Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 234: A strange Old Woman

Olivia’s POV

I could see the anger burning in Alpha Damien’s eyes as he glared my way, then back at Levi. He growled, "What are you fucking doing here?"

Levi, who looked completely unbothered, cast a glance at me before turning back to face Damien. "You should be thanking me," he said. "Your wife had a heart attack. I just helped her back to her room."

Damien’s eyes darkened with disbelief. His frown deepened, face twisting in suspicion. "My wife has no genetic condition," he snapped. "So why the hell would she have a heart attack?"

Levi scoffed, taking a step forward. "Maybe you don’t know your wife as well as you think you do." He tried to walk past, but Damien moved swiftly, blocking his path.

"Levi," he growled. "I want you and your brothers to stay the hell away from my wife." That struck something deep. I could see the way Levi’s shoulders stiffened, the way his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might snap.

"Why?" Levi asked coldly. "You scared we’ll do to you what you did to us?"

Damien’s eyes narrowed. "I didn’t do anything with her," he said, voice low. "Not with Olivia." Levi growled then. The sound was raw. Deep. Full of pent-up anger and pain.

"Don’t fucking lie to me," he snapped. "We’re not fools, Damien." He took a step closer, chest rising with rage. "You took advantage of what happened between us. You wormed your way into her life. Into her head. You fucking kissed her. You flirted with her. You made her feel like she didn’t need us." Damien’s eyes flicked toward me for a brief second, but Levi wasn’t finished.

"She was our mate. Our wife. And you used every damn weakness we had to take her from us."

Damien glared at Levi. "So what now? You wanna pay me back?"

Levi growled. "I wish I could, but I’m not like you, Damien... I don’t claim to love someone but end up marrying someone else."

Damien’s jaw tightened. "Leave."

Levi frowned. "You can’t order me out... this is my mansion... this is my pack," he snapped.

Where I lay, I watched the two men exchange glares before Levi shoved Damien aside and walked away without looking back. I let out a shaky sigh of relief — for a moment I thought they would tear each other apart right in front of me.

Alpha Damien stepped in and slammed the door shut. His angry gaze locked on me. "What is he talking about... what stunt were you pulling?" he asked, his voice sharp. I frowned at him. I wasn’t pulling a stunt. I did have a heart attack... the pain was so intense that for a moment, I thought I would die, but just as the pain came it disappeared.

I sat up on the bed and glared right back at him. "I should ask you that, Alpha Damien... suddenly I had a heart attack — did you by any chance press the remote?" I accused, because at this point, that was the only thing that made sense.

Damien narrowed his eyes at me. "I did no such thing," he said, sounding genuinely baffled — but I didn’t trust him. I didn’t trust anyone anymore.

For a moment, a tense silence hung in the air before Damien finally said, "For your own good, stay away from the triplets. I don’t want to see you anywhere near them."

I frowned at his words but refused to give him a response. When he realized I wasn’t going to answer, he growled low and dropped onto the couch... his eyes locked on his phone.

For an hour, we sat in silence, despite how late it was. From where I sat on the bed, I glanced at him and saw he was still staring at that phone — not typing, not scrolling... just staring. For over an hour, he didn’t look away once. And though I couldn’t see what was on the screen, I could read the tension on his face. His jaw tight, lips pressed into a hard line, eyes... eyes heavy with something I hadn’t seen in him before. Was he looking at a message? A photo? Deep down, I already knew the answer. He was staring at a picture of Sofia.

Even if I couldn’t see it, I felt it. "Do you love her that much?" I asked quietly, unsure why I even said the words. He didn’t respond. He didn’t move. But I kept going anyway. "What is she like? I want to know her." Still, he said nothing. I almost gave up, thinking he’d never talk. Then, softly—his voice barely above a whisper—he spoke.

"She hates hotdogs," he murmured. "Can’t even stand the smell." I blinked. "I hate them too." "She eats the crust first when she has pie," he added. "Says the best part should come last." A small, almost unnoticeable smile tugged at his lips. But his eyes... they were still distant. Still heavy.

"She used to braid her hair at night. Not because she liked it that way. Just... a habit. She’d undo it after five minutes. Said it helped her think." I watched him quietly. My heart ached. "She’s terrified of deep water," he continued. "Pretends she isn’t, but I know. She stares at the lakes like they’re going to swallow her." The way he spoke—slow, gentle, full of memories—it hurt to hear.

"She’d hum when she was deep in thought," he said, chuckling dryly. "Always off-key. Always loud." I didn’t know why, but hearing these things made me feel strange. I didn’t know Sofia, but in those little moments, I felt like I did. Felt like... we were oddly similar.

And then I noticed it. A single tear escaped the corner of Damien’s eye. He didn’t wipe it. He didn’t look my way, he stood up, turned his back to me, and walked out of the room.

After he left, I sucked a deep breath and lay on the bed... it was obvious Alpha Damien loved Sofia, which made me wonder why she left him... perhaps there was more to it.

For a few minutes, I pondered in thoughts until my eyes grew too heavy.

I didn’t even realize when I fell asleep. But suddenly, I felt something gently tap on my arm. When I opened my eyes, there was an old woman sitting on the edge of my bed. I froze. She had long red hair, even in her old age, she looked beautiful. She had a small smile on her face, but strangely, there was something oddly familiar about her—like I’d seen pieces of myself in her face.

She smiled warmly at me.

"Who... who are you?" I asked, confused and a little scared. She reached out and touched my hand gently. Her touch was warm and calming.

"My name is Hailee," she said. "I’m your great-grandmother."

I blinked. "This... this has to be a dream." noveldrama

She nodded slowly. "It is, my dear. But dreams sometimes carry truth. And you need to hear this."

"Hear what?" I asked, sitting up slowly. Her smile stayed, but her eyes turned serious.

"Because you need to know the truth. There’s so much you don’t know about yourself. About who you really are."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

She sucked a deep breath. "You’ve been hurt. You’ve lost a lot. But things are about to change. You’re not just the triplet’s mate. You’re not just a Luna. You’re something much more."

My heart started beating faster. "What are you talking about?" I asked softly.

She looked straight at me. "You’ll find the truth. You’ll find your power. Your past. Everything is coming. And you must be ready."

I frowned and wanted to ask more, but suddenly, she began to blur. "Wait... wait!" I called out, but she was already fading.

Her voice echoed softly in the air—"Be ready, Olivia. Everything is about to begin." And then she was gone.

I felt a light tap on my arm. I jolted awake. My chest rose and fell quickly as I looked around the room. My heart was pounding. Damien stood by the bed, staring at me with a confused expression. His hand still rested lightly on my arm.

"Who were you telling to wait?" he asked, his voice calm but curious. "You were talking in your sleep."

I swallowed hard and blinked, trying to calm my racing heart. I didn’t answer him. How was I supposed to explain that I had just seen a woman I’d never met—my great-grandmother—and she told me I was something more?