Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 174: It Should Have Been Me

Olivia’s POV

I burst into the room—and froze.

Lying unconscious on Lennox’s bed were the triplets. Three of them. Lifeless. Pale. Surrounded by healers working frantically, their brows furrowed in concentration.

My heart stopped.

The mont my presence was noticed, everyone turned to look at except the healers, who were focused on the triplets.

Lady Fiona was the first to move. Her eyes were already wet with tears. She looked at like I had stabbed her in the heart.

"What have you done?" she whispered, her voice shaking with grief and disbelief. She didn’t need to ask. Her tone said she already knew.

I opened my mouth to speak, to defend myself—but nothing ca out. So I shut it again, swallowing the lump in my throat.

Sir Damon said nothing. He Just stared at blankly, then turned his eyes back to his sons, his face etched with worry.

And then there was Alpha Damien.

His eyes were wild. Furious. Like a storm trapped behind them. He marched toward , and before I could even react, he grabbed my wrist.

"Wait—Alpha Damien—" I started, but he wasn’t listening.

He dragged out of the room with so much force I nearly stumbled. I wanted to resist, to pull away—but sothing told not to. Sothing told this wasn’t the ti to fight him.

His rage was suffocating, burning off him in waves. He didn’t speak until we reached his room. He shoved the door open, yanked inside, and slamd it shut behind us.

Then he turned—and suddenly pushed against the wall.

My back hit the cold surface with a thud, and I gasped. I tried to sidestep him, but he caged in—his arms braced on either side of my head, his body too close.

Our eyes locked, and I could see the rage in his eyes.

He leaned in suddenly, his nose brushing against my neck as he sniffed .

His whole body stiffened.

The anger in his gaze darkened.

"Who was he?" he asked, his voice low but filled with rage.

I frowned, lifting my chin, refusing to flinch under his gaze. "None of your concern."

He slamd his hand into the wall beside my head, making jump. "Of course it’s my fucking concern!" he growled.

"We’re in a ga, Olivia! We have a plan—a strategy! You and I—how the hell do you expect the others to believe in us if you go around fucking soone else!"

"I didn’t fuck anyone," I snapped, my voice sharper than I ant.

He laughed bitterly. "No? You didn’t fuck him?" His lips curled, his eyes narrowing. "But you made out with him, didn’t you? I can sll him on you. His wolf is still clinging to your skin."

"That’s none of your business!" I shot back, shoving against his chest. He didn’t budge.

"You think I don’t know what this is about?" he snarled. "You want your payback—for what the triplets did. For all the pain. I get it, Olivia. I do. But if you’re going to get even, it has to be with ."

I stared at him, stunned.

His voice dropped, raw and ragged. "If anyone was supposed to touch you, then it has to be !"

My frown deepened. "What are you saying..."

"I said what I said!" He cut off.

There was sothing else in his voice now. Jealousy, maybe. Or maybe I was just imagining it.

"Only I get to touch you!" he spat.

I scoffed, trying to ignore the heat rising under my skin. "That’s insane. I’m your nephews’ wife."

"I know that," he growled, his voice strained.

His chest was rising and falling fast, his breath heavy, his fists clenched at his sides. For a mont, he looked like he was struggling, fighting sothing inside himself.

"That’s the only thing stopping ," he said, hoarsely. "That’s the only thing keeping from turning you around right now and fucking you against this wall."

I froze.

My lips parted, but no sound ca out.

His jaw clenched, and he stepped in closer.

"You don’t get it, do you?" His voice trembled slightly, not with weakness, but restraint. "The mont I saw you standing at that auction, I thought you were the most beautiful, most goddamn sexy woman I’d ever laid eyes on."

He let out a bitter laugh.

"I would’ve sold my entire fortune, my title, everything I own, if that was what it took to have you."

I stared at him, stunned. My throat was dry, my heart pounding like a drum.

"Don’t push , Olivia," he growled. "You think you’re playing so smart little ga? You have no idea what you’re doing to ."

I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut off.

"Do you even know what you look like? How you walk? How you sll?" His gaze swept over like a wildfire. "You drive insane. And today—coming back slling like him?"

I tried to look away, but he caught my chin gently, forcing to et his eyes.

"Stay away from that man. Do you understand ?" His voice was low but sharp, no room for argunt. "Until this is over—until we are done playing this ga—you stay the hell away from every man."

I swallowed hard, my body tense, my chest tight with a ss of thoughts.

"Now get out," he said, turning away from .

I didn’t move.

"I said get out, Olivia."

I hesitated only for a second, then turned, walked to the door, and opened it. My hand trembled on the handle as I pushed it open and walked out, shutting the door behind .

As I made my way back to the triplets, my mind was a tangled storm of emotions. Rage, confusion, guilt... and sothing I didn’t even want to na. My heart was still racing from everything Alpha Damien said. From the way he touched . From the way he looked at .

I hated it.

I hated that part of didn’t hate it at all.

I pressed a hand to my chest as I turned down the corridor, trying to calm my breathing, trying to make sense of everything. The triplets were unconscious, and sohow—sohow—it was my fault.

All I’d done was make out with Gabriel.

I didn’t an to hurt them. I wanted them to feel just a glimpse. I didn’t know it would make them go unconscious since we didn’t have sex.

But Damien—he made it sound like it was betrayal. Like I’d gone and broken so sacred vow I never agreed to in the first place. And then the things he said...

If anyone was supposed to touch you, it had to be .

I would’ve sold everything just to have you.

My steps slowed.

Did he an it? Or was it just the heat of the mont? So twisted mix of possessiveness and jealousy tangled up in the plan we were supposed to be playing?

Or... was it sothing more?

No. No, it couldn’t be. It shouldn’t be. I was the triplets’ wife. Damien was their uncle.

And yet... when he touched , when he pressed against the wall, when he looked at like I was the only woman in the world—it didn’t feel wrong.

That was the worst part.

It didn’t feel wrong.

I reached the door and paused. I could hear soft voices inside. Lady Fiona’s hushed murmurs, one of the healers responding quietly. I pressed a hand against the door but didn’t push it open right away.

Instead, I leaned my forehead against the wood.

What was happening to ?

Gabriel. Damien. The triplets. This ga we were playing—it was starting to feel less like a strategy and more like a trap. One I’d set for myself.

I closed my eyes, taking a slow, shaky breath. Then I pushed the door open—and stepped inside.