Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211: Look Like Her

Olivia’s POV

Dalia and Miren walked into my room, carrying a dress on a hanger and a box of shoes in their hands.

"Alpha Gabriel said we should help you get dressed in this," Dalia muttered.

I swallowed hard, staring at the beautifully embroidered dress they held. It was stunning—fit for a queen. Maybe I should’ve felt excited, but I wasn’t. The dream I had a few minutes ago still lingered in my mind. I didn’t know who that lady was or why her words were still echoing in my head.

What did she mean when she said I would be punished? Was this some sort of game? And why was she able to speak to me through my dreams too?

At first, when she appeared on the rooftop, I convinced myself it was one of the triplets’ tricks. But now... now I wasn’t so sure. There was something about her—something I couldn’t explain.

"Are you okay?" Dalia asked gently, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Yes," I lied. I was far from fine.

Dalia and Miren exchanged suspicious glances but said nothing more. Instead, Miren stepped forward.

"Can we start dressing you? The party is about to begin."

I nodded and rose to my feet, standing numbly as they helped me into the gown. In that moment, I missed Nora and Lolita deeply. If they were here, I could have confided in them about my worries. But now, I was left alone with my thoughts.

I sat before the dressing table as they applied makeup to my face. Miren and Dalia worked quickly, and soon I was ready. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror but couldn’t summon a smile.

Yes, I looked beautiful, like a queen, but I felt hollow inside—the dream remained stuck in my head.

"It’s time to escort you to the party," Miren said.

I stood up slowly and looked down at the dress. It felt heavy—not just because of the fabric, but because of how I was feeling inside. I stared at the girl in the mirror. She looked beautiful... like a queen. But she didn’t feel like me.

Miren and Dalia led me down the hallway in silence. I could feel their curious glances, but thankfully, they didn’t ask questions. The deeper we went into the pack house, the louder the sounds of celebration became—music, laughter, clinking glasses, and the faint rhythm of drums.

But none of it reached me.

When we stepped outside, the courtyard had been transformed. Golden lights were strung from tree to tree, glowing softly like fallen stars. Tables were covered with food and drink. Warriors stood proudly near a raised platform while guests mingled and danced.

Gabriel stood at the center of it all, dressed in a regal black suit with golden accents. He looked... breathtaking. His eyes lit up the moment he saw me. He took a few steps forward and held out his hand.

"Wow," he said, voice low. "You look... incredible."

I forced a smile and took his hand. "Thank you."

He guided me gently to the platform, where everyone could see us. The moment we stepped up, a cheer broke out—warriors howled in respect, and others clapped as Gabriel raised a glass in salute.

"Tonight, we honor ten of our finest warriors," he announced proudly. "And I’m especially honored to share this night with someone special."

There were murmurs around us. Some of awe. Some of suspicion. I could feel their eyes on me, studying me, judging me.

Gabriel turned and looked into my eyes as if I was the only one there.

"Shall we?"

He extended his hand again, and this time, music started to play. A soft, romantic melody.

I hesitated.

The warning from the dream echoed again in my mind. Still, I placed my hand in his.

He led me into the first steps of the dance, slow and romantic. He moved effortlessly, his hand on my waist, guiding me like we had done this a hundred times before.

"You seem distant," he said quietly, his voice only for me.

"I’m just tired," I lied again, even though we both knew I wasn’t telling the truth.

His fingers tightened ever so slightly around mine.

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