Mated To Three, Fated To Two

Lessons for Luna They Never Wanted

Olivia’s POV

The knock on my door shook the damn floor. It was not a soft knock. It was not a polite knock. It was the kind of knock that said get up or get dragged.

I rolled off the thin mattress and groaned. I was still sore from training with Kael yesterday. My ribs felt like someone had used them as a drum set.

“Who is it?” I muttered as I opened the door.

A guard stared at me with a stiff face. “You are expected in the east hall for Luna training.”

“Who decided that?”

“Alpha Kael.”

Of course he did.

I muttered something under my breath while pulling on my jacket. “Sure. Let the cursed mate who can barely stand learn table manners at dawn. Perfect.”

The guard said nothing. I followed him down the long hallway that smelled like pine and old authority. When we reached the training room, I stopped short. The room was bigger than I expected. Chandeliers. Polished floors. Shelves stacked with old books and scrolls.

Elder Elijah was already there, waiting for me. He gave me a small smile that softened his usually stern face. “You are late.”

“It is seven in the morning,” I said, rubbing my eyes. “I did not know torture started this early.”

He chuckled. “Torture might be accurate. Sit, Olivia.”

I sat in one of the carved wooden chairs. It felt like sitting on a throne made for someone who knew exactly how to sit like royalty. That was not me. I slouched a little.

Elijah raised a brow. “Straight back.”

I sighed and sat up. “Why does posture matter? I am not planning to host a banquet tonight.”

“You will one day.”

“No I will not.”

“You will,” he said again, calm and sure. “You are bonded to the future Alpha. The pack sees you as a potential Luna now.”

“I see myself as someone who would rather take a nap.”

He shook his head with a smile. “Your humor is a shield. Let it rest. Today is important.”

“Why?”

“Because you are not an omega anymore,” he said quietly. “Not in the eyes of the Goddess. Not in the eyes of fate.”

My chest tightened.

Before I could respond, the door opened.

Lucy Greene walked in like she owned sunlight. “Oh, Olivia. You are here.”

Her voice was sugar coated and fake enough to give cavities.

I blinked at her. “Why are you here?”

“I heard you were doing Luna training,” she said, clasping her hands together. “I thought I should come and observe. You know, help if you needed anything.”

“I do not,” I said immediately.

She ignored that. “It is just nice seeing you try something new. You never really fit into omega duties, so this might work better for you.”

I stared at her. “Are you calling me bad at cleaning?”

“I am saying you have other strengths,” she replied with a smile too wide to be sincere.

Elder Elijah stepped in. “Lucy, this session is private.”

She tilted her head. “Alpha Kael said I could watch.”

I clenched my jaw. “Of course he did.”

Elijah sighed and began the lesson anyway. He opened an old book with illustrations of previous Lunas. Women with elegant posture and calm expressions.

“This,” he said, pointing, “is Luna Althea. She led with compassion but held a sword when needed. A Luna balances strength and diplomacy.”

“She also looks like she has never had a stressful day,” I muttered.

“Appearances matter,” he said. “A Luna must control how she is perceived.”

“I have been perceived as trash my whole life,” I said. “Can I control that too?”

Lucy let out a delicate gasp. “That is such a negative mindset, Olivia.”

“Lucy,” I said, “you once told me I smelled like a wet dog.”

She blinked. “I was nine.”

“You were sixteen.”

Lucy shrugged. “Well, you did.”

Elder Elijah cleared his throat. “Focus. Olivia, stand.”

I stood reluctantly. Elijah circled me like a patient sculptor looking at broken clay.

“Shoulders relaxed. Chin up. Hands loose. Breathe from your center.”

I adjusted, though it felt awkward. “Like this?”

“Better. Now walk.”

I started walking.

“No,” he said.

“Okay, then how?”

“You walk as if carrying a secret. You walk as if every step matters. Lunas do not rush. They guide the world around them.”

“That sounds exhausting.”

“It is.”

Lucy chimed in. “Try walking like you are floating.”

“I am not floating,” I snapped. “I am trying not to fall.”

Before Elijah could lecture me again, the training room door clicked open. The energy in the room changed instantly.

Kael walked in.

Silence followed him like a shadow. His presence was sharp and cold. He looked at me first, then at Lucy, then at Elijah.

“You are progressing slowly,” Kael said, eyes locked on me.

“I have been training for five minutes,” I shot back.

“You could have been training for five years,” he said. “You still need discipline.”

Lucy straightened her dress. “Kael, I think she is doing very well actually. She just needs encouragement.”

Kael ignored her completely. “Olivia, again. Walk.”

I gritted my teeth and walked. Kael watched every movement, every shift of my shoulders. His gold eyes were sharp enough to cut.

“Stop,” he said. “Your weight is uneven.”

“I am trying.”

“Try harder.”

“You try being cursed and then having everyone stare at you like you are a bomb,” I said. “See how perfectly you walk.”

Kael stepped closer. “Strength is not optional for you. You have three bonds. You are under scrutiny. You cannot afford weakness.”

I looked directly at him. “I am not weak.”

His gaze flickered for a second. “Prove it.”

Riven’s voice echoed from the doorway. “She does not need to prove anything to you.”

He walked in lazily, hands tucked in his pockets. His dark hair was messy. His grin was lazy. His eyes were locked on me.

“You look bored,” he said. “Want to ditch this and do something fun?”

Kael shot him a cold stare. “Leave. You distract her.”

Riven laughed. “I distract everyone.”

Lucy fluttered her lashes. “Hi, Riven.”

“Hi, Lucy,” Riven said without looking at her.

Her face fell instantly.

Silas slipped in quietly a moment later. He always did that. Quiet. Smooth. Serpent like.

“Training already,” Silas murmured. “I love watching Olivia pretend she is not furious.”

“I am not pretending,” I said. “I am very obviously furious.”

He smiled at me. “That is what I adore.”

Kael lost patience. “All of you, leave.”

“No,” Riven said. “I want to see this.”

Silas leaned against a desk. “So do I.”

Lucy raised her hand. “I am staying.”

I groaned. “This is humiliating.”

The room felt crowded. Hot. Tense.

Elijah tried to moderate. “Let us continue. Olivia, your posture is improving. Your presence is changing. Do you feel it?”

“No,” I said honestly.

But that was not completely true. My wolf kept pacing in my chest. There was something hot under my skin. Some energy I had not asked for.

Elijah studied me. “Your wolf is very awake.”

“I know.”

“It awakened fast,” he said quietly. “Too fast.”

Silas tilted his head. “That is because she is not normal.”

Lucy glanced at him with a nervous swallow. “What do you mean?”

Silas watched me, not her. “Exactly what it sounds like.”

Kael stepped closer to me. “Control your breathing.”

“I am breathing just fine.”

“No, you are not. Your pulse is too fast.”

“You are making it fast.”

“Focus.”

“On what? Your voice? Your criticism? Your orders?”

“On power,” he said simply.

Riven snorted. “You sound like a motivational speaker.”

Kael ignored him. “Olivia, close your eyes.”

I hesitated. “Why?”

“Do it.”

I closed them.

“Listen,” Kael said quietly. “Listen to the room. Listen to your wolf. Tell me what you sense.”

I inhaled.

“I hear Lucy breathing like she is nervous,” I said.

Lucy gasped. “How did you know?”

“I hear Riven tapping his foot.”

He smirked. “I get twitchy.”

“I hear Silas smiling.”

Silas laughed softly. “She knows.”

“And Kael…” I paused. “I hear your heartbeat.”

Kael froze.

Riven raised a brow. “Wow.”

Lucy looked jealous.

Elijah’s eyes widened slightly.

Silas looked thrilled.

“That is not normal,” Elijah whispered.

Kael cleared his throat and stepped back. “Continue.”

I opened my eyes. “I cannot focus when all three of you are staring at me like I am a puzzle.”

“That is because you are,” Silas said. “A very interesting puzzle.”

“I am a person.”

“Not to everyone,” Kael said. “But you will be.”

Lucy blinked. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Kael ignored her again.

Elder Elijah moved closer. “Olivia, your senses are evolving. Faster than any wolf I have seen.”

I frowned. “Is that bad?”

“It is unusual. It suggests your wolf was dormant for a reason.”

“Yeah,” I muttered. “Probably shame.”

Silas spoke calmly. “It suggests someone locked your wolf away. Someone who knew what you would become.”

The room tightened around his words.

Lucy swallowed. “That sounds frightening.”

“It is,” Elijah said. “And yet here she is. Awakening.”

My hands shook slightly. I hid them behind my back.

“I do not want to awaken anything,” I whispered.

Kael’s voice lowered. “You do not have a choice.”

Riven stepped closer. “She has a choice in everything except us.”

Silas smirked. “Especially us.”

Lucy turned to me suddenly. “I am sure this is all a misunderstanding. You are not dangerous. You are just… different.”

“Thanks,” I muttered. “That helps.”

She nodded confidently. “You are welcome.”

I looked at Elijah. “Can we continue with the training before I lose my mind.”

“Yes,” he said. “Pick up the scrolls on the table. We will study Luna lineage.”

I walked to the table and picked up the scroll. The seal broke with a soft c***k. Inside was a symbol drawn in black ink. A circle with three lines intersecting in the center. My heart lurched.

“I have seen this,” I whispered.

Elijah looked sharply at me. “Where?”

“In my dreams.”

Riven straightened. “Your dream dreams or your weird sacred dreams?”

“The Goddess dream,” I said.

Kael stepped closer. “What did she show you?”

“Her face was blurred,” I said. “She said something about my wolf. She said it was bound.”

Silas smiled with too much interest. “Bound wolves become powerful when they break.”

Lucy backed up a little. “This is getting scary.”

I closed the scroll. “I want to go.”

“No,” Kael said. “You stay until this is done.”

“I am tired.”

“You are being prepared,” Elijah said softly. “For something great.”

“I do not want greatness,” I said.

Silas chuckled. “Greatness wants you.”

I shook my head. “I am leaving.”

Kael grabbed my wrist. “Stay.”

I looked up at him. “Let go.”

“Olivia.”

“Let go,” I said again, louder.

His eyes hardened. “Do not walk away from your training.”

“I am not walking,” I snapped. “I am running.”

Riven laughed. “Let her go, Kael. She is going to explode if she stays.”

Kael hesitated. Then reluctantly released me.

I turned to leave.

Silas called softly behind me. “Before you go.”

I paused.

“There was a message carved on your door this morning,” he said. “It said you are the prophecy.”

I froze.

Lucy covered her mouth. “Who would carve something like that?”

My heart raced. “Who did it?”

Silas smiled slowly. “That is the fun part. The claw marks did not match any wolf in this pack.”

Elder Elijah paled. “That cannot be possible.”

Riven stepped closer. “Liv. Look at me. You are not safe.”

Kael’s jaw tightened. “She stays with us.”

“No,” I said. “I am leaving now.”

Kael reached for me. “Olivia.”

“Do not follow me.”

And I walked out before anyone could stop me.

But the symbol on the scroll stayed burned into my mind.

And the message on my door echoed in my bones.

You are the prophecy.

Whatever that meant…

I was not ready at all