Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103: Full Moon

Olivia's POV

She was here because of the full moon? I hoped it wasn't what I was thinking.

"What about the full moon?" I asked, already sounding annoyed by the topic.

She sighed, stood from her seat, and then came to sit beside me on the bed. A small frown formed on my face. I had a feeling this conversation wasn't going to go the way I wanted it to.

"I believe you know what the full moon does to us she-wolves?" she asked. I glanced at her and nodded.

"But what does that have to do with me?" I asked, pretending to be ignorant.

Lady Fiona, the triplets' mother, sighed and spoke. "I'm worried about you… You'll go into heat that day," she said, her voice filled with genuine concern.

My frown deepened. I knew what she meant—and I was worried too. Going into heat was a vulnerable, painful experience for us. And if your mate was nearby but refused to touch you, it made everything worse.

I sucked in a deep breath. "You don't have to worry about me, ma. I can take care of myself."

I lied. I was terrified. This would be my first time going into heat, and I'd heard too much about it—how overwhelming the desire became, how badly we craved a male's touch. Some she-wolves even went as far as sleeping with strangers just to ease it. Others locked themselves in rooms and endured the pain in silence.

I think that's what I'm going to do.

"Olivia, this is your first heat… You can't endure it, especially with the triplets' marks on you. It'll be torture," she said, sounding even more worried.

I frowned. I knew she was right. It would've been easier if I didn't carry their marks. But I did. Not just one—all three. I knew it would be hell for me. But still… I'm Olivia. I've survived worse. I can get through this too.

"You're strong, Olivia. I've seen it. However strength doesn't make you immune to the heat," she said gently, reaching out to hold my hand. "You don't have to endure it."

I pulled my hand away, not out of disrespect, but because her kindness made my walls tremble.

"They don't want me," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Not really. Not as their mate. So I'll lock myself up that day, until my heat is over."

"But they marked you."

"They marked me because they were forced, not because of love," I snapped, then quickly softened my tone. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to raise my voice."

Lady Fiona nodded, as if she understood. "But I've been trying to talk to them. If just one of them agrees… would you allow it to happen?"

"No!" I said without hesitation. "I won't let any of them touch me. They have Anita. She has their marks too. She'll be in heat that day. They should go to her."

I tried to sound firm, but deep down, it hurt.

Back when I was just a teen, I used to dream of the full moon.

Back then, I didn't understand what "heat" truly meant. All I knew was that the older girls spoke about it in whispers, their eyes glassy and voices filled with desire. They said it was powerful, painful, beautiful. They said that when your heat came, your mate would feel it too—that he would come for you. That he wouldn't be able to stay away.