Mated to three, fated to two

A rogue dies

Olivia's POV

I could feel it.

Like static in the air before a storm. That thick, gut-deep knowing that something was shifting, morphing, spiraling.

The triplets were unraveling—around me, because of me.

Kael’s gold eyes tracked my every move like a predator calculating his next strike. He didn’t speak much—he never did—but when he looked at me, I could hear the unspoken war waging inside him. It was in the way his jaw clenched when Riven brushed his fingers against mine. In the sharp inhale he took when Silas stood too close, too long. Kael didn’t react outwardly, but the tension? It was suffocating. And his restraint? Cracking.

Riven was the opposite. Loud. Reckless. That damn crooked grin permanently etched on his face like he knew he was the problem—and enjoyed it. He cornered me in the training room when he thought no one was looking, slamming a hand beside my head and leaning in close.

"You feel it too, don’t you?" he murmured, voice a gravelly whisper. "This thing between us. Tell me I’m not losing my damn mind, Olivia."

My pulse spiked. I hated how easily he got under my skin, how quickly I leaned into him before forcing myself away.

"You're reckless, Riven."

"Yeah? Maybe. But I’m not a liar. I want you. All of you. And I’m done pretending I don’t."

Then he kissed me.

Rough. Hungry. Like he was staking a claim.

And I let him. For too long.

Until Kael’s presence filled the doorway like a thunderclap, his voice a chilling command: "Enough."

Riven smirked against my lips before pulling back. "Always the party pooper, big brother."

Kael didn’t say a word. He just looked at me. And in that look—I saw it. The fury. The jealousy. The confusion. And the fear. Not of Riven. But of what I was doing to him.

Later, I found myself alone with Kael in the war room, maps spread across the table like battlefield c*****e. He didn’t speak for minutes, just stood with his hands braced against the wood, staring at a territory map like it wronged him.

"They’re weak," he finally said. "The rogues. Disorganized. Easy to manipulate."

"That’s not what you brought me here to talk about."

He didn’t flinch. But his knuckles whitened.

"No. It’s not."

He turned slowly, stepping closer. One, two, three predatory strides until we were toe-to-toe. He reached out and—gently, shockingly—tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You’re a distraction," Kael murmured. "A liability. But I can’t stop thinking about you. And that makes you dangerous."

I held his gaze. "So what are you going to do about it?"

His mouth brushed mine before I could think. But it wasn’t a kiss. It was a threat wrapped in longing.

"Still deciding," he whispered, and walked away.

And then came Silas.

Sweet. Smiling. Deadly.

We were outside the northern border when it happened. A rogue burst from the tree line, feral eyes locked on me. I barely had time to shift my stance before Silas moved.

Fast.

Effortless.

One second, the rogue was running. The next, he was bleeding out at Silas’s feet, throat torn open.

Silas stood there, chest heaving. Blood splattered across his face like war paint.

And he smiled at me.

Not crazed. Not remorseful.

Warm.

"He would've touched you."

My breath caught.

He stepped closer, reaching for my face with bloodied fingers. I flinched.

"Don’t be scared, darling omega," he whispered. "I’ll always protect what’s mine."

I couldn’t speak.

Each brother was pulling me in, tightening their grip. I hated how right it felt. How safe I felt in all the wrong ways.

That night, they fought.

It started with words. Accusations.

"She’s not your mate, Kael! You treat her like she’s a soldier in your army."

"And you treat her like a toy you want to break, Riven."

"At least I don’t manipulate her into submission," Silas snapped, eyes glowing gold. "She’s not some pawn in your power plays."

Their voices rose. Growls echoed.

I stood there. Frozen. Helpless.

And they fought.

Not like brothers. Like rivals. Like beasts tearing at each other over the same prey.

Me.

I ran.

Into the woods, lungs burning, heart pounding.

I didn’t know who to trust.

Worse—I didn’t know who I wanted to trust.

Because the truth?

I was bonded to all three.

And every bond felt real.

Kael, with his cold devotion.

Riven, with his raw chaos.

Silas, with his dangerous tenderness.

And I was falling.

Into something dark. Something twisted.

Something I might not crawl back from.

And gods help me—I didn’t want to.

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The forest hadn’t changed, but I had.

I stood in the training yard behind the packhouse, the place where I'd first seen the triplets sparring like predators with something to prove. Now I was the prize, and the air between them sizzled with competition so fierce it could shatter bones.

Kael was the first to show. As usual, he didn’t announce himself. No crunch of gravel. No shift of wind. Just silence—and then presence.

“You skipped breakfast,” he said flatly, stepping into my line of vision.

I didn’t respond right away. I was still thinking about Riven’s whispered confession last night—how he’d found me in the kitchen, slid a cup of coffee across the counter, and said, “I think I’m falling for you, Trouble. And I hate it.”

Kael’s eyes narrowed. “He said something to you.”

Of course he knew. Kael always knew.

I tilted my chin. “And if he did?”

A flicker of something—possessiveness, maybe—flashed in his gold eyes. “Then he’s forgetting who I am.”

“You think that scares me?”

“I think you don’t understand what you are to me yet.”

His voice was quiet. But quiet from Kael was lethal. I took a step back, half expecting him to snap—but he didn’t. Instead, he surprised me.

“I want you in my war room,” he said. “Not just because you’re mine. Because you’re useful. Intelligent. Strategic.” A pause. “I value that.”

Wait—was that... respect?

“Thanks?” I said, completely unsure how to process this version of him.

Then came the sound I’d come to associate with chaos—boots dragging, a lazy whistle, and a voice that oozed trouble.

“Planning to lock her in a tower again, big brother?” Riven strolled in, a wicked grin pulling at his mouth. His green eyes sparkled like mischief incarnate. “Or just reading her bedtime stories about your superiority complex?”

Kael’s jaw tightened. “Leave.”

“Or what? You’ll glare me into submission?”

The tension exploded between them like a landmine. Kael stepped forward. Riven didn’t back down. And I was caught right in the middle.

“Enough!” I snapped. “You’re both acting like rabid dogs.”

Riven gave me a slow, appreciative glance. “There’s my girl. Say it again. Louder.”

I shoved past them, heart pounding. I couldn’t breathe around them anymore—not because they smothered me, but because they were starting to mean too much.

I barely got twenty feet before a voice like honey dipped in arsenic greeted me.

“There you are, darling omega.”

Silas leaned against a tree, twirling a dagger between his fingers like it was a toy instead of a weapon. He looked like sin in golden curls, dressed in black, eyes soft—but soulless.

“What do you want, Silas?” I asked, exhausted.

“I missed you.” He smiled. “And I thought you’d want to know... a rogue was sniffing around the border.”

I felt the shift in the air before I saw it—the darkness behind his smile. Then he threw something at my feet.

The rogue’s severed ear.

I recoiled, bile rising in my throat.

“You killed him?” I whispered. “Just like that?”

“He breathed in your direction.” Silas stepped closer. “And I don’t share.”

His smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“I’m not your possession,” I hissed.

“Not yet,” he replied sweetly.

I turned and ran—because the truth was, I wasn’t sure what scared me more: Silas’s casual cruelty, Kael’s cold obsession, or Riven’s unfiltered emotions.

By the time I slammed my bedroom door shut, my pulse was a war drum. I leaned against the wood and let my breath hitch.

I was falling. Not for one. For all three.

Kael made me feel safe and seen, even if he hid behind logic and control.

Riven made me feel alive, like every second with him was a dare to survive.

And Silas—gods help me—Silas made me feel like the center of the universe... and its most fragile star.

I pressed my hand to my chest, where my bond burned hot and tangled.

This couldn’t last. Something had to break.

And I was terrified it would be me.

I didn’t sleep.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Silas’s smile soaked in blood. Riven’s confession echoing in my ears. Kael’s unreadable stare carved into the back of my mind.

The bond was pulling. All three of them. And it wasn’t just physical—it was soul-deep. Like I’d been born just to unravel with them.

By dawn, I was dressed and downstairs, because hiding wasn’t an option anymore.

“Morning, sunshine.”

Lucy’s chirpy voice made me pause at the bottom of the staircase.

She stood in the hallway, all pastels and practiced smiles, holding a tray like some perfect beta’s daughter out of a storybook.

My stomach twisted.

“Morning,” I said cautiously.

She looked exactly the same—golden hair in a braid, doe eyes, sweet perfume that made my skin crawl. People adored Lucy. But I remembered the subtle digs. The smiles that didn’t quite meet her eyes when she spoke to me alone.

“I made you breakfast,” she said, stepping forward. “Figured you could use it. Everyone’s been talking…”

She trailed off, waiting for me to ask what they were saying. I didn’t.

Instead, I stared her down. “Why?”

She blinked. “Why… what?”

“Why are you really here, Lucy?”

Her smile faltered. Only for a second. But I saw it. The c***k in her porcelain facade.

“You looked like you needed a friend,” she said smoothly. “And the triplets? Well, you know how they are. Intense.”

Understatement of the century.

I took the tray from her, but didn’t thank her. Something about her felt too polished, too rehearsed.

As I turned away, she called out sweetly, “You should be careful who you trust, Olivia. Alpha Kael plays a long game. And Silas… well, he always was a little off, wasn’t he?”

I stopped mid-step, a chill curling down my spine.

How did she know about Silas?

Before I could ask, she was gone.

I found Kael in the strategy room, pouring over maps and reports like war was a puzzle only he could solve.

“You were right,” I said.

He looked up slowly. “About?”

“Lucy.”

His jaw clenched.

“She’s playing innocent, but I think she’s watching me.”

“She’s loyal to her father,” he said flatly. “Which makes her dangerous.”

“And yet you let her roam the packhouse?”

Kael stood, coming around the table. “Do you think I don’t have eyes on her?”

He was close now—close enough that I could see the cracks in his armor. The subtle tension in his jaw, the tightness in his fists.

“You’re changing,” I whispered. “You’re not as cold as you pretend to be.”

He reached out and brushed his fingers against my cheek, just once.

“You’re making it hard to stay that way.”

The moment was cut short by the sound of a door slamming.

Riven stormed in, shirtless, chest heaving, a gash across his shoulder.

“Rogue ambush,” he growled. “South border.”

Kael didn’t move. “Handled?”

“Obviously. But it’s not just rogues anymore. Someone’s organizing them.”

Then his eyes landed on me.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

He scoffed. “She’s not fine, she’s stuck in a house with a psychopath, a control freak, and me.”

Kael’s glare could’ve frozen lava. “Don’t speak for her.”

Riven looked between us, something breaking behind his eyes.

“I told you how I feel,” he said to me, voice rough. “And if you choose him—”

“I haven’t chosen anyone,” I snapped.

“That’s the problem,” he muttered, and stormed out again.

Later, I found Silas sitting on the balcony, legs dangling off the edge like gravity didn’t apply to him.

“I saw Lucy in your room earlier,” he said without turning.

“She wasn’t in my room.”

“Oh, darling.” He glanced back, eyes gleaming. “She will be. People like her always find cracks to crawl through.”

I sat beside him, ignoring the drop below.

“Do you trust anyone?”

He tilted his head. “No.”

“Not even me?”

He smiled. “Especially not you. You make me feel things I don’t understand. That’s dangerous.”

I should’ve pulled away when he reached for my hand.

Instead, I let him hold it.

And I didn’t flinch when he leaned in, his breath brushing my ear as he whispered, “If they try to take you from me, I’ll kill them both.”

That night, I stood alone in the garden, the moonlight carving silver paths around my feet. The bond burned hotter with each of them, like a tug-of-war inside my chest.

Kael made me feel seen.

Riven made me feel wanted.

Silas made me feel… owned.

And I didn’t know which scared me more.

But I knew one thing: something was coming.

And when it hit, this whole pack—this whole world—might not survive it.

Especially not me.

I didn’t recognize my reflection anymore.

The girl who once tiptoed through life, ducked her head, and swallowed her rage—she was gone. What stared back in the mirror had sharper eyes, harder edges, and secrets under her skin that pulsed with a rhythm older than this pack.

But that didn’t mean I had control.

Far from it.

Everywhere I turned, one of them was there—Kael, Riven, Silas. Watching. Waiting. Wanting.

And now, even Lucy had joined the stage with her venom-dipped smiles.

That morning, I left my room early, needing space.

I barely made it past the stairwell when Kael’s voice clipped through the air like a blade. “She shouldn’t be left alone.”

“I’m not a glass doll,” I said, glaring at him as I descended the stairs. “Stop trying to wrap me in bubble wrap and call it protection.”

Kael didn’t blink. “You’re bonded to three dominant wolves, and you think you're not in danger?”

Riven stepped out from the hallway, shirtless, stretching like he hadn't just woken up but finished a damn fight club session. “Let her breathe, Kael. She’s not your prisoner.”

Kael's jaw twitched. “You wouldn’t know restraint if it bit you.”

“And you wouldn’t know passion if it walked up and licked your neck,” Riven shot back, eyes glittering.

I groaned. “Great. I’m the prize in some primal testosterone-fueled showdown. Love that for me.”

They both looked at me.

Silas appeared behind me like a shadow, calm and terrifyingly silent. “Then maybe you should stop being so tempting.”

I whirled around, heart thudding. “You’re stalking me now?”

He tilted his head. “Would you like me to?”

I shoved past him, heading for the backdoor. “I need air before I suffocate.”

The forest was quieter than usual, too quiet. Even the birds seemed to be holding their breath.

Then I heard her.

Lucy’s voice.

I ducked behind a tree, instincts flaring. She was talking on her phone again. Whispering.

“No, not yet… She hasn’t figured it out… I’ll keep watching her, okay?”

A pause.

“Yeah, he’s getting worse. And the Moon Goddess? She hasn’t made her move—yet.”

I stepped out from behind the tree. “Funny how you always show up where the secrets are, Lucy.”

She spun around, face flushed. “Olivia! I—”

“Cut the crap. Who were you talking to?”

She clutched her phone like a lifeline. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.”

Her eyes darted around. “You don’t know what’s at stake. You were never supposed to be the Luna. You were a decoy.”

I stiffened. “A what?”

Lucy stepped forward, eyes wild. “They were supposed to pick me. I trained for this. I followed every damn rule. You— you were nothing. A mistake. And now everything’s unraveling because of you.”

The woods behind us erupted in a roar. Wolves. Rogues.

We both turned. A pack of them burst from the shadows.

Lucy screamed.

I shifted mid-air, teeth sinking into one before it could reach her. Blood hit my tongue, metallic and burning.

More came. Dozens.

Then—fire.

Literal fire.

Riven crashed into the clearing, a wild snarl ripping from his throat as he tore one rogue apart. His eyes found mine. “Stay behind me!”

Silas followed next, expression calm, almost… amused.

He didn’t fight.

He just stood and watched.

When one of the rogues lunged at him—it stopped.

Stopped.

Mid-attack.

Then backed away.

Like it was trained.

Silas turned, smiling at me through the chaos.

Chills erupted down my spine.

Kael arrived seconds later, taking out two rogues with brutal efficiency. “Everyone out. Now!”

Back at the packhouse, blood smeared across my cheek, I cornered Silas in the hallway.

“You’re working with them.”

He raised a brow. “Am I?”

“I saw it. That rogue obeyed you.”

He didn’t deny it.

“I’m not like my brothers,” he said softly. “They think this is about the Alpha seat. But it’s not.”

“Then what the hell is it about?”

His smile widened. “You. It’s always been about you.”

He stepped closer, and for the first time, I saw it. The mask slipping.

This wasn’t infatuation. It wasn’t love.

It was obsession. Control. Possession.

“You’re mine,” he whispered. “The bond says so.”

“No,” I said, stepping back. “The Goddess never meant for this.”

His smile cracked. Just slightly.

Then he said something I’ll never forget.

“She told me herself.”

That night, I couldn’t sleep again.

Not because of the nightmare.

But because now I knew the truth—

The enemy wasn’t just outside our walls.

He was sleeping in the next room.

And he had my scent memorized.