Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 191: The Prophecy

Olivia’s POV

Nora and Lolita exchanged glances with me before they quietly left the room, leaving me alone with the triplets.

I folded my arms tightly across my chest, scowling at them.

"To what do I owe this visit?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. My tone was harsh and impatient. "If this is another apology tour, you can save it."

They hesitated.

Just like always, it looked like they were silently debating who would speak first. But I was already losing patience.

"If you have nothing to say," I said, turning toward the window again, "then leave my room."

But before I could take another step, Lennox’s voice stopped me.

"A seer had a revelation about you."

I froze.

Slowly, I turned back to face them.

"A revelation?" I echoed, my brow furrowed.

"Yes," Levi said this time, stepping forward.

I studied all three of them, my arms still crossed.

Their eyes... there was something in them. Worry. Fear. And it made my stomach twist.

"What did she say?"

There was a pause. A silent exchange between them. The kind that told me I wouldn’t like the answer.

Then, Lennox finally spoke.

"She said..."

He paused—just briefly—before the words fell from his lips.

"She saw you. In a pool of your own blood."

My breath hitched. noveldrama

I swallowed hard as the words rang again in my mind.

A pool of blood.

The same thing the seer at the market had warned me about.

A wave of unease hit me. My arms dropped to my sides.

The triplets must have noticed because Levi stepped closer, his voice suddenly softer.

"You don’t have to be scared, Olivia... Nothing will happen to you," he said. "We will protect you with our lives."

I frowned. Deeply.

"I’m not scared," I snapped, even though I was lying. "And if this is a way to get me scared, it won’t work."

"We’re not trying to get you scared," Lennox said quickly.

I believed him—but I didn’t want them to know that.

There was a strange silence before Louis finally spoke for the first time.

"There’s more," he said, sounding more worried.

I turned to him slowly.

He inhaled deeply before continuing, "The Seer... she also said you must not leave this pack."

I blinked.

"What?" I asked flatly.

"She said you must stay here," Louis went on. "That something terrible will happen if you leave."

I stared at him in disbelief, then shook my head.

"Now that," I said coldly, "I don’t believe."

Their brows furrowed.

"I met a stranger, a seer. She had no reason to lie. And she said the exact same thing about the blood... so I believe her," I continued, my voice rising slightly. "But this? This ’don’t leave the pack’ nonsense? That sounds like a convenient excuse to trap me here."

Lennox frowned. "Olivia—"

"No," I snapped. "You three think I’m that naive? You think throwing a scary vision at me will stop me from breaking the bond?"

"It’s not a scheme," Levi said, his voice serious now. "We wouldn’t lie about something like this."

"Then why do I feel like this is exactly what you’re doing?" I shot back.

The room was silent again.

"You want me to stay," I said, my frown deepening. "And you are using a prophecy for it."

"That’s not true," Louis said tightly. "This isn’t about what we want—"

"Then what is it?" I cut in. "Because from where I’m standing, it sounds like you’re using a prophecy as a leash."

The air was tense. None of them answered right away...

Until Levi finally stepped forward.

"Yes," he said. "We don’t want to lose you."

I blinked, but he wasn’t finished.

"Yes, we still want you, Olivia."

His jaw clenched.

"We never stopped wanting you. Even when we were angry. Even when we acted like we hated you. We never truly did."

My lips parted, but nothing came out.

I wasn’t ready for that.

"But this prophecy?" Levi continued. "It’s not a trick. Not some story we made up to keep you here. I swear on my life... it’s real."

He looked me straight in the eyes.

And for a second—just a second—I saw the truth in his gaze.

But I couldn’t afford to feel it. I didn’t want to believe it.

I straightened my shoulders, forcing my expression cold.

"I don’t care," I said flatly.

He sighed.

"I don’t care about your prophecy. Or your feelings. Or your regrets."

That was a lie.

A big one.

But I told it like I meant it.

"Nothing you say or do is going to stop me. My mind’s made up. And if I were you..." I paused, letting the silence sting.

"I would mark Anita. Save the babies. Make peace with your little family."

Their frown deepened.

"Because whether you like it or not..." I looked each of them dead in the eyes.

"I’m still going to reject you."

My words hurt them so much that I felt the pain in their hearts through the bond, and I had to look away, turning my back to them.

"Please leave," I whispered, but loud enough for them to hear.

For a moment, I thought they might protest. Beg. Try one last time to change my mind.

But they didn’t.

Instead, I began hearing retreating footsteps as they walked toward the door. I heard the door open, and then it closed. And then the familiar warmth and intoxicating scent of them faded from the room.

I let out a shaky breath and closed my eyes.

My chest felt tight. My heart... heavier than before.

Why did it always hurt more after they left?

I walked slowly to the edge of my bed and sat down. My thoughts were a jumbled mess.

Then a soft knock pulled me from my thoughts.

I froze.

For a second, I thought maybe the triplets had come back.

But the knock was gentle. Too gentle to be one of them.

"Luna Olivia?" Lolita called softly.

"Come in," I said quietly, still staring out the window.

The door opened, and she walked in.

"I didn’t mean to interrupt," she said. "But... this came for you."

I turned around.

She handed me a sealed envelope. My name was written on it in careful handwriting.