Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Cell

Olivia's POV

I could see the hate, the anger, in the eyes of the pack members. They all had one wish in their eyes, and that was punishment—for me to be punished for a crime I didn't even commit.

It was strange, so strange.

All I did was shove Anita out of my way when she refused to let me pass. It wasn't even a hard push, nothing that would send someone to the ground. But Anita threw herself to the floor, and she hit her stomach on the arm of a chair.

That was how it happened.

The next thing I saw was blood trailing down her thighs. And now, I just heard she was pregnant—but lost the pregnancy just like that? How?

My mother stepped forward, pressing her palms together in a pleading gesture as she faced the triplets. "I beg of you, believe me—Olivia didn't push her that hard. She didn't even know Anita was pregnant," she said, her voice trembling with desperation.

"Really?" Anita's mother strode forward, eyes burning with anger. "Are you saying my daughter threw herself to the floor? That she caused her own miscarriage?"

Mother's expression darkened. "We are both mothers. We have carried children in our wombs. You know as well as I do that a simple fall like that cannot cause a miscarriage."

Lennox growled at my mother, his patience thinning. "What are you saying?" he asked, irritation clear in his voice.

Mother turned to him, her frown deepening. "What I am saying is that such a light fall shouldn't have caused a miscarriage. Something else caused this miscarriage, not my daughter."

A wave of anger surged through the crowd.

"How dare you!" one woman hissed, stepping forward. "Are you calling Lady Anita a liar?"

"She's blaming the victim!" another man snarled. "How shameless!"

"Your daughter pushed a pregnant woman!" someone shouted. "And now she's trying to deny it?"

"You should be ashamed!" an elder spat at my mother. "Your daughter is nothing but a murderer!"

"She should be punished!" another voice called from the back.

"Lock her up!" an elder demanded.

"Throw her in the cells where she belongs!" another snarled.

The crowd grew more restless, their voices rising in anger, their faces twisted with rage and disgust. My mother tried to speak, but no one would listen. The insults continued to pour in, a storm of hatred crashing down on us.

These were people who once adored us, people my mother had treated while working in the pack hospital, people my father fought for, protected, and today, they were all screaming for me to be punished, punished for a crime I didn't commit.

"Enough!" Levi's voice boomed through the hall, silencing the pack. His eyes were dark, filled with restrained anger.

Lennox's jaw was clenched, and Louis stood with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. But I could see the way his fingers tightened over his biceps, as if holding himself back.

Louis turned to the guards standing by the entrance. "Take her to the cells."

My breath caught in my throat. "What?"

The murmurs in the crowd turned into cheers of approval.

"You can't do this!" My mother gasped, stepping forward. "You know my daughter isn't at fault!"

"We will investigate," Lennox said coldly. "Until then, Olivia will remain in the cells."

The guards moved toward me. I took a step back, my heart pounding against my ribs. "No—"

Rough hands grabbed my arms, yanking me forward.

"Mother!" I cried, my voice breaking.

She rushed toward me, but a warrior stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

"Let her go!" she screamed, desperation in her voice.

"Take her away," Louis ordered.

The guards dragged me toward the exit, their grips like iron. My mother's cries echoed behind me as she struggled to get to me.

As I was being taken to the cell, my wolf growled inside me, urging me to shift into her and tear this guard apart, but I chose not to do it. I was already in big trouble; attacking the guards would worsen my situation.