Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 165

165 At The Table

165 At The Table

Olivia’s POV

It was time for breakfast, and as much as I wanted to stay in bed, I knew attending was mandatory.

So, to put on an appearance, I asked Nora and Lolita to help me dress in one of my best outfits–a black embroidered fitted gown. My dyed–blonde hair was pulled into a neat bun so my earrings and the accessories around my neck would be clearly visible.

Once dressed, I took a deep breath and headed out with them.

The walk to the dining hall felt long, although it really wasn’t. Every step was heavy, as

chin if the walls whispered memories of all I had endured within them. But I kept my

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The guards bowed respectfully as we approached. I ignored them and walked in.

As expected, the triplets were already seated.

The moment I entered, all three of them turned to look at me.

Silence fell across the room.

I kept my face blank, refusing to show any emotion. Not anger. Not pain. Nothing. They didn’t deserve to know what I felt.

“Good morning,” Alpha Lennox said first.

I gave a slight nod. “Morning.”

Alpha Levi and Alpha Louis watched me, their eyes searching for any sign of softness. But I shot them a glare and looked away.

I walked to the far end of the table and sat down.

Lady Fiona was already seated too, and when our eyes met, she quickly looked away.

Good.

Servants began placing plates in front of us, filling the table with food I had no appetite for.

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Just then, Alpha Damien made his way to the table and sat right beside me. I felt

awkward and swallowed hard, but he remained calm. Unexpectedly, he leaned into the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply, then groaned.

“Fuck! You smell so good.”

My lips parted in shock as I turned to give him a look, but he only smirked and focused on the plate before him. Feeling piercing gazes on me, I looked around the table–and the first pair of eyes I met were Levi’s. His cool, sea–blue gaze was locked on mine, sharp and full of anger. But there was a flicker of something else–jealousy? Regret? 1 couldn’t tell, and frankly, I didn’t care. I knew Lennox and Louis were watching too, but

I didn’t care.

I looked away and picked up my fork, ignoring the fury and tension now settling across the table like a heavy storm cloud. I hadn’t asked for this drama, and I wasn’t going to feed into it.

But of course, Alpha Damien wasn’t done.

Damien picked up a sausage from his plate and turned to me with a smirk.

“Here,” he said softly, holding it out like he was about to feed me. “Just one bite.” He moved it towards my mouth like it was some kind of romantic gesture.

Before I could say no or react, a low, angry growl cut through the air–it was Levi’s.

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“She doesn’t eat that,” he snapped, his voice echoing in the hall. “If you’re trying to act romantic to your own nephew’s/wife, maybe learn something about her first.”

The table went quiet. Dead quiet.

Damien raised an eyebrow and slowly pulled the sausage back. “You’re right,” he said lightly. “After all, she will be having my child soon. I need to know things about her.”

Those words enraged Levi even more. He was staring straight at Damien, his eyes full of fury. His jaw was clenched so tightly, it looked like he was holding back from shifting into his wolf.

I sat there frozen, feeling like I had suddenly become the prize in a fight I didn’t ask to be part of.

Damien, clearly not satisfied with the chaos he was causing, scooped up a spoonful of

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165 At The Table

mashed cheese from his plate and turned to me again with a teasing smile.

“I believe you cat this,” he said softly.

Then, as if we were alone in the room, he raised the spoon towards my lips.

I blinked, confused for a moment. Was he really trying to feed me? To cause more