Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 272: Meeting My Mother

Olivia’s POV

A knock landed on my door, and I instantly knew it was Calvin.

"Come in," I called softly.

The door creaked open, and Calvin stepped in with a warm smile spreading across his face the moment his eyes met mine. I was starting to get used to that smile—the way it lit up like just seeing me made his whole day better.

"Good morning," I greeted, rising to my feet.

"Morning," he replied as he stepped further into the room. "How was your night?"

I smiled and lied, "It was great."

The truth? It wasn’t.

All night, I’d tossed and turned, thoughts of the triplets haunting my mind. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake them off. Their faces, their voices, their touch... it was like a ghost that wouldn’t leave.

But I couldn’t tell Calvin that.

He nodded slowly, maybe sensing something behind my smile. "Come with me. I want you to meet Mother."

My breath caught.

Our mother?

My heart skipped a beat.

I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was anxious but also... strangely eager. He led the way, and I followed him through a quiet hallway. The air grew cooler the deeper we walked, and the walls dimmed with shadow as we turned into a passage I hadn’t seen before.

Finally, we reached a door at the very end.

It was old, carved with strange symbols I couldn’t read.

Calvin pushed it open gently, and the scent of herbs and age washed over us as we stepped inside. noveldrama

The room was dimly lit by a few flickering candles placed around the corners. It was silent... heavy... like time stood still here.

And in the center, was a bed.

My steps slowed.

There—lying still and lifeless on the bed—was a woman.

My breath caught in my throat as I drew closer.

Her face.

I’d seen it before.

At the rooftop.

In my dreams.

This was her.

Calvin stood beside me, his voice low. "Meet our mother."

My eyes widened as I looked at him, then back at the woman who looked like she was having a peaceful sleep.

"She’s not dead," he continued. "She’s in a spiritual coma. Has been like this for the past ten years."

I blinked through the sting in my eyes. "Can’t she be healed?" I asked quietly.

Calvin’s gaze stayed fixed on her face, his jaw tight with pain. "No healer has been able to help her," he murmured. "They’ve tried everything. For ten years."

My chest ached. Ten years of being like this.

I turned to him slowly. "What if I try? What if I use my abilities? Maybe I can reach her. Maybe I can pull her back."

He looked at me then gently shook his head.

"Not yet," he said softly. "You’re still learning. You don’t even know the full range of what you’re capable of. If anything goes wrong..." His voice trailed off, but I saw the fear in his eyes.

Fear of losing her completely.

Fear of losing me.

"You’re my only hope, Olivia," he added. "But not now. Please. Finish your training first."

I nodded, understanding. I wasn’t ready yet—not if trying meant risking everything.

I turned back to her and stepped closer to the bed. Slowly, I reached out and gently took her hand in mine. It was warm.

I swallowed back the lump in my throat.

"Hi," I whispered, my thumb brushing lightly over her fingers. "I’m Olivia... your daughter. I’ve waited so long to meet you."

A tear slid down my cheek, landing softly on her blanket.

"I can’t wait to really meet you one day. To hear your voice."

I hesitated, glancing at Calvin, then back at her.

"I promise," I whispered, "I’ll bring you back. Just hold on a little longer."

With one last squeeze of her hand, I stepped back.

Calvin flashed me a weak smile before leading me out of the room.

When we stepped into the lighter part of the hallway, Calvin turned to me.

"I have a few meetings to attend," he said quietly. "Pack matters. I’ll come check on you later, alright?"

I nodded, giving him a small smile. "Okay."

He paused like he wanted to say more but ended up just nodding back before heading off in the opposite direction.

I returned to my room, my thoughts heavy.

Seeing her... our mother... had shifted something deep inside me. She was real. She was here. And now I understood why Calvin carried so much weight in his heart.

I sat on the edge of my bed, replaying her peaceful face in my mind when a soft knock pulled me out of my thoughts.

A maid peeked in.

"Lady Olivia," she said with a small bow, "Alpha Joel of the Stone Pack is here to see you."

I blinked, confused. "Alpha Joel?"

She nodded. "He’s waiting in the living room."

I sighed. Calvin had told me to get used to this.

"Alright," I said, smoothing my hair. "I’ll be there in a moment."

I made my way downstairs and entered the large sitting room.

A tall man stood near the window, hands in his pockets. He turned when he heard me enter.

My steps slowed slightly.

He was handsome.

Dressed casually in a dark shirt and fitted jeans, with a calm, confident look that made it hard to guess he was an Alpha. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties, with neat dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and eyes that seemed to observe everything without missing a beat.

He smiled politely and stepped forward.

"Olivia," he said warmly. "It’s a pleasure to finally meet you."

I gave him a small nod, still watching him carefully. "You too, Alpha Joel."

He chuckled. "Please—just Joel. No need for titles."

I gave a faint smile.

"I owe you an apology," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I wasn’t able to make it to your welcome celebration. I was caught up in urgent matters at my pack. I hope you’ll forgive my absence."

"It’s alright," I said politely. "Alphas are usually busy."

He nodded, smiling warmly at me. "I came because I thought it was time we met properly," he continued. "Also, I would like to request that you give me the opportunity of taking you to dinner someday."

I raised a brow slightly but kept my tone neutral. "I’ll think about it."

This was the fifth man who had asked me to dinner, and it was already beginning to suffocate me.

As Joel and I exchanged a few more polite words, I kept my smile intact, though my thoughts were elsewhere. He was kind, charming even... but I barely knew him, and his invitation to dinner, while flattering, felt like another weight being placed on my already burdened shoulders.

When he finally left, I exhaled quietly and made my way back to my room.

The moment I stepped inside, I let out a tired sigh.

The room was quiet. Too quiet.

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked around. The space felt beautiful but unfamiliar. Like it belonged to someone else.

How was I supposed to survive this life?

This attention.

These titles.

These constant meetings with Alphas and strangers, all expecting something from me just because I was "special."

I missed Nora’s laugh. Lolita’s teasing. I missed having someone around who saw me for me—not for what I represented.

I curled my knees to my chest and leaned against the headboard, staring at the wall.

Then... a silly thought crossed my mind.

But it didn’t feel silly for long.

I took a breath and focused.

"Lennox...?"

My voice trembled through the mind link.

"Can you hear me?"

There was silence... then a jolt of surprise.

"Olivia?" Lennox responded... sounding shocked to hear from me.

I hesitated.

"Sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you. I just..."

I paused.

"I wanted to ask about Nora and Lolita. My handmaids. Are they... still there?"

His voice came softly. "Yeah... they’re still here."

He paused.

"Do you... want them with you?"

I felt a smile tug at the corner of my lips.

"Yes. I miss them."

There was a quiet beat before he answered again.

"Then I’ll send them to you immediately. Just tell the men at the border to let them through."

A big smile spread across my face. For a moment, I didn’t feel so alone anymore.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"Anything for you, Oli," Lennox replied gently.

The moment he called me by my nickname, something in me shifted.

My heart began to pound fast and loud, like it was trying to escape my chest. A fluttery sensation stirred in my stomach, wild and uncontrollable... like butterflies taking flight.

Just hearing his voice...

Just knowing he still cared enough to do something for me...

It overwhelmed me.

Too much.

I blinked rapidly and ended the link before I’d do something silly.