Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 313

Chapter 313: Disappointment

Olivia’s POV

Mother scoffed and gave a small shrug.

"Fine... tell us the truth," she hissed, the skepticism dripping from her tone. I could hear it clearly, but I chose to ignore it.

"I know what the triplets did to me is unforgivable—"

"I’m glad you know—" Calvin cut in sharply.

"Shut up, please," I snapped, my voice full of spite.

"Olivia... watch your tongue," Mother warned, her tone hardening. "That’s your elder brother. Ten years older than you and the Alpha of this pack."

I turned my glare to him. "Then he should act like one," I hissed back.

Mother’s eyes narrowed, that look of annoyance crossing her face again, but I ignored it.

Left to me alone, I saw no need to give them any explanation. They’d already made up their minds. But this... this wasn’t just about me. For the sake of the triplets—for the truth—I had to speak.

I drew in a slow breath, my chest tight with frustration.

"The triplets’ actions... the things they did... were because they were under a spell."

Calvin’s brows shot up, disbelief flashing in his eyes. "So I’m supposed to believe that?"

"Yes," I said firmly, my voice leaving no room for doubt. "Because I know them. I grew up with them. Those men loved me more than anybody in the world. They didn’t just care for me—they worshipped me."

Mother’s expression tightened, but I pressed on, my voice gaining strength.

"I know what real love looks like, and I know what it feels like when it’s taken away. The men I knew—the men who held me like I was the only thing that mattered—would never hurt me like that. Not in their right minds. So yes, I believe them.... Anita’s father twisted them into what you’ve heard about. But it wasn’t them."

My voice wavered slightly as I finished, but I forced myself to meet both their gazes.

"They were being controlled by a spelled letter... If you think I’m lying, then do the findings yourself."

There was a moment of silence as my words hung in the air. Then, suddenly, Calvin began to clap slowly, mockingly.

"Bravo," he drawled. "Truly... bravo."

My eyes narrowed. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

"It means," he said, leaning forward slightly, "how can you be so foolish, dear little sister? So silly as to actually believe them? They are Alphas. Charms and spells don’t work on Alphas. That’s basic knowledge."

His words hit like a slap, but I refused to flinch. I forced myself to meet his gaze head‑on.

"When they were charmed," I said steadily, "they weren’t Alphas yet. They were still heirs. Still vulnerable in ways you clearly don’t understand."

Calvin’s mouth tightened, a humorless smirk playing on his lips.

"I can’t believe you’re this naïve," he muttered. "Defending the very people who—"

"Enough," I cut in sharply, my voice trembling but loud. "You think I’m naïve because I refuse to hate the people I know better than anyone? Fine. But don’t stand there pretending you know my truth better than I do. You weren’t there."

His jaw flexed, but I didn’t look away.

"I have told you the truth. It’s left for you to believe it or not..."

"I don’t believe it," Mother cut in.

I moved my gaze in her direction and held it. For a moment, I was disappointed in her. I thought having her here was supposed to be of great help to me—that she would understand me and be on my side—but from the look of things, it seems I might be wrong.

"I heard they are your second chance mates," she said, but I didn’t respond. I just looked away.

"I don’t know what silly moves the Moon Goddess is playing at, but you are going to reject them..."

"I won’t!" I cut in. "I’m never doing that," I said firmly.

Mother’s brow furrowed as she gave me that look of disappointment, and despite how much it hurt, I didn’t care.

"I should have raised you myself... see what you’ve become." She sighed, disappointment dripping in her tone.

Those words from her hurt... it hurt so much, but I swallowed back my pain. If I could endure all the terrible things the men I loved more than life did to me, then I can endure the hurtful words of a woman I barely met twenty-four hours ago.

Slowly, I got up on my feet, my hardened gaze locked on her.

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