Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Olivia’s POV

I turned... just in time to see all three of them walking away.

Something heavy dropped in my chest.

I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sudden wave of discomfort that washed over me. It felt like cold water had been poured over my heart. I blinked quickly, fighting the sting behind my eyes.

My wolf was quiet.

Too quiet.

But I could feel it—she didn’t like what just happened.

She didn’t say a word, but her silence said everything.

She wasn’t happy.

Neither was I.

I shifted slightly in Damien’s arms, suddenly aware of how close he still was, how his hand had just been on me in ways I never expected.

"Stop looking," Damien’s voice came low beside my ear, his arm tightening slightly around my waist.