Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 227

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Olivia POV

“Come with me, darling,” Damien said gently, his tone both soft and affectionate as he led me toward our seats. I could feel every pair of eyes on us… a sea of questions hung in the air, silent but heavy.

Damien led me toward the seats and gestured for me to take the one beside him, which looked like a smaller version of his. I swallowed hard and sat down, folding my hands in my lap as I lifted my chin to meet their gazes. Every eye was watching, analyzing.

Then, one man rose from the crowd and bowed politely. “Alpha Damien,” he began, “I… I can’t sense any wolf energy from her. Is she human?”

A murmur of agreement rippled through the room. Heads nodded. Eyes narrowed in curiosity, maybe even doubt.

Damien didn’t seem bothered.

“Yes,” he said without pause. “She is human.”

Gasps echoed around us, the tension in the air thickening.

“But,” he continued, his voice stronger, filled with authority, “she is also my mate.”

My eyes widened slightly at his words, but I kept my expression composed. I couldn’t

let

my real feelings show.

A few voices rose again in hushed tones, uncertain murmurs buzzing from corner to

corner.

Then another woman, seated near the front, raised her voice with concern. “Forgive me, Alpha… but can she carry your pups?”

Silence.

All eyes turned back to Damien.

His jaw clenched slightly, but his reply came without hesitation.

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“Of course she can,” he said confidently. “She is my mate. The Moon Goddess makes no

mistakes.”

Relief flooded their faces. Heads nodded. The tension in the room melted just a little.

“Then she is one of us,” an older wolf declared from the back. “If she can carry the Alpha’s pups, then she is our Luna”

A wave of quiet agreement followed.

One by one, people stood, bowed their heads, and welcomed me.

“Welcome, Luna Rebecca.”

“Welcome.”

“May the Goddess bless your union.”

The voices grew louder, more genuine. Some even smiled at me.

I forced myself to smile back, nodding gracefully as I clutched the edge of my chair. Inside, my heart still ached. They were calling/me Rebecca. Accepting me. Believing every word of this illusion.

And I had no choice but to play along.

Damien leaned in slightly, whispering in my ear, “You did well.”

Then he stood, taking my hand again.

“We’ll take our leave now,” he announced to the room.

་

They all bowed once more as he led me out of the throne room. Once we were out of sight, I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding

Alpha Damien turned to me with a rare softness in his voice. “You did well… Remember to-

He stopped mid–sentence when a guard came running toward us, panic written all over his face.

The man halted in front of us, bowed deeply, and said, “Alpha, you need to see this. Right away.”

His voice shook. Something was wrong.

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Damien’s jaw tensed, a low growl almost rising from his throat. “What is it now?” he muttered under his breath before glancing back at me. “Go back to your room,” he said, voice clipped and commanding.

Then, without another word, he turned and walked away with the guard.

I stood there for a second, my heart pounding as I watched them disappear down the hallway. I didn’t know what was going on, but whatever it was had shaken even

Damien.

I frowned, but I didn’t dwell on it. Obeying his order, I turned and made my way up the grand staircase that led to my room.

My heels clicked softly on the polished floor, the corridors silent except for the soft rustle of my dress. But just as I reached the door to my assigned room, something strange happened.

I stopped.

A few steps away, just beside my door… was another door.

A door I hadn’t noticed before.

I knew this part of the hallway well enough. I had passed it just this morning. That door wasn’t there. Or… had it been, but I didn’t notice?

It wasn’t Alpha Damien’s quarters–his room was in the opposite wing.

So… whose was this?

My heart started beating faster. I should’ve gone into my room and stayed there like I was told, but something about this door pulled me in. It felt like gravity had shifted slightly, drawing me toward the unknown.

My hand moved on its own, reaching for the handle.

Don’t do it, I told myself.

But I did.

I pressed down on the handle, expecting resistance… but there was none.

I stepped back instinctively. The air around the room felt colder, heavier–as if something had been waiting behind that door for a long time.

A part of me screamed that this was a mistake. But the other part–my wolf, maybe, or whatever was left of her–urged me forward.

The first thing I noticed was a mop leaning against the wall and a half–full bucket of water sitting nearby. The water was still slightly rippling… like someone had just been here. Cleaning.

The room was lavish–almost identical to mine. Velvet drapes, gold–trimmed mirrors, a thick, plush bed with satin sheets. It screamed wealth. Whose room is this?

Suddenly, I bumped into a low table behind me. A thud echoed in the silence, and several items tumbled to the floor.

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