Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 252

252 Who Is He

252 Who Is He

I didn’t answer. I just stared at him, silently. Because even though I had nothing left… I still had my secrets. And if this was going to be the end, I’d choose how it finished.

He stared at me, stunned by my answer. Then he laughed–a low, cold sound that didn’t reach his eyes.

Then he looked me up and down, eyes narrowing slightly again. “Are you human?” he asked. “I… can’t feel your wolf.”

I could tell he was angry at the turn of events, and I knew he would end up killing me, not like I’m even scared of death… right now it felt like I needed death more than anything. Death didn’t seem scary anymore. It felt like the only rest I’d ever get.

“And I’m related to Damien,” he said. “And to the triplets.”

I met his eyes without flinching. “Let me go,” I said softly. “Or kill me.”

Then he looked back at me. “What’s the thing you wanted Damien to tell the triplets?” he asked carefully. “You spoke as if… you were involved with them somehow.”

“And they?” he asked.

I hesitated, then asked, “Who are you?”

He studied me for a long, quiet second, then finally said, “I’m Alpha Calvin. Of the Nightshade Pack.”

I held his stare, but I didn’t open my mouth. Because I remembered what Damien told me once. That it was better if Olivia stayed dead… because there were people who would kill her if they ever learned she was alive.

But then he added something that made my breath hitch.

His brows pulled together. For the first time, I saw something in his eyes besides coldness… was that concern?/

He walked slowly to the chair across from me and sat, leaning back. His gaze never left mine. There was something different in his eyes now. Confusion. Maybe a little curiosity.

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252 Who Is He

Olivia’s POV

His frown deepened. “Then why did you marry him?” he asked.

He gave me a slow nod. “We share the same great–grandmother. The Alphas of the Full Moon Pack–Lennox, Levi, Louis–they’re my distant cousins. And Alpha Damien is my distant uncle.”

He finally stopped pacing and turned to face me, frustration flashing in his eyes.

I frowned at him… he seemed far too interested in the triplets. I drew in a slow breath, picking my words carefully.

“You’re Damien’s wife,” he said slowly, studying my every twitch, every breath. “So what did you mean by he should tell them the truth someday? What truth?”

I let out a sigh, tired and hollow. “Do whatever you want. I’m tired… really tired.”

I blinked. “What…?”

I didn’t know why I asked, but I needed to know who he really was. If he was going to kill me, I at least wanted to know the name and identity of my killer.

I’shook my head. “No. I don’t.”

“So Damien’s played me,” he muttered to himself. “Again.”

I saw it in his eyes–the shift. The shock. He didn’t know what to make of that.

His eyes narrowed. I tilted my chin. “He married me as a campaign. That’s all. He doesn’t love me. Everything he did… everything he said… was just an act.”

“Now what should I do with you?” he asked bitterly. “Hmm? What do you think I should

do?”

I thought of the woman in my dream. The one who told me I had escaped my first

death. Maybe it was better to let Olivia stay dead.

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