“I said get out, Olivia.”
I hesitated only for a second, then turned, walked to the door, and opened it. My hand trembled on the handle as I pushed it open and walked out, shutting the door behind me.
As I made my way back to the triplets, my mind was a tangled storm of emotions. Rage, confusion, guilt… and something I didn’t even want to name. My heart was still racing from everything Alpha Damien said. From the way he touched me. From the looked at me.
I hated it.
I hated that part of me didn’t hate it at all. way he
I pressed a hand to my chest as I turned down the corridor, trying to calm my breathing, trying to make sense of everything. The triplets were unconscious, and somehow-somehow-it was my fault.
All I’d done was make out with Gabriel.
I didn’t mean to hurt them. I wanted them to feel just a glimpse. I didn’t know it would make them go unconscious since we didn’t have sex.
But Damien-he made it sound like it was betrayal. Like I’d gone and broken some sacred vow I never agreed to in the first place. And then the things he said…
If anyone was supposed to touch you, it had to be me.
I would’ve sold everything just to have you.
My steps slowed.
Did he mean it? Or was it just the heat of the moment? Some twisted mix of possessiveness and jealousy tangled up in the plan we were supposed to be playing? Or… was it something more?
No. No, it couldn’t be. It shouldn’t be. I was the triplets’ wife. Damien was their uncle.
And yet… when he touched me, when he pressed me against the wall, when he looked at me like I was the only woman in the world-it didn’t feel wrong.
That was the worst part.
It didn’t feel wrong.
I reached the door and paused. I could hear soft voices inside. Lady Fiona’s hushed murmurs, one of the healers responding quietly. I pressed a hand against the door but didn’t push it open right away.
Instead, I leaned my forehead against the wood.
What was happening to me?
Gabriel. Damien. The triplets. This game we were playing-it was starting to feel less like a strategy and more like a trap. One I’d set for myself. 2
I closed my eyes, taking a slow, shaky breath. Then I pushed the door open-and stepped inside. 3
Sensing Trouble
Sugarlitics Creator’s
Olivia’s POV
“Why are they not up yet?” Sir Damon asked, his worry so obvious in his voice.
The healers didn’t respond as they kept doing their incantations.
Where I stood beside the door, I felt guilty and worried. You can’t blame me… I once loved them. Loved? No… that word felt too weak. I adored them. Cherished them. I worshipped the ground they walked on.
And now they were lying there in such a state because of my action.
My wolf whimpered deep inside me. She was scared, just like me. I swallowed hard, trying to push the fear away, but it was growing stronger by the second.
“What the fuck is the problem!” Sir Damon suddenly shouted, stepping closer. “Why is none of them responding yet?!”
His voice cracked with panic. I understood why. These were his only sons. And now all three were in danger.
One of the healers finally spoke, her voice filled with worry.
“It’s the bond,” she said. “The emotional connection between them and Luna Olivia. It’s strong… and what she did-making out with another wolf-caused them a deep pain. A pain their wolves didn’t know how to handle.”
I felt my heart drop.
Lady Fiona looked at me, really looked. Her eyes were full of sadness, maybe disappointment, but she didn’t say anything. She turned her gaze back to the triplets.
Sir Damon didn’t speak either. He clenched his jaw, staring at his sons like he was begging them to wake up.
Another healer spoke, worry all over her face.
“If they don’t wake up soon… we’ll have to move them to the Sanctuary.”
My brows pulled together/”The Sanctuary?”
“It’s a sacred place,” she explained softly. “For wolves with deep or dangerous conditions. Illnesses that normal healing can’t fix. There… some rituals are performed But not everyone comes back the same.
A chill ran through me.
“No,” I whispered, barely able to breathe. Not the Sanctuary. Anything but that.
I looked at the triplets again-my heart aching. This wasn’t what I wanted. Not like this. I never wanted to hurt them this far.
My wolf stirred inside me, her voice soft and unsure. “Try… try to use your healing ability… maybe we can help.”
My hands trembled a little as I looked down at them. I hadn’t used that side of me since two days ago. I didn’t even know if it would work… but I had to try. Because if anything happens to them, I won’t be able to live with the guilt.
I looked around the room. Everyone was so tense, so focused on the triplets.
They couldn’t know. No one could know about this ability-not yet. I didn’t even fully understand it myself. It was something I kept hidden… something I wasn’t sure was real.
So, from where I stood near the wall, I slowly closed my eyes. I took a deep breath and focused.
I reached for them-not with my hands, but with the mate bond.
“Connect,” my wolf whispered. “Find them.”
I let my mind stretch, searching for the bond, the invisible thread that still tied me to them. I didn’t know what I was doing exactly. I didn’t have a guide or a spell. Just feeling. Just instinct.
At first, there was nothing.
Just darkness.
Confusion.
Doubt crept in.
What if this doesn’t work? What if I make it worse?
But I pushed past it. I focused on them-their faces, their smiles, their laughter, the memories we once shared. I focused on how much I cared, even after everything. I poured that feeling out through the bond.
And then…
A shift.
It was small at first. Like a flicker of light in the dark.
Then stronger.
A spark.
I felt something click into place-and just then, I heard a sharp gasp.
It was from Lady Fiona.
My eyes flew open, my breath caught in my throat.
All three triplets were staring up at the ceiling, eyes wide, blinking slowly like they were waking from a deep sleep.
A soft cry escaped Lady Fiona’s lips, her hands covering her mouth.
Sir Damon rushed forward, his eyes full of shock and relief. “They’re awake…”
The healers quickly moved closer, checking their vitals, whispering quietly.
But I just stood there, frozen in place.
It worked.
Somehow… it worked.
As if something pulled them toward me, all three of the triplets slowly turned their heads… and looked right at me.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.