Chapter 10: Forced.

Olivia’s POV

“Mate!” My wolf howled loudly in my head.

My breath hitched as I stared at the glowing cord wrapped around my wrist, extending to each of the triplets standing just a few steps away. My body froze, my mind going blank, and all I could do was dart my eyes between the triplets.

The triplets were my mates! I was mated to all three of them!

Gasps and whispers erupted around me, but I didn’t pay attention. Rather, I just kept staring at the triplets, who seemed dumbfounded.

“No! This is not true!” I heard the loud voice of Anita, but I didn’t look away. Instead, my attention was fixed on the triplets. With a racing heart, I watched them, gauging their reactions.

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“Mates!” My wolf howled excitedly, urging me to go closer to them, but I couldn’t move my feet. They remained rooted to the floor.

“No!” Lennox was the first to react. He shook his wrist, trying to break the cord, but he couldn’t. No one else could. We were mates.

“I won’t accept this!” Louis followed, trying to break the thread, and my heart sank further. What was I expecting? That they would be happy about this?

Levi was next. “This has to be a silly joke!” he spat in anger.

More murmurs erupted in the hall, but I didn’t pay attention. My focus was on the triplets. I could see the anger, the disgust in their eyes.

The murmurs around us grew louder, but I barely heard them. My entire world had shrunk to the three men standing in front of me—my so-called mates—who were now doing everything in their power to reject what fate had given us. My wolf whimpered, the excitement she had felt moments ago now fading into confusion and pain.

Levi was the first to move closer to me. He stepped forward, his jaw clenched tight, eyes dark with anger. This was the same man who once told me, when we were children, that he hoped I’d be his mate.

“There’s no way in hell I’m accepting you as my mate.” His voice was low but filled with venom. “The Moon Goddess must have made a mistake.”

A sharp pain pierced through my chest, as if his words had physically struck me.

Louis scoffed, shaking his head. “I’m not accepting this,” he muttered, his lips curling in distaste. He lifted his wrist again, yanking at the cord, but it held firm. It would only become invisible if they marked me or rejected me.

Lennox, who had been silent, exhaled sharply. He wasn’t even trying to hide the frustration on his face.