Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 236

Chapter 236: Never A mother-in-law

Olivia’s POV

How would you feel if a funeral service was being held in your name—while you sat there, alive, forced to watch it all?

The pack house was in full swing, every staff member busy preparing for my funeral. Banners with my pictures were everywhere—literally everywhere. The preparations were so elaborate that, for a moment, I wanted to scream and tell them I wasn’t dead, that I was alive but trapped in a different face, that I was right here among them all. But I couldn’t. Not when Alpha Damien had threatened me.

I didn’t feel like eating, yet I found myself at the dining table having breakfast. None of the triplets were there—it was just me, Alpha Damien, and Lady Fiona. My eyes stayed fixed on her, and by the way she calmly ate, I knew she wasn’t mourning me. Not that I really expected her to.

Suddenly, Alpha Louis walked in. Our eyes locked, but he quickly looked away and turned to Alpha Damien.

"Olivia’s parents have been kidnapped," Louis announced.

I swallowed hard and forced myself to keep eating.

Damien raised his brows, acting surprised. "By who?"

Louis frowned. "We don’t know yet... but an eyewitness said they were taken by men in a black van," he said through gritted teeth.

I shot Alpha Damien a cold glare from the corner of my eye.

Damien shrugged. "Well, I have no hand in it... Why should I kidnap them?" he said, as if he already knew Louis was about to accuse him.

Louis growled and ran a hand through his hair. "Today is her funeral... her parents were supposed to be here to pay their last respects," Louis spat.

I looked up at him with a broken heart... had he really accepted that I was dead? Louis looked at me this time for more than a second before looking back at Damien.

"I know you have no reason to abduct Olivia’s parents, but I get this feeling you know something about it."

Alpha Damien leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. "Feelings?" he said with a dry chuckle. "You’re letting emotions cloud your judgment, Louis. I have no reason to abduct them... they have their own enemies." fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

But Louis didn’t back down. "For your own good, I hope you are telling the truth," he said before storming away.

The dining room fell into a tense silence until Lady Fiona turned to me, smiled faintly, and spoke. "Anita and I are going to the spa tomorrow... would you like to join us?"

I stared at Lady Fiona like I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard.

A spa?

I swallowed hard, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. "How can you be this calm?"

She blinked, clearly surprised. "What do you mean?"

"Today is Olivia’s funeral," I said, trying to keep my voice as low as I could, but it wasn’t working. "Your daughter-in-law. And you’re planning to go to the spa tomorrow like it’s just any other day?"

Her smile faded, but I wasn’t done.

"Even if you never saw her as your daughter-in-law—she was a member of this pack. A Luna. How can you think of pampering yourself the day after burying her?"

Damien shifted beside me, clearing his throat. "That’s enough—"

"No, it’s not," I cut in sharply, my eyes still on Lady Fiona. "You should be grieving. You should be heartbroken, or at least pretending to be. But you’re not. You’re talking about spas and facials."

Her lips tightened, but I didn’t stop.

"I don’t think Olivia ever had a mother-in-law in you. Not one that truly cared. Maybe you smiled in her face, but I doubt you ever saw her as part of this family."

The air in the room grew thick. Damien tried again, this time firmer. "Enough. Calm down."

But then Lennox walked in.

He froze at the doorway, looking between us. Even his presence didn’t stop me. I looked straight at Lady Fiona one last time and said, "You failed her. And I hope someday that haunts you."

Then I stood up, pushed my chair back, and quietly excused myself from the room.

Instead of going back to the quietness of my room, I walked out to the garden. I needed air. Maybe the morning breeze would help calm my anger... or at least stop the heaviness in my chest.

I reached the center of the garden and folded my arms tightly over myself. The wind brushed against my skin, soft and cool, but it didn’t ease the ache inside me.

Why was my life like this?

Why did it feel like I was always alone... always hurting?

Tears slowly filled my eyes, and I didn’t try to stop them. I let them fall silently, each one carrying a piece of the pain I had been holding in.

I wiped my cheek quickly, but more tears came.

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