Oliva’s POV
"So... what do you think?" Mother asked, raising a brow at me. She gave me that confident look, like she was offering me the best gift in the world, utterly convinced I wouldn’t dare refuse.
My wolf was already pacing inside me, her hackles raised. And God help me, she was my mother. If she had been anyone else, I would’ve spat in her face for suggesting such rubbish.
With a glare sharp enough to cut steel, I met her eyes. "Never happening, Mother. I’m not marrying Lord Frederick," I hissed.
The anger on her face deepened, but I didn’t care. In fact, in that moment, I regretted healing her. I should’ve just let her stay in the coma. Life would’ve been so much easier for me.
Her eyes darkened with my refusal, but I still didn’t care. Right now, she felt more like a stranger than the woman who gave birth to me.
"This is your destiny, Olivia. You can’t run from it," she snarled, not even giving me a chance to respond before spinning on her heel and storming out, slamming the door behind her.
"She’s acting like a bitch... no offense," my wolf growled.
I frowned—not at my wolf’s choice of words, but at the whole twisted situation I’d found myself in. I thought meeting my real family, learning who I truly was, would finally make me feel happy. But right now? I wished I’d never found out. I wished I could go back to being the Parkers’ daughter... somehow, life had been so much simpler then.
I inhaled deeply, but the air felt thick, suffocating. I could have teleported straight to the triplets, but I wanted them to sort out their issues without me interfering. So instead of mind-linking or appearing before them, I decided to reach out to Sofia. We hadn’t spoken since Lord Frederick’s party. She hadn’t made any effort to contact me.
Hi, Sofia, I called through the mind link.
She didn’t respond at first. But after a few long seconds, her voice finally connected.
Hi, Olivia, she said, but her voice sounded strained... exhausted.
My brow furrowed, even though I knew she couldn’t see it. "What’s going on, Sofia? You sound... off."
There was a tense silence, then her voice came through the mind link, soft and tired. "I’m at the pack hospital. My son’s been ill for a few days now... and it’s been getting worse."
My chest tightened instantly. "Why didn’t you tell me earlier?" I asked, already getting worked up.
"I didn’t want to bother you. You’ve already been dealing with so much—"
"I don’t care," I cut her off. "I’m coming right now."
Before she could argue, I ended the link and teleported.
The cool scent of antiseptic and healing herbs hit my nose the moment I arrived at the pack hospital. My wolf stirred anxiously inside me. I followed Sofia’s scent down the quiet hallways while ignoring the curious eyes of the people passing by.
Finally, I reached the children’s ward. The faint sounds of soft cries and low voices filled the air. I spotted Sofia sitting beside a bed, her posture slumped, her eyes red from lack of sleep.
The moment she saw me, she looked shocked and got to her feet. "You came so quick," she whispered.
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