Chapter 12: Wedding
Olivia's POV
The doors of the pack's ceremonial hall loomed before me, towering and intimidating. My mother's gentle hand rested on mine, offering what little comfort she could as the doors creaked open. A hushed silence fell over the room, hundreds of eyes turning toward me. My heart pounded so violently I feared the whole pack could hear it.
The aisle stretched endlessly before me, a pathway paved in white petals, leading straight to the three men who would soon become my husbands. My mates. My tormentors.
I forced myself to take a step. Then another.
With every step, Anita's words echoed in my head. "They don't want you. The moment they become Alphas, they'll get rid of you."
My grip tightened around the bouquet in my hands. I didn't dare look up at them yet. Instead, I focused on keeping my breath steady, on reaching the altar without collapsing.
Whispers rippled through the crowd as I passed—some admiring, some pitying. I could feel their judgment, their curiosity, and worst of all—their doubt. No one believed this marriage was happening out of love. Everyone knew this was a duty, a forced bond. They all wanted Anita and not a lowly omega whose father was accused of stealing.
At last, I reached the altar, and only then did I lift my gaze.
The triplets stood before me, each one dressed in ceremonial black robes embroidered with silver. Identical yet distinct in their own ways, they stared at me with hardened glares, not even bothering to hide their hatred.
My eyes first fell on Lennox. His piercing green eyes barely acknowledged me as he stood tall, his hands clasped behind his back.
I moved my gaze to Louis. His jaw was clenched so tight I thought it might break. His eyes, filled with resentment, flickered to mine for only a second before looking away as if the sight of me disgusted him.
I swallowed hard and looked at Levi. Perhaps he would have a different expression on his face, but I was wrong. If looks could kill, Levi's glare would have struck me dead.