Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 415

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.

My head jerked up, and I glared at her. "Don’t pretend to care. You never do."

Her lips parted, like she wanted to argue, but I didn’t give her the chance. My body burned with frustration, with hurt, and before she could say another word, I teleported.

The world around me shifted, and when I blinked, I was no longer in that suffocating room.

I was in Alpha Damien’s living room.

And there—across the rug—sat Sofia. Her laughter filled the air as she leaned down, lifting her son into her arms. The little boy giggled, tugging at her hair, while she smiled at him like nothing else in the world mattered.

For a moment, I froze. Watching her, so carefree, so happy, I felt the ache in my chest grow sharper. She looked happy—happy in a way I hadn’t been in so long.

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

Suddenly she noticed my presence and her eyes widened. "Olivia... you are here." I nodded, forcing a fake smile, but the look on Sofia’s face told me she didn’t believe my act.

"What is wrong?" she asked as she passed her son gently into the arms of the nanny standing nearby, then turned fully to me.

I exhaled, a shaky laugh slipping past my lips. "I need a glass of whiskey first."

Her brows rose, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she gave a small nod. "Come," she said softly.

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