Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 211: Look Like Her

Olivia’s POV

Dalia and Miren walked into my room, carrying a dress on a hanger and a box of shoes in their hands.

"Alpha Gabriel said we should help you get dressed in this," Dalia muttered.

I swallowed hard, staring at the beautifully embroidered dress they held. It was stunning—fit for a queen. Maybe I should’ve felt excited, but I wasn’t. The dream I had a few minutes ago still lingered in my mind. I didn’t know who that lady was or why her words were still echoing in my head.

What did she an when she said I would be punished? Was this so sort of ga? And why was she able to speak to through my dreams too?

At first, when she appeared on the rooftop, I convinced myself it was one of the triplets’ tricks. But now... now I wasn’t so sure. There was sothing about her—sothing I couldn’t explain.

"Are you okay?" Dalia asked gently, pulling from my thoughts.

"Yes," I lied. I was far from fine.

Dalia and Miren exchanged suspicious glances but said nothing more. Instead, Miren stepped forward.

"Can we start dressing you? The party is about to begin."

I nodded and rose to my feet, standing numbly as they helped into the gown. In that mont, I missed Nora and Lolita deeply. If they were here, I could have confided in them about my worries. But now, I was left alone with my thoughts.

I sat before the dressing table as they applied makeup to my face. Miren and Dalia worked quickly, and soon I was ready. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror but couldn’t summon a smile.

Yes, I looked beautiful, like a queen, but I felt hollow inside—the dream remained stuck in my head.

"It’s ti to escort you to the party," Miren said.

I stood up slowly and looked down at the dress. It felt heavy—not just because of the fabric, but because of how I was feeling inside. I stared at the girl in the mirror. She looked beautiful... like a queen. But she didn’t feel like .

Miren and Dalia led down the hallway in silence. I could feel their curious glances, but thankfully, they didn’t ask questions. The deeper we went into the pack house, the louder the sounds of celebration beca—music, laughter, clinking glasses, and the faint rhythm of drums.

But none of it reached .

When we stepped outside, the courtyard had been transford. Golden lights were strung from tree to tree, glowing softly like fallen stars. Tables were covered with food and drink. Warriors stood proudly near a raised platform while guests mingled and danced.

Gabriel stood at the center of it all, dressed in a regal black suit with golden accents. He looked... breathtaking. His eyes lit up the mont he saw . He took a few steps forward and held out his hand.

"Wow," he said, voice low. "You look... incredible."

I forced a smile and took his hand. "Thank you."

He guided gently to the platform, where everyone could see us. The mont we stepped up, a cheer broke out—warriors howled in respect, and others clapped as Gabriel raised a glass in salute.

"Tonight, we honor ten of our finest warriors," he announced proudly. "And I’m especially honored to share this night with soone special."

There were murmurs around us. So of awe. So of suspicion. I could feel their eyes on , studying , judging .

Gabriel turned and looked into my eyes as if I was the only one there.

"Shall we?"

He extended his hand again, and this ti, music started to play. A soft, romantic lody.

I hesitated.

The warning from the dream echoed again in my mind. Still, I placed my hand in his.

He led into the first steps of the dance, slow and romantic. He moved effortlessly, his hand on my waist, guiding like we had done this a hundred tis before.

"You seem distant," he said quietly, his voice only for .

"I’m just tired," I lied again, even though we both knew I wasn’t telling the truth.

His fingers tightened ever so slightly around mine.

"If sothing is bothering you... you can tell ," he said.

I t his gaze. And for a second, I almost did. I almost told him about the dream. About the strange woman. About the dread twisting my insides.

But I stopped myself.

Because a part of still wasn’t sure if I could trust him completely.

"Thank you," I said instead. "But I’m okay. Really."

He nodded slowly, though I could see he didn’t believe .

As we danced, I glanced around and caught sight of Abigail in the distance—seated in her wheelchair, watching us with a dagger-like glare. Not able to stand her glare, I looked away and focused on Gabriel in front of .

After the dance, I stood in a corner while Gabriel perford the passing-out ceremony of the warriors, after which the celebration took full swing. Pack mbers rry and jubilant, and as for , I felt out of place for many reasons.

This wasn’t my pack. And deep down, I could feel I wasn’t welco here—not just because of Abigail. Although so pack mbers smiled at , so gave a friendly wave... so even made friendly conversation, but I also noticed so stared at with hostility in their eyes... especially the elders.

I wanted to believe that maybe, just like Abigail, they didn’t want with their Alpha, But sothing told it was more than that.

An elder walked past , his eyes lingering a bit longer than the others. He didn’t smile. Instead, he stared... like he was seeing a ghost.

I gave him a small nod, trying to be polite. But just as he passed by, I heard him murmur under his breath, "She looks just like her."

I blinked and turned toward him. "Excuse , sir?" I asked gently.

He paused and looked at again, this ti more directly. "You look so much like her," he said.

"Like who?" I asked, feeling a chill run down my spine.

He studied for a second longer, then replied, "The late Queen’s best friend."

I stared at him, confused. "Late Queen?" I echoed. "Do you an... Alpha Gabriel’s mother?"

The elder gave a small nod. "Yes. She passed many years ago."

I froze.

What?

That couldn’t be right.

Because I rembered clearly—on my first visit here, Gabriel told his parents were away... on vacation.

But now this man was saying... she’s dead?

My heart started beating faster, confusion clouding my mind. I took a shaky breath and asked carefully, "When... when did she die?"

The elder looked at , his expression softening. "Gabriel and his sister were just teenagers when it happened," he said quietly. "It was a hard ti for the pack."

My lips parted, but no words ca out.

Before I could say anything else, the elder gave a polite nod and slowly walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

I stood there, stunned.

My mind raced with questions I couldn’t answer.

I turned my eyes toward the crowd, searching for Gabriel. But he was busy speaking to so warriors and elders, smiling and laughing like nothing was wrong.

I felt so far away from him... like there was a wall between us I couldn’t break through.

Suddenly, a sharp wind blew through the courtyard, strong enough to make so of the lights flicker.

I wrapped my arms around myself.

Sothing wasn’t right—even my wolf felt it.