Then he turned and left, locking the door behind him.
Left alone, I collapsed onto the bed and stared at the ceiling.
This was my life now. A new name-Rebecca. The wife of Alpha Damien.
I picked the file up again.
It said I was twenty-two years old, an orphan, with no living relatives.
It said I was born in Chandigarh, India, and moved to the States at eighteen to pursue writing. 2
My eyes burned. I could barely recognize the girl described in those pages.
Everything I was… everything I had been… was gone.
I must have laid there for hours, staring at the ceiling. The room was silent, too silent. Every tick of the clock echoed like a scream in my head.
Eventually, there was a soft knock on the door. Before I could answer, it opened slowly, and two women stepped inside. Maids-dressed in soft gray uniforms, their eyes downcast.
One of them carried a silver tray.
“Lunch, ma’am,” she said quietly, placing it on the table.
I sat up but didn’t move toward it. I didn’t feel hungry. My stomach was still twisted in knots from everything that had happened.
They bowed slightly and left, closing the door behind them.
I glanced at the food-roasted meat, vegetables, fresh fruit-but I barely touched it.
Later that evening, they came again. Dinner. Another tray, different dishes. This time, the scent was richer, more tempting.
But again, I barely ate.
I couldn’t stop thinking.
Would the triplets believe I’m dead now?
Were they mourning me?
Has Lennox done something stupid?
Were Louis and Levi taking it well?
The thought made my chest ache.
Were they okay?
Can they even feel that I’m still alive?
Tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them away. I had cried enough. I turned over, hugging the pillow to my chest.
And eventually, sleep took me.
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Morning light streamed into the room.
I stirred slowly at the warmth against my face. I hadn’t opened the curtains… and then I heard movement.
The maids were back.
One of them gently pushed the window open to let the morning sun in. The other moved to the edge of the bed.
“Good morning, ma’am,” she said softly. “Alpha Damien has a meeting at 8 a.m. He requests your presence in the throne room.”
I sat up, rubbing my eyes. “A/meeting?”
“Yes, ma’am. You are to dress and join him. He said it is important.”
C
The maids didn’t wait for me to protest. They opened a wardrobe I hadn’t even noticed before-inside were elegant gowns, silk robes, shining shoes, and expensive jewelry. One of them picked a deep maroon dress, embroidered with gold and lined with velvet. It looked like something a queen would wear.
They helped me bathe and slipped me into it, brushing my hair out and pinning it back with gold clips. One applied a light makeup on my face. Another fastened a golden chain around my neck.
When they were done, I barely recognized myself.
I looked… regal. Royal. Like someone meant to sit on a throne.
But inside, I still felt like a ghost.
The maids led me through the mansion, down a long hallway lined with tall mirrors and art I didn’t bother to look at. My heels clicked on the floor with every step.
Finally, we reached two massive doors.
They opened, revealing a grand throne room filled with pack members and high-ranking wolves. The space was quiet, but all heads turned when I entered.
And then I saw Alpha Damien.
He stood from his throne, dressed in a black tailored suit, eyes locked on mine.
I froze.
Without hesitation, he walked toward me, his expression unreadable.
And then, to my shock, he leaned down and kissed me.
Deeply.
His lips pressed against mine like we were truly in love-like we had a bond no one could break. My body went stiff, but I didn’t pull away.
He pulled back slightly, turned to the room, and said loud and clear:
“This is my wife. Rebecca.”
There was silence for a beat… and then soft claps filled the room, followed by bows and nods of respect.
I stood beside him, still reeling from the kiss, from the weight of his words.
His wife,
Rebecca.
But inside… I was still Olivia.
And my heart?
It still belonged to three broken boys who didn’t even know I was still alive.
Olivia POV
“Come with me, darling,” Damien said gently, his tone both soft and affectionate as he led me toward our seats. I could feel every pair of eyes on us… a sea of questions hung in the air, silent but heavy.
Damien led me toward the seats and gestured for me to take the one beside him, which looked like a smaller version of his. I swallowed hard and sat down, folding my hands in my lap as I lifted my chin to meet their gazes. Every eye was watching, analyzing.
Then, one man rose from the crowd and bowed politely. “Alpha Damien,” he began, “I… I can’t sense any wolf energy from her. Is she human?”
A murmur of agreement rippled through the room. Heads nodded. Eyes narrowed in curiosity, maybe even doubt.
Damien didn’t seem bothered.
“Yes,” he said without pause. “She is human.”
Gasps echoed around us, the tension in the air thickening.
“But,” he continued, his voice stronger, filled with authority, “she is also my mate.”
My eyes widened slightly at his words, but I kept my expression composed. I couldn’t let my real feelings show.
A few voices rose again in hushed tones, uncertain murmurs buzzing from corner to corner.
Then another woman, seated near the front, raised her voice with concern. “Forgive me, Alpha… but can she carry your pups?”
Silence.
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