Fated To Not Just One, But Three-Chapter 254: Help

Olivia’s POV

He left the room, and I was left stunned... numb. I still couldn’t believe what Alpha Calvin had said. That he was related to the triplets. Sharing the same great-grandmother? How? Did the triplets’ great-grandmother have another child with a different man? If so, why had I never heard of this? Why had they never mentioned anything? I had grown up beside them. I knew them—or at least, I thought I did. There was never any mention of someone like Alpha Calvin. No gossip. No hints. Was he lying? Was this some twisted game?

I shook my head and winced, biting down a cry. The rope binding me to the chair had dug deep into my skin. My whole body throbbed from sitting in the same position for too long.

My head felt heavy. My eyelids fluttered. I just needed a little sleep. A little peace. But before I could even drift, the door creaked open.

I tensed. It was one of the guards, alone this time. Tall. Broad. Dressed in all black, but something about his smirk made my blood run cold.

He shut the door behind him and locked it. My breath hitched.

"I always wanted to fuck a human," he muttered as he walked toward me slowly. "I bet you guys taste delicious."

I swallowed hard. "Don’t come near me."

He chuckled darkly. "Oh, I’m not going to hurt you... not yet. I just want you to silently open your legs for me."

I froze.

My heart pounded painfully in my chest as he stepped closer, licking his lips.

"Don’t do this," I warned, trying to sound stronger than I felt. "He’ll kill you."

The guard laughed cruelly. "You think he cares what I do with you? He’s not coming back for hours. Now open your legs."

"No!" I screamed, struggling in the chair.

He grabbed my arm harshly, yanking at my dress. "OPEN UP!"

"Don’t touch me!" I cried, kicking out, but I was bound, helpless.

He raised his fist and slammed it into my ribs. I gasped, something inside me cracking as white-hot pain spread through my chest. I choked on my own breath, my own scream, tears burning my eyes.

"You’ll open one way or another," he growled, grabbing my throat. "Make it easy—"

The door burst open.

SLAM.

Alpha Calvin stood in the doorway.

His aura filled the entire room like a crushing wave of ice and anger.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked, his voice dangerously calm.

The guard froze, his hand still on me. "Alpha—"

Calvin moved forward, an intense anger radiating from him.

In one second, his claws were out—he seized the guard by the throat and lifted him off the ground. The man kicked and clawed, choking.

"Did I give you permission to touch her?" Calvin’s voice was like death itself.

"N-no—"

With one swift motion, Calvin sliced his claws across the man’s neck—severing his head from his body.

Blood splattered the wall and floor.

The body dropped with a lifeless thud.

I sat frozen, trembling, tears still streaking down my cheeks. My chest ached with pain. My lip was bleeding.

Calvin turned to me, still breathing hard, his eyes glowing in rage—but not at me.

He crouched down.

And for the first time, he looked... different.

Not like a monster.

But like someone who was concerned.

"Did he hurt you?" he asked quietly.

I couldn’t answer. I just stared at him, dazed and scared... If he hadn’t come when he did... I shivered.

He stood on his feet, covered in the blood of the man who almost violated me. His chest rose and fell, his eyes still glowing faintly with rage. He didn’t say anything.

Just turned slowly, as if to leave.

But halfway to the door, he paused.

Then, without a word, he turned back and walked toward me again.

I tensed, confused, my heart racing.

He kneeled beside me and reached for the ropes.

I flinched instinctively, but he didn’t stop.

His claws retracted, and with careful hands, he began loosening the restraints that had bound me for hours. His touch was surprisingly gentle, despite the dried blood on his fingers.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked, breathless.

He didn’t look at me. "Don’t be scared," he said quietly. "I’m just getting you to my healer. You’re hurt."

My eyes widened.

Before I could process anything else, he slipped an arm under my knees and another behind my back—and lifted me effortlessly from the chair.

I gasped in fear, my voice barely a whisper. "Why are you doing this?"

His gaze remained blank. "Because I don’t hurt women or let them get hurt."

He carried me out of the dim room, while I stayed frozen in his arms, unable to look at him, so I turned my face away, staring at the shadows on the walls.

We moved through a narrow stone corridor that opened into the main part of the packhouse And I froze.The place was....breathtaking.

The walls were made of polished stone and dark wood, with glowing orbs of light floating near the ceilings like silent sentinels. Rich tapestries decorated the halls. Marble floors gleamed underfoot. This wasn’t just a pack house—it was a palace.

As we moved deeper in, servants caught sight of us. Some gasped softly. Others simply bowed their heads in respect to Alpha Calvin, their eyes flicking toward me, confusion in their gaze.

No one dared to ask questions.

He didn’t stop.

We passed a pair of tall double doors, and he kicked one open gently with his foot. The room inside was large and warm—soft candlelight, plush furniture, and a bed that looked like it belonged in a royal suite.

He walked straight to the bed and gently laid me down on the soft sheets.

I winced as pain shot through my side, but I didn’t move.

He straightened up and turned toward the door. "Stay here. I’ll send my healer."

I grabbed his sleeve weakly. "You... you’re not going to lock me up again, are you?"

He paused.

Then looked back at me with something... softer in his expression.

"No," he said. "Not unless you give me a reason to."

And then he was gone, leaving me stunned. I looked around the room as I wondered what was going on. Why did he suddenly have a change of heart? Was this a trick? But the look in his eyes... that look of concern in his eyes tells me I might be wrong.

The door creaked open again, and I tensed, my heart skipping—but this time, it wasn’t a guard.

A woman walked in. Her energy was calm and soothing. Her dark hair was tied back neatly, and her gentle smile instantly made me feel like maybe, just maybe, I was safe.

She closed the door behind her and stepped toward me. "Hello, dear," she said kindly. "I’m Leona. I’m the pack’s healer."

I nodded weakly, my throat still sore.

She approached and crouched beside the bed, her voice gentle. "Alpha Calvin told me what happened. I’m just here to help. Can you tell me where you’re hurting most?"

"My ribs..." I whispered. "And my back. Mostly my back."

She frowned softly in concern and nodded. "Alright. I need to take a proper look."

I hesitated, but something in her tone—so kind and motherly—made me trust her. Slowly, I sat up with a wince, biting back the pain. My hands shook slightly as I reached for the back of my torn dress, pulling it down with effort.

I turned around, exposing my back to her.

She gently traced her fingers along the bruised skin, her touch light. I closed my eyes, breathing shallowly as pain radiated from every inch she touched.

But then—

The door burst open.

I gasped, fumbling to pull the dress back up, but it was too late.

Alpha Calvin stepped inside. He froze as his gaze locked onto me—more specifically, onto my back.

He didn’t speak.

Didn’t blink.

His eyes widened slowly, his lips parting slightly as he stepped closer, almost in disbelief.

"What...?" he breathed out, taking another step. "That mark..."

Leona quickly rose to her feet and stepped aside, confusion flashing in her eyes as she followed his gaze.

But he didn’t look at her. His eyes were solely focused on the lower part of my back—on the dark mark etched into my skin.

A mark shaped like a crescent wrapped in flame.

His voice was low and tight, almost shaken as he stared.

"How... how do you have that mark?"