbelief.

How?

How was this possible?

My father took a slow step forward, his gaze soft and full of guilt. "Olivia," he whispered, his voice trembling.

Hearing him say my name broke something inside me.

Tears filled my eyes, and before I could stop myself, I moved—one step, then another, then I was running.

into my

I finally let go. The tears came hard and fast,

sobbed against my hair. "Oh, Olivia, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so

words shook me. Sorry? Sorry will

pulled away, I turned to my father. "You..." I choked

pained smile. "I’m

tightened. "You let me believe you were

in his eyes. "It wasn’t by choice," he said quietly. "There were... things

at him, stunned. "Protect me

was enough to make

all these years! You don’t get to show up now

away, trembling. "Do you have any idea what it was like? To think you were dead?" I said, glaring at my father, then turned to my mother. "And you? You knew all this time, and you never told me anything. You

fell harder. "I’m

to hate

Truly, I did.

pain of losing them—the anger, the emptiness, the sleepless nights wondering why they betrayed me

they were, standing in

just wanted to

my hands trembling. "I want to hate you both for leaving

softened. "We are sorry," he said quietly. "Alpha Levi reached out to us. He

blinked, caught off

About what

sighed and slowly sank down onto the sofa, my legs suddenly weak. "Of course he did," I muttered under my breath. "He always thinks

knee.

laugh. "That’s what everyone

a strand of hair from my face. "Because we worry. You’ve been through so much,

Her warmth, her familiar scent, the way her eyes still carried that same motherly love

mother by blood, it didn’t matter. She was

missed you,"

softened, her voice trembling. "I missed you