Chapter 12: Wedding

Olivia’s POV

The doors of the pack’s ceremonial hall loomed before me, towering and intimidating. My mother’s gentle hand rested on mine, offering what little comfort she could as the doors creaked open. A hushed silence fell over the room, hundreds of eyes turning toward me. My heart pounded so violently I feared the whole pack could hear it.

The aisle stretched endlessly before me, a pathway paved in white petals, leading straight to the three men who would soon become my husbands. My mates. My tormentors.

I forced myself to take a step. Then another.

With every step, Anita’s words echoed in my head. “They don’t want you. The moment they become Alphas, they’ll get rid of you.”

My grip tightened around the bouquet in my hands. I didn’t dare look up at them yet. Instead, I focused on keeping my breath steady, on reaching the altar without collapsing.

Whispers rippled through the crowd as I passed—some admiring, some pitying. I could feel their judgment, their curiosity, and worst of all—their doubt. No one believed this marriage was happening out of love. Everyone knew this was a duty, a forced bond. They all wanted Anita and not a lowly omega whose father was accused of stealing.

At last, I reached the altar, and only then did I lift my gaze.

The triplets stood before me, each one dressed in ceremonial black robes embroidered with silver. Identical yet distinct in their own ways, they stared at me with hardened glares, not even bothering to hide their hatred.

My eyes first fell on Lennox. His piercing green eyes barely acknowledged me as he stood tall, his hands clasped behind his back.

I moved my gaze to Louis. His jaw was clenched so tight I thought it might break. His eyes, filled with resentment, flickered to mine for only a second before looking away as if the sight of me disgusted him.

I swallowed hard and looked at Levi. Perhaps he would have a different expression on his face, but I was wrong. If looks could kill, Levi’s glare would have struck me dead.

Not one of them smiled. Not one of them extended a hand toward me.

I swallowed hard, my wolf whimpering.

The officiant, an elder of the pack, cleared his throat, his voice echoing through the hall. “We are gathered here today to witness the sacred union of these four souls, bound by the will of the Moon Goddess.”

Bound. Trapped.

The words felt like chains wrapping around my wrists, shackling me to my fate.

The elder continued, but I barely heard him. My mind was spinning, drowning in the weight of my situation. My hands trembled as I clutched my bouquet, my breath shallow.

Then, the moment came.

“The grooms may now accept their wife.”

A tense silence filled the room. The triplets didn’t move.

A ripple of unease spread through the crowd. The hesitation was humiliating. A bride should be welcomed by her grooms, embraced with love and devotion. But I was left standing there, exposed, unwanted.

Heat rose to my cheeks, but before I could react, Lennox finally stepped forward.

“I accept.” His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.

Louis followed a second later, his tone clipped. “I accept.”

Levi took the longest. He stared at me, his lips twitching as if deciding whether to speak at all. Then, finally, his response came, softer than the others but just as empty.

“I accept.”

The words sealed my fate.

The elder nodded. “Then, by the laws of our kind and the will of the Moon Goddess, I now pronounce you husbands and wife.”

A shiver ran down my spine as the final words left his lips.

The crowd erupted into applause, but I barely heard it. All I could feel was the suffocating presence of the three men beside me—their resentment, their unwillingness to be with me.

And in that moment, as I stood between them, I realized something.

Anita was right.

I wasn’t their bride. I wasn’t their mate.

I was their prisoner.

The wedding was over, but the real nightmare had just begun.