Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 312

Chapter 312: Tell Me About Yourself

Olivia’s POV

I appeared back in my room and quietly made my way toward the one I assumed my mother was staying in. Reaching the door, I inhaled deeply before pushing it open.

Stepping inside, I found her seated on the bed, her back resting against the headboard, while Calvin sat beside her, feeding her small bites of food.

The moment her eyes landed on me, a big, bright smile spread across her face. It was the kind of smile that reached her eyes, softening her features. Something about it felt... contagious. I couldn’t help but smile back.

I walked closer to the bed, and she immediately patted the space beside her, urging me to sit. I didn’t hesitate. I lowered myself onto the mattress.

Her gaze swept over me slowly, deliberately, as if memorizing every detail of my face. "You look so beautiful," she said softly, warmth coating every syllable.

I smiled faintly. "All thanks to your genes."

Her face brightened even more, and for a moment, I found myself staring at her—this woman who had given birth to me. My biological mother.

And yet... I didn’t know her.

All my life, I had believed Mrs. Parker was my mother. She had raised me, cared for me, loved me in every way that mattered. She never once made me feel like I didn’t belong to her. I never questioned it. Not once.

Mrs. Parker had been a good mother to me. And I had tried, in my own way, to be a good daughter to her.

But now... sitting here, looking at the woman who had brought me into this world, I didn’t know what to expect or feel.

I didn’t know if the choices I’d made—or the choices I was about to make—would disappoint her.

And despite everything I told myself about not caring for other people’s opinions anymore... I realized I cared about hers. More than I wanted to.

"So, tell me, Olivia... tell me everything about yourself... I’m dying to know you," she said, sounding so eager to know me.

I swallowed hard, unsure where to begin, unsure what to tell her and what to keep hidden. In truth, my life hadn’t been all that interesting... There was nothing worth telling, nothing that stood out from the past few years. Still, I knew I had to come up with something.

I forced a small smile, shifting slightly on the bed. "Well... I don’t even know where to start."

"Anywhere," she urged softly, her eyes bright with curiosity. "I just want to know you. Everything."

I hesitated, my fingers twisting together in my lap. The truth was... I didn’t know what was safe to share. My life hadn’t been a fairytale. It wasn’t full of glamorous stories or joyful memories. Most of it had been quiet, uneventful—at least for the past four years. And the parts that weren’t... well, those were the ones I wasn’t sure I wanted her to know.

Still, the hope in her eyes made it impossible to stay silent.

"I grew up in the Full Moon Pack with the Parkers," I began slowly. "Father was a warrior, and Mother worked in the pack hospital as a nurse before Father was framed and sent to jail—or so I thought. After that, Mother and I became omegas, working in the pack house."

Her head tilted slightly as she listened, her attention fixed on me like I was telling her the most important story in the world.

"I didn’t have many friends," I admitted with a small shrug. "But I didn’t mind. I liked quiet places. I liked... staying in my own little world."

Her hand reached for mine, squeezing gently. "That doesn’t sound boring to me, Olivia. That sounds like my daughter."

A lump formed in my throat. I looked down at our joined hands, unsure if I could meet her gaze without breaking apart.

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