Chapter 102: How Things Changed
Olivia's POV
We stayed quiet for a while. She just sat there, watching , while my mind was full of thoughts. I kept asking myself—did sothing happen that I missed? It didn't make sense. The triplets used to care about . They didn't care about ranks or titles. So why would they cut off just because I beca an oga?
The worst part was how much they changed. I didn't see them for a whole month after everything happened. And when I finally did… the way they looked at —I'll never forget it.
It happened at the training ground.
I had been told to bring water for the warriors. I was only fourteen, carrying two heavy buckets under the hot sun. My hands hurt, and my back ached, but I kept going. I had no choice. That was my new life now—working as an oga beside my mother in the pack house.
When I got to the combat field, the place was loud. Warriors were training, shouting, fighting.
That's when I saw them.
The triplets.
They were standing together, watching a fight. Lennox, Levi, and Louis. They looked older, stronger… colder.
Then they saw .
And all three stared.
Right at .
Their faces were hard. Lennox's jaw clenched. Levi looked away like he didn't even want to see . Louis just glared, then whispered sothing to soone and walked off.
That look… it wasn't sadness. It wasn't even anger.
It was hate.
I froze in place. I wanted to ask them why—what I had done to make them hate so much. I wanted to scream, to cry, to ask them what I had done wrong. But I was just an oga now. Ogas don't speak unless spoken to.
So I dropped my eyes and walked past them, pretending I didn't feel like my heart was breaking. But deep down, I knew sothing wasn't right.
They didn't just stop loving .
They acted like I had hurt them.
"Sothing must have happened," my wolf whispered.
I sucked in a deep breath, blinking back the sting in my eyes.
Maybe sothing did happen.
Maybe there was sothing I didn't rember… sothing I missed.
But even if that were true, nothing could excuse how they treated afterward.
Nothing could make it right.
Because they didn't just ignore .
They destroyed .
Lennox was the first to lash out. One evening, I had just finished setting the table in the dining hall when he walked in with a group of warriors. I bowed my head, like I was supposed to, but he didn't even look at . When I stepped back to leave, he tossed his drink right at —red wine splashing across my face and uniform. The warriors laughed.
Then it was Levi.
He never touched , but his words—his silence—cut deeper than any slap. One ti, I was serving food during a feast. I placed a plate in front of him, and he looked up at , then leaned to the warrior beside him and said, "So it's true ogas don't bathe." Everyone around him laughed. I wanted to disappear.
And Louis… Louis was the cruelest.
He found in the garden one morning, carrying a basket of herbs for the kitchen. He didn't say a word. Just stared at , then smacked the basket out of my hands. Everything spilled. He told I should crawl like the oga I was. And when I stayed quiet—refusing to beg—he knocked over the water barrel I'd just filled, forcing to go all the way back to the well.
Every chance they had, they made sure I rembered my place.
They threw things at —drinks, food, even a book once.
They humiliated in front of others.
They used silence as a weapon, and when they did speak, their words were poison.
I didn't know what I had done.
I still don't.
But whatever it was… it shattered everything.
They hated .
And as if all that wasn't enough…
They started dating Anita.
My best friend.
The one person I thought would always stand by .
I still rember the day I saw her wrapped around Louis's arm, laughing like nothing had happened. Like we hadn't made promises to always be there for each other. Like she hadn't once giggled with when I told her I was developing strange feelings for the triplets.
One by one, they paraded her around the pack house. First it was Levi, then Lennox, then Louis. She was always there—wearing their shirts, sitting on their laps, kissing them in front of everyone. In front of .
They knew what they were doing.
They knew it would hurt.
And still, they did it anyway.
Anita never looked guilty. Not once. She smiled at like she'd won… like I was nothing. She even dared to call "oga girl" in front of others, acting like we'd never spent years dreaming about our future together, about growing up side by side, about mates.
That betrayal cut deeper than anything the triplets did.
Because Anita knew my heart.
She knew how much I loved them—how I waited for my fourteenth birthday so I could tell them about my feelings. And instead of standing by when I was cast out, she climbed into their beds.
That was the final blow.
Not the wine in my face.
Not the humiliation.
Not the silence.
But her—fucking them while I was on my knees scrubbing the floors.
"Olivia, are you okay?" the triplets' mother asked, and that was when I was pulled back to reality and felt the wetness on my cheek. I was crying.
Inhaling deeply, I wiped my face with the back of my hand and looked up at her. I could see the pity and worry in her face, but I ignored it and spoke. "I believe this is not the reason you are here? Sothing must have brought you here."
She hesitated for a mont before nodding. "Yes, Olivia. I am here because of the full moon."
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