Chapter 174: It Should Have Been Me

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Chapter 172 of "Fated To Not Just One, But Three" introduces: Chapter 174: It Should Have Been MeOlivia’s POV I burst into the room—and froze. Lying unconscious on... Read on to discover!

Chapter 174: It Should Have Been MeOlivia’s POV I burst into the room—and froze. Lying unconscious on Lennox’s bed were the triplets. Three of them. Lifeless. Pale. Surrounded by healers working frantically, their brows furrowed in concentration. My heart stopped. The moment my presence was noticed, everyone turned to look at me except the healers, who were focused on the triplets. Lady Fiona was the first to move. Her eyes were already wet with tears. She looked at me like I had stabbed her in the heart. "What have you done?" she whispered, her voice shaking with grief and disbelief. She didn’t need to ask. Her tone said she already knew. I opened my mouth to speak, to defend myself—but nothing came out. So I shut it again, swallowing the lump in my throat. Sir Damon said nothing. He Just stared at me blankly, then turned his eyes back to his sons, his face etched with worry. And then there was Alpha Damien. His eyes were wild. Furious. Like a storm trapped behind them. He marched toward me, and before I could even react, he grabbed my wrist. "Wait—Alpha Damien—" I started, but he wasn’t listening. He dragged me out of the room with so much force I nearly stumbled. I wanted to resist, to pull away—but something told me not to. Something told me this wasn’t the time to fight him. His rage was suffocating, burning off him in waves. He didn’t speak until we reached his room. He shoved the door open, yanked me inside, and slammed it shut behind us. Then he turned—and suddenly pushed me against the wall. My back hit the cold surface with a thud, and I gasped. I tried to sidestep him, but he caged me in—his arms braced on either side of my head, his body too close. Our eyes locked, and I could see the rage in his eyes. He leaned in suddenly, his nose brushing against my neck as he sniffed me. His whole body stiffened. The anger in his gaze darkened. "Who was he?" he asked, his voice low but filled with rage. I frowned, lifting my chin, refusing to flinch under his gaze. "None of your concern." He slammed his hand into the wall beside my head, making me jump. "Of course it’s my fucking concern!" he growled. "We’re in a game, Olivia! We have a plan—a strategy! You and I—how the hell do you expect the others to believe in us if you go around fucking someone else!" "I didn’t fuck anyone," I snapped, my voice sharper than I meant. He laughed bitterly. "No? You didn’t fuck him?" His lips curled, his eyes narrowing. "But you made out with him, didn’t you? I can smell him on you. His wolf is still clinging to your skin." "That’s none of your business!" I shot back, shoving against his chest. He didn’t budge. "You think I don’t know what this is about?" he snarled. "You want your payback—for what the triplets did. For all the pain. I get it, Olivia. I do. But if you’re going to get even, it has to be with me." I stared at him, stunned. His voice dropped, raw and ragged. "If anyone was supposed to touch you, then it has to be me!" My frown deepened. "What are you saying..." "I said what I said!" He cut me off. There was something else in his voice now. Jealousy, maybe. Or maybe I was just imagining it. "Only I get to touch you!" he spat. I scoffed, trying to ignore the heat rising under my skin. "That’s insane. I’m your nephews’ wife." "I know that," he growled, his voice strained. His chest was rising and falling fast, his breath heavy, his fists clenched at his sides. For a moment, he looked like he was struggling, fighting something inside himself. "That’s the only thing stopping me," he said, hoarsely. "That’s the only thing keeping me from turning you around right now and fucking you against this wall." I froze. My lips parted, but no sound came out. His jaw clenched, and he stepped in closer. "You don’t get it, do you?" His voice trembled slightly, not with weakness, but restraint. "The moment I saw you standing at that auction, I thought you were the most beautiful, most goddamn sexy woman I’d ever laid eyes on." He let out a bitter laugh. "I would’ve sold my entire fortune, my title, everything I own, if that was what it took to have you." I stared at him, stunned. My throat was dry, my heart pounding like a drum. "Don’t push me, Olivia," he growled. "You think you’re playing some smart little game? You have no idea what you’re doing to me." I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off. "Do you even know what you look like? How you walk? How you smell?" His gaze swept over me like a wildfire. "You drive me insane. And today—coming back smelling like him?" I tried to look away, but he caught my chin gently, forcing me to meet his eyes. "Stay away from that man. Do you understand me?" His voice was low but sharp, no room for argument. "Until this is over—until we are done playing this game—you stay the hell away from every man." Searᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. I swallowed hard, my body tense, my chest tight with a mess of thoughts. "Now get out," he said, turning away from me. I didn’t move. "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 way he looked at me. I hated it. I hated that part of me didn’t hate it at all. 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. I closed my eyes, taking a slow, shaky breath. Then I pushed the door open—and stepped inside.

Chapter 174: It Should Have Been Me

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