Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 189: She Wolf Meeting

Olivia’s POV

With my appetite already gone, I rose from the table in silence and headed toward the pack hall.

There was a she-wolf eting happening today. And no matter how badly I didn’t want to go, I had to. It was expected of ... as the supposed Luna.

Outside the dining room, I t Nora and Lolita waiting for .

"The won are already gathered in the hall," Nora said softly. "They’re waiting for you."

I nodded without a word and started walking. Both of them followed closely behind.

As we walked, we passed by the sitting area, where workers were busy decorating for Alpha Damien’s birthday celebration tonight. Ribbons, flowers, silver and navy drapes—they were working quickly to make everything look perfect.

But my mind wasn’t on any of it.

My mind kept replaying the triplets’ words at the table.

"Because marking Anita... ans losing Olivia."

"We won’t let that happen."

"You’ll have your grandchildren, but only with the woman we love."

Their words had hit sothing deep inside . I didn’t want them to. I didn’t want to care.

But I did.

"Don’t let their words get to you, Olivia... rember what they did to you," I whispered to myself, forcing those old, painful mories to the front of my mind—just enough to push away any soft feelings starting to grow inside .

It was the only way to keep my walls up.

We finally reached the pack hall.

The mont I stepped inside, the soft hum of chatter stopped. Dozens of she-wolves stood up from their seats in quiet respect. All eyes were on .

I gave them a small nod and walked to the front of the room, where a throne-like seat was placed—one ant for the Luna.

I sat down slowly, keeping my posture straight, my face calm. But inside, I felt anything but calm.

That’s when I saw her.

Seated in the front row, right beside the Beta’s wife, was Lady Fiona.

My eyes lingered on her for a second too long. Sothing about her presence didn’t sit right with .

Her being here wasn’t just about the eting.

It was sothing else.

Sothing I wasn’t ready for.

Moving my gaze away from her, I turned slightly to the register on my left. "Please read out the agenda for today," I said.

But before the register could even open her mouth, Lady Fiona stood up.

"I have sothing to say," she announced loudly.

She didn’t wait for my permission. She didn’t even look my way.

"I believe all the won here should hear it."

The room tensed. I stayed quiet at first—curious. Then cautious.

She folded her hands in front of her and said loudly, "Anita is pregnant... with the Alpha triplets’ children."

A wave of murmurs rippled through the room.

I felt dozens of eyes dart toward . Judging... Their looks weren’t loud, but they spoke volus:

So the Luna hasn’t been able to conceive yet?

She let a concubine get pregnant first?

I kept my expression still. Calm. But inside, sothing heavy twisted in my chest.

Lady Fiona wasn’t done.

"There is a complication," she continued. "The pups are not doing well. The healers say the only way to save them... is for the fathers to mark Anita as their mate."

She paused, letting that sink in.

"But they’ve refused."

Now there was confusion. More whispers. More stares.

I slowly leaned forward in my chair, my eyes narrowing.

"And why," I said calmly, "are you bringing this to a won’s eting?"

Lady Fiona turned toward , her frown deepening. "Because of two things, Olivia."

She raised her chin slightly, her voice firm and loud enough for every woman in the room to hear.

"First, because these won are not just she-wolves. They are mothers. They understand what it ans to carry life. They understand the fear of losing a child."

She looked around the hall as murmurs of agreent quietly spread.

"And second," she continued, "because everything is in your hands."

My fingers curled slightly over the armrest of the throne, but I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. I let her keep going.

"I brought this here," she said, "so the won could ask—beg—you to talk to the Alphas. To convince them to mark Anita. To save those babies."

Her eyes locked with mine.

"I know Anita hurt you. I know it’s hard. But try to think about those innocent lives."

The room was completely silent now.

Every woman stared at .

So with sympathy... others with quiet expectation. And a few with doubt in their eyes.

Then, suddenly, a voice rose from the back.

"With due respect, Lady Fiona," one of the elder she-wolves said, standing up, "what you’re saying is... rubbish."

The room went completely still again.

I blinked, surprised.

The woman stepped forward. Her eyes were sharp, her voice filled with anger.

"You’re asking the Luna to convince her mates to mark another woman? A woman who caused her pain? A woman who slept with her mates?" She shook her head. "How would you feel if the roles were reversed, Lady Fiona? If you stood where Olivia stands now, and your mate was the one being asked to mark soone else?"

The murmurs started again, louder this ti.

But then another she-wolf stood up, younger, her face etched with a frown.

"I understand how Luna Olivia feels," she said carefully. "Truly, I do. But those babies are innocent. They didn’t ask for this. If the Luna can stop sothing terrible from happening, shouldn’t she try? Just this once?"

Another voice jumped in—then another. Soon, the room was filled with rising voices. So defending , others siding with Lady Fiona. It was like a wave of noise crashing from wall to wall.

"She’s not responsible for Anita’s pups!" A voice shouted from the left.

"But the Alphas won’t listen to anyone but her!"

"If the Alphas mark Anita, the mate bond with her will be broken!" one of the young warriors yelled.

"What if the pups die because of this?" Another voice countered.

I clenched the arms of the throne tightly, trying to block out the storm. The noise got louder, more heated, she-wolves standing, pointing, shouting over each other. A few at the edge of attacking each other in a fight.

It was chaos.

And I’d had enough.

"Enough!"

My voice echoed through the hall, sharp and loud.

Silence fell instantly.