Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 230: Back Home

Olivia’s POV

There was a tense silence inside the private jet. The hum of the engine filled the cabin, but my mind was louder, racing with fear, doubt, and a hundred unanswered questions.

I was going back.

Back to the Full Moon Pack.

Back to the triplets.

It had only been a week... just a week since I last saw them. But with everything that had happened, it felt like years.

So much had changed.

I sat stiffly in my seat, hands curled tightly in my lap, eyes glued to the clouds outside the window. My heart thudded against my ribs like it wanted out. I didn’t know what I would find when I got there.

Would they recognize ?

Should I even tell them?

Should I expose everything—tell them the truth?

That I was alive. That this face wasn’t mine. That I was wearing soone else’s identity. That Alpha Damien had faked my death and trapped in a life I never chose.

My fingers trembled.

Maybe... maybe they could help .

Maybe—

"Olivia," Damien’s voice sliced through my thoughts like a blade.

I turned slowly, my heart skipping.

He was seated beside , calm as ever, sipping from a glass of wine like the world was under his control... perhaps not the world, but I was under his control.

"I want to show you sothing," he said smoothly, placing his glass on the table and reaching into his pocket.

I watched warily as he pulled out a small, sleek remote.

"What—"

Suddenly, pain.

A sharp, violent jolt tore through my body.

I couldn’t even scream.

My lungs seized up. My vision blurred. My entire chest felt like it was being crushed from the inside out.

The pain was electric—burning, choking, stabbing—and then...

It stopped.

It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like I was dying.

When it finally stopped, I slumped against the seat, trembling. My eyes burned with tears as I tried to pull in a shaky breath.

My hands flew to my wrist, where the gold bracelet sat—innocent-looking and beautiful... but deadly.

Damien leaned closer, his voice low but threatening. "I can kill you in less than a minute with that."

My whole body shook. I stared at him, wide-eyed, my chest heaving.

He continued, his voice calm but sharp with warning. "Don’t get any ideas, Olivia. You and I had a deal. One year. You keep your mouth shut. You play the perfect little Luna wife. You do what I say."

He leaned back, watching like a snake waiting to strike.

"If you betray ..." he tapped the remote gently, "you die."

My throat closed up. I nodded slowly, forcing myself to breathe through the terror.

He smiled, satisfied. "Good girl."

And just like that, he picked up his wine again, as if nothing had happened.

I looked away, my heart panting... now I realized the bracelet wrapped around my wrist wasn’t just to subdue my wolf or hide my scent—it was connected to my heart... Alpha Damien could actually kill with it.

What have I gotten myself into?

The jet began to descend. Outside, the land below stretched like a map I once knew by heart. I swallowed hard as the seatbelt light blinked on.

We were here.

The Full Moon Pack.

The place I once called ho.

When the jet ca to a soft landing, a black SUV was already waiting at the end of the private airstrip. Damien stood and adjusted the cuff of his shirt like this was just another routine eting. He motioned toward the open door.

"Let’s go."

I stepped down the stairs slowly, the heat of the afternoon sun instantly hitting . The air here felt... heavier.

Familiar.

Painfully familiar.

The driver opened the car door, and we slid into the back seat. Damien remained composed beside , scrolling through his phone as if nothing had happened back on the plane. As if he hadn’t just nearly killed minutes ago.

The engine rumbled to life and the SUV began to roll down the familiar dirt path leading into the Full Moon territory.

The roads hadn’t changed.

Tall trees frad both sides. The grass danced lazily under the sunlight. I caught glimpses of the training grounds far in the distance and the old watchtower that once stood as our childhood adventure spot.

Everything looked the sa.

And yet... nothing felt the sa.

As we approached the heart of the pack—the grand pack house—I saw the flags flying at half-mast. A sign of mourning.

They still believed I was dead.

My chest tightened.

The car passed the gates, driving into the wide-open courtyard. Several guards bowed as we drove past, their faces grim.

We finally pulled up before the pack house entrance.

Ho.

But not really.

The driver stepped out and opened our doors.

Damien stepped out first, buttoning his suit and adjusting his stance.

I stepped out behind him, shielding my eyes from the bright sun.

This was it.

I was standing on the very soil where I had once laughed, trained, cried... loved.

I was back in the Full Moon Pack.

But this ti, I wasn’t Olivia.

The first person I noticed was Sir Damon, who stood at the entrance, and with him was Lady Fiona. I swallowed hard, wondering if they would recognize , but I doubted it because even the guards who knew well didn’t even recognize .

Alpha Damien suddenly slipped his arm around my waist, and I flinched inwardly. His touch disgusted —but I had to play the part.

He guided toward Sir Damon and Lady Fiona. As we approached, my eyes scanned around the area. The pack house looked deadly silent. It was as if everyone was walking on eggshells, scared of making a sound.

I scanned around, practically searching for them...

Where were they?

I wanted nothing more than to see them... I wanted to be sure they were okay.

When we reached where Sir Damon and Lady Fiona stood, Alpha Damien introduced .

"Brother... Lady Fiona... this is my wife, Luna Rebecca."

Sir Damon gave a nod, no sign of recognition from him. But Lady Fiona stepped forward. Her eyes t mine and without hesitation, she pulled into a warm hug.

"Luna Rebecca," she said softly, "welco. We’re so glad you’ve co."

I froze.

Her arms wrapped around gently, but every fiber of my being scread in disgust. The hug felt wrong. Like I was being suffocated.

When she finally let go, I forced a tight smile.

"You’re... very kind," I muttered, barely eting her eyes.

She reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You look lovely. So radiant. I was wondering if you two would like separate rooms or—"

"We’re sharing," Damien interrupted smoothly, cutting her off before she could finish the thought. His tone was light but firm, leaving no room for argunt. "She’s my wife now. We don’t need space between us."

Lady Fiona gave a polite laugh. "Of course. I only asked out of courtesy."

I nodded silently, my face blank. But inside, questions, and bitterness churned like a storm.

Was she mourning ?

Did she even shed a single tear when she thought I was dead?

My eyes shifted toward Sir Damon, who stood silent beside her. His face gave nothing away, but his eyes... they flickered to once, then back to Damien. There was sothing in that brief look. Sothing unreadable.

But one thing was clear.

They didn’t recognize .

I looked around again. Sowhere in this house, I knew the triplets were here.

My heart pulled toward them like a compass starved for its true north.

I just needed to see them.

"Let’s go in," Alpha Damien said softly.

I nodded, even though my legs felt like stone and my heart pounded so hard I could hear it echoing in my ears. With his arm still resting around my waist, he guided past Sir Damon and Lady Fiona, through the grand double doors of the Full Moon Pack house.

The air inside was thick.

Too thick.

It was quiet—too quiet for such a large, once-vibrant ho. The halls that used to echo with footsteps and voices now felt hollow, like they, too, were grieving.

We stepped into the living room.

And then I saw them.

I froze.

At the top of the stairs, all three of them stood—Lennox, Levi, and Louis—side by side, as if they had co down together. Maybe they had. Maybe they still moved like one even while their hearts were broken.

My breath caught.

They were still handso, still powerful in presence... but gods, they looked different.

Their faces were pale, drawn with grief. Their eyes were hollow, bloodshot, and tired. Their once-strong builds looked a little leaner, like they hadn’t been eating properly. Even across the room, I could see what grief had done to them.

They were barely holding themselves together.

Lennox was the first to start descending, slowly, followed by Louis and then Levi. Their steps were heavy, quiet, like every movent took more effort than it should have.

And then it happened.

Their eyes t mine.

All three of them.

And for a second—just a second—I swore ti stopped.

My heart leapt into my throat.

Lennox’s eyes locked with mine, and I felt a jolt go through my chest. A thousand unspoken things hung in the air between us. His steps slowed slightly, his brows subtly pulling in.

Levi’s gaze narrowed, flickering from my face to Damien’s arm still holding .

And Louis... he stared the longest.

But none of them said a word.

None of them reacted.

They just... looked.

Blank. Expressionless.

My heart shattered a little more.

They don’t recognize .