Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 101: Something Happened

Chapter 101: Sothing Happened

Olivia's POV

I took a taste of the chocolate and smiled. It was delicious—just the way I had imagined. This was my favorite, and I wondered how they had been able to find it. Taking another bite, I crossed my legs and stared at the gifts spread across my bed. I thought of their words, how they promised this had nothing to do with the full moon. A part of wanted to believe them, but another part of felt it was strange—so strange. These were n who had hated for no reason, so why, all of a sudden, were they giving gifts?

A knock landed on my door, and I straightened up, asking the person in.

The door pushed open, revealing the triplets' mother. She flashed a warm smile before stepping in.

Respectfully, I stood to my feet and slightly lowered myself.

"You don't have to," she said in a friendly manner. "You are Luna… rember that." She sat on the couch opposite .

I nodded and sank back onto the bed, wondering why she had co. She didn't speak imdiately; instead, her eyes fell on the presents on the bed. A small smile curved over her lips.

"The Alphas got you these?" she asked.

I swallowed hard and nodded.

A bigger smile appeared on her face before she turned to look at . "I knew they never stopped loving you," she said in a tone that sounded certain.

I furrowed my brow. They never stopped loving ? What was she even talking about? The triplets hated . They hated because I was tagged the daughter of a thief. When I needed them the most, they disappeared from my life and inflicted pain on .

"Sorry, but I think you're wrong… the triplets never loved ," I said with a murmur. "If they loved , they wouldn't have left the mont I needed them. They wouldn't have cut ties with because my father was tagged a thief, and I was demoted to an oga. If they had loved , they wouldn't have gone after Anita—my best friend. Hell, if they had loved , they wouldn't have fucked Anita right before on our wedding night."

The warmth drained from her eyes, replaced by sothing more serious—like she had waited a long ti to say this.

"I understand your anger, Olivia," she said gently. "But… are you sure you know everything that happened?"

I blinked, my heart skipping. "What are you talking about?"

She leaned forward slightly, her fingers lacing together. "I don't know what exactly happened between you and my sons. They never told … and trust , I asked. But what I do know is that whatever it was, it broke them."

I frowned, confused. "What do you an broke them?"

"For weeks, Olivia." Her voice dropped. "Weeks. Each of them locked themselves in their rooms. No training, no etings, no food unless I forced them to eat. They were—gone. Like their souls had left them. I've never seen anything like it. They wouldn't talk, not even to each other. All they did was sit in the darkness of their separate rooms."

A chill ran down my spine.

"Lennox smashed the mirror in his room," she continued, her voice trembling with the mory. "Levi nearly shifted out of control during one of his episodes. And Louis… Louis didn't speak a single word for ten days straight."

"But…" I shook my head, a lump forming in my throat. "I was the one hurting. My father was arrested. I was cast out and made to scrub floors. They… they stopped talking to ."

She looked at with pain in her eyes. "I know what it looked like, Olivia. And I don't have all the answers. But the boys I raised—those boys loved you. I saw it in them."

I swallowed hard. "They didn't love . If they did, why would they do all that? Why would they throw away like garbage?"

"I don't know," she admitted, sounding confused. "But they refuse to tell what you did."

"What I did?" My voice rose in disbelief. "I didn't do anything—"

"Then why, Olivia?" she asked, not accusingly, but with genuine confusion. "Why do they look like they're punishing themselves every day? Why do they train until they bleed, until they pass out? Why do they all carry this… pain?"

Pain?

My head spun.

Nothing made sense anymore. I had spent all this ti believing they had betrayed … that they hated . But now I was hearing a different story, one filled with pain I didn't know they had suffered.

"I don't understand," I whispered, my eyes stinging with tears.

"I'm not asking you to forgive them," she said kindly. "I just want you to see that maybe… maybe there's more to this story than you rember."

I looked away, unsure of what to feel.

Was there sothing I didn't know?

Or sothing I had forgotten?

My fingers gripped the edge of the bed as I struggled to steady my breathing. Her words stirred sothing inside —a mory, blurry and distant, clawing at the edges of my mind. I shook my head, trying to grasp it.

"I…" I paused, blinking rapidly. "I rember the day my father was arrested. It was my fourteenth birthday."

Her gaze sharpened, clearly surprised.

"The triplets ca to see ," I continued slowly, my voice dropping to a whisper. "Each of them brought a gift. Three little boxes, each wrapped differently. They smiled and told not to open them yet. Lennox said, 'Open it tonight, after the party. We want it to be a surprise.'"

My chest ached at the mory—the way they had looked at that day, like I ant the world to them. That day, I wanted to confess sothing to them, sothing I was scared of saying, but I decided to wait until I opened their gifts.

"I was so happy…" My throat tightened. "I rember putting the boxes on my table and rushing downstairs. I wanted to wait, just like they said. But that was the sa day everything went to hell."

She remained silent, watching intently.

"My father was accused of stealing from the Alpha. They dragged him in front of the entire pack. The triplets were there too. I looked at them—I looked at them— for comfort, but they wouldn't even et my eyes."

Tears threatened the corners of my vision, but I blinked them away.

"I didn't think of the gifts until the next day," I murmured. "When I went back to my room… they were gone. The boxes. All of them. Just gone."

Her brows furrowed. "Gone? Did you ask anyone?"

"I tried to go to the triplets," I whispered. "I thought maybe… maybe they ca to get the gifts themselves, or wanted to comfort . But the guards stopped at the gate. They said none of the triplets wanted to see . That they gave orders to keep out."

That mont ca crashing back into my chest like a blade. The confusion. The pain. The sha.

"After that, everything changed. I was stripped of my title. People stopped talking to . And the triplets… they were just gone from my life. Like I never mattered."

I looked up at her, eyes hollow. "But now I'm wondering… what if sothing happened with those gifts? What if sothing was inside them? Sothing that… set everything off?"

She leaned forward. "Do you think that's possible?"

"I don't know," I whispered, my head pounding. "I can't rember clearly. It's all… foggy. But I keep getting this gut feeling that I missed sothing. That sothing happened between the mont I left those boxes in my room and the mont my father was arrested."

Her face grew pale. "You think soone might have… tampered with the gifts?"

"I don't know." I hugged my knees to my chest. "But why did the gifts disappear?"

She was quiet for a long while, and then she said, "Olivia… maybe it's ti to find out what really happened. For your sake. For theirs."

I nodded slowly, fear pooling in my stomach.

Whatever happened that day—whatever truth had been buried—it was ti to dig it up.

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