I shook my head. “I don’t know. But let’s wait for the seer. She has a lot to explain.” I exhaled, my shoulders heavy.
I sat down, my fingers tangled in my hair, the weight of everything crashing down on me. My brothers stayed nearby-Louis pacing around, Levi slumped on the couch with his face in his hands. The room was quiet, but the air was thick with confusion.
“Damien.”
Both my brothers looked at me.
Louis nodded slowly. “Yeah… he knows something. Or he’s hiding something.”
Then I turned slowly toward my brothers. “If the body in that grave was Rebecca…” I trailed off, the weight of what I was about to say hitting me hard. “…then who the hell was the Rebecca we met?”
For a moment, the room went still. No one spoke. No one moved.
“Unless…” Dustin swallowed. “Unless that was never Olivia.”
My mind kept going back to that coffin. That body. That head. It wasn’t Olivia. I knew it now. Deep down, my soul knew it. My wolf knew it. He hadn’t mourned like he should -hadn’t howled in pain, hadn’t stirred at all. Because it wasn’t her. It never was. But then… Rebecca?
I swallowed hard, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. I gave a slight nod. The guards moved. Slowly, cautiously, they pried open the lid of the coffin. A soft hiss escaped as the seal broke. Then-
“I know,” she said quickly, trembling. “And I’m sorry. I lied.”
It was past 1 a.m. My brothers, Clark, Dustin, three guards, and I were at the cemetery behind the mansion. Everywhere was quiet, and the air felt heavy. The guards had just finished digging up the grave. The white coffin was now out and placed in front of us. “We’ll find a way to help him,” I replied flatly. “But you’re done here.”
Levi cursed under his breath and turned away, running a hand through his hair.
“What the actual hell is going on?” Louis whispered in disbelief.
She wasn’t Rebecca.
“We watched Olivia get buried… we saw her face…” Clark said, stunned.
“I lied,” she repeated, her voice breaking. “Please… forgive me. I had no choice. My only son was kidnapped. I was threatened. They told me if I didn’t lie-if I didn’t say body was Olivia’s-they’d kill him.”
Levi narrowed his eyes. “You think he’s involved?”
Lennox’s POV
Dustin didn’t respond. He just pointed, wide-eyed, into the coffin. “Come look.”
“What the ” Levi gasped.
“You betrayed us,” Louis added. “You made us bury the wrong person. You made us mourn Olivia.”
“I can do an incantation,” the seer offered quickly. “A vision spell. It might reveal who was behind it-“
I leaned forward slowly, my heart pounding harder the more I thought about it. If that head belonged to Rebecca-then what about the woman I kissed two nights ago? The one I felt so drawn to? The one who made my heart ache with emotions I didn’t understand? Was that really… Rebecca? Or someone else entirely? My head spun.
She looked up at me, devastated.
Levi stood up, his eyes dark with confusion. “Since the body wasn’t Olivia, then who did it?”
Louis finally spoke. “If the body was Rebecca’s… then who the hell was this Rebecca we met?”
“I’m begging you… I didn’t want to do it. But I had no other way.”
“I… I don’t know,” she said, tears filling her milky eyes. “They never showed their faces. Only left a note with the threat and instructions. They’ve been watching me ever since.”
Suddenly, the door burst open, and Dustin stepped in, panting slightly. Behind him was the seer, her head lowered, her eyes not meeting ours. The moment she entered, tension filled the room like smoke.
My mouth went dry. My legs went weak.
The body lying in the coffin was the same. The same dress. The same posture. The
Juvia same scent. But the head… It wasn’t Olivia’s. It was Rebecca’s. Her severed head had been placed on the body we buried. Her eyes closed. Lifeless.
Because if the body in the coffin was not Olivia-then where the hell was she? And why was Rebecca’s head there instead? None of it made sense. And that was the scariest part.
“Get out,” I said coldly.
Dustin escorted her out, her sobs echoing behind her as the door shut.
Silence hung in the air. Tense. Thick. Terrifying.
He hesitated, then shook his head. “I’ll tell you later. When you’re ready. There’s… a long, dark history there.”
Then he turned back to me, a big smile slowly spreading across his face.
The moment I said their names, I noticed Calvin’s face shift. His jaw tightened, and a faint frown tugged at his lips. He wasn’t pleased. But I kept going.
“And just when I thought it was over,” I continued, “Alpha Damien came. He saved me… but only under one condition. He said I had to disappear. Change my face. Pretend to be dead. For one year.”
His eyes widened in disbelief, a mixture of shock and confusion. I noticed his breathing quicken, panic flashing in his eyes-but he didn’t interrupt. He was holding himself back, letting me finish.
My heart pounded, confusion and curiosity swirling inside me.
He stepped back, his hands in his pockets. “Because I want everyone to know who you are now. Especially them.”
“I grew up in the Full Moon Pack,” I continued. “And I became friends with the triplets -Lennox, Levi, and Louis.”
Calvin pulled back slightly and looked into my eyes. “There’s something you should know. Our family-the Beckham bloodline-and the Lucianos, the triplets’ family… we’ve always hated each other.”
The room went quiet. Calvin didn’t speak. He was staring into space, lost in thought- processing everything. His eyes flickered, his brows furrowed, and I could tell his mind was running wild with questions.
My chest twisted so hard it hurt. My wolf whimpered in the back of my mind, her pain echoing mine.
“Did you sleep with them?” he asked.
He exhaled, as if he’d been holding his breath the entire time. Slowly, he squatted down in front of me, his eyes gentle yet filled with deep concern.
The bracelet on my wrist clicked open, and I inhaled sharply, my chest rising as if I had been underwater all this time-finally able to breathe again. The old witch gently slid it off my skin, and instantly, I felt it. O
“My father-Mr. Parker-was accused of a crime. He was arrested and thrown into jail. My mother and I were cast out. We became omegas overnight.”
But even in his arms, the ache throbbed deep.
I pressed my hand to my chest, as if trying to keep the hurt from spilling out. My throat burned. My chest ached. It was a different kind of pain-deeper. Not physical. Not even entirely emotional. It was something else… something raw and impossible to explain.
Warmth.
My throat tightened, but I kept my voice steady.
Life.
He didn’t reply. He was staring at the ground now, his expression unreadable.
He tilted his head, mischief dancing in his eyes. “Let’s just say… I have scores to settle with them.” 3
Calvin moved closer. “I know,” he said gently, his voice full of understanding. “It hurts. I don’t know why the Moon Goddess made you their mate, Olivia. Maybe it was a mistake. A cruel mistake. But it’s a good thing you rejected them.”
I paused when I saw Calvin’s expression twist again, darkening into a frown.
“I’ll begin the rituals tomorrow,” she said. “Now that you are eighteen, your powers will start awakening. Slowly, but they’ll come. You’ve been locked for too long, child.”
But Calvin didn’t say anything. He simply looked at me with concern.
The old witch, who had been standing silently in the corner, finally stepped forward.
“Just sit back,” he said softly, “and watch.”
“What? Why?” I asked, stunned.
“Yes,” I nodded. “I was their mate. All three of them. They didn’t want it. They rejected it. But their father forced them. And eventually… they marked me. They married me
“I thought things might get better,” I said. “But they didn’t. They made my best friend their mistress. Paraded her around in front of me. Hurt me in ways I can’t even describe.”
Energy.
Calvin’s teeth gritted hard. “Bastards,” he hissed under his breath.
My heart skipped a beat. My breath caught. I’m related to the triplets too.
Then suddenly, he looked at me sharply.
“She’s back,” I nodded. “My wolf is back.”
I blink at him. “A party?”
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.