Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 262

262 A Different Olivia

262 A Different Olivia

I remembered what my parents said–how Olivia wasn’t actually Mr. and Mrs. Parker’s biological child. O

Without giving us a chance to respond, he began walking toward a hallway at the side of the ballroom. Olivia didn’t protest–she followed him silently, her head held high, her red dress flowing like fire behind her.

Or maybe… it had never really left.

But her eyes were no longer on us. She acted as if she didn’t know… like her wolf wasn’t screaming that we were her mates… she looked so calm.

She didn’t argue. She sank onto the chaise, crossing her legs and folding her hands in her lap. Her eyes still didn’t meet ours.

But it was.

For a heartbeat, it felt like a dream–some cruel illusion my mind had conjured up to torture me. But she was real. The girl seated on the platform was her.

Now it all made sense.

Levi stared ahead, frozen.

Music began to play, soft and melodic, drifting through the room like a lullaby. The guests began to move, slowly rising from their seats and making their way toward the platform–toward her.

The bond was gone. Broken. Severed. She’d made sure of it.

Like we were strangers. Ghosts.

Calvin stopped in front of a big black door. Two guards stood beside it. He opened the

door without saying anything, and we walked into his office.

We exchanged a glance–me, Levi, Louis–and followed.

We’d been rejected.

Why was she here?

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262 A Different Olivia

Confused, I stepped further into the hall. My brothers stayed close behind, just as lost. as I was. My wolf was howling, frantic, begging me to close the distance–so I did. I kept moving until I stood at the front, so close I could almost reach out and touch her.

Not because I didn’t want her. Goddess, I wanted her. Even after everything… she still owned every broken piece of me.

I opened my mouth to speak–but before I could get a word out, Calvin turned.

“I believe you have questions to ask,” he said coolly, his voice calm but firm. “Because I do too.”

Calvin walked over to the sitting area and looked at Olivia.

Calvin turned to us next, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

“It can’t be,” Levi muttered. “It shouldn’t be.”

I blinked, my heart pounding harder.

Really looked.

I felt it–stronger than before. Raw. Real.

Then he looked at us. “You three… follow.”

I blinked.

“No,” I whispered under my breath.

My heart thudded painfully in my chest as my wolf howled again, clawing to get out, to go to her. To fall at her feet. To beg. To make it right.

And we were.

I stumbled slightly, blinking hard.

Olivia?

It was warm and quiet. The walls were filled with books and glowing stones. A family symbol hung above the fireplace. There was a desk and some chairs near a table.

“Today,” he said, standing beside Olivia with a hand proudly on her shoulder, I want you all to join me… as we celebrate the return of my lost sister,”

262 A Different Olivia

But then I looked at her again.

The resemblance was there–subtle but impossible to ignore. The sharp cheekbones. The same piercing eyes. She looked… like him.

He turned to Olivia. “Come with me.”

The mate bond… had returned.

Our Olivia?

My brow furrowed deeply.

She’s really his sister…

Calvin glanced over his shoulder and addressed the crowd smoothly, “Enjoy yourselves. We’ll be back shortly.”

Olivia stood beside Calvin now, her hand lightly resting on the table as she listened to

a regal woman dressed in silver. She still hadn’t looked at us. Not once.

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