Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Olivia’s POV

It’s been three days since I arrived at Alpha Damien’s mansion, and I hardly stepped outside my room. It wasn’t like I was locked in... it was my own choice.

Alpha Damien had been busy. He only visited at night, checking on me quickly before rushing off again. I could see the tired look in his eyes every time—like something heavy was weighing on him. I didn’t ask. Whatever it was, I knew it wasn’t about me. Probably pack problems.

I sat on my bed, hugging my knees, and thinking about that picture I saw in Sofia’s room. The picture of her... and the girl beside her. The girl whose face I was now wearing. Who was she? Were they close? Were they sisters? Friends? Where is she now?

My mind wouldn’t stop asking questions I had no answers to. I just wanted to know the truth, to know whose face I now wore.

My throat felt dry. I needed water.

I stood, left the room, and quietly made my way downstairs. The house was peaceful, and every servant I passed lowered their heads in respect. I forced a smile, trying to look normal—even though inside I felt like a stranger in my skin.

When I entered the kitchen, I found an older woman there. She was wiping her hands with a towel and turned toward me with a bright, warm smile.

"Luna Becca," she said sweetly. "What would you like?"

I froze.

Becca? That was a nickname. It seemed... she knew the owner of this face.

"Do you remember me?" I asked cautiously.