Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87: We Meet Again

Olivia's POV

Getting to the woods, I undressed, shifted into my wolf and began racing down the thick woods.

Thankfully, I slipped past the border unnoticed. The guards hadn't even sensed me. Useless. I made a mental note to deal with that when—if—I returned. Goddess, even in my rage, I was still thinking like a Luna. I hated it.

Growling angrily, I kept racing down the woods. I just wanted to be free, to escape the torture of being mated to those dickheads. The afternoon breeze hit my fur, and I felt alive.

I was still angry. Furious, actually. Louis had called me a whore in front of hundreds of warriors. And I had snapped. I slapped him. Right there. In front of everyone. It was wrong, reckless. No matter how much he deserved it, striking our Alpha was taboo.

A part of me worried. Would I be punished? Banished? Worse?

No. I couldn't think about that now.

I kept racing, my paws pounding against the forest floor—until suddenly, I skidded to a stop.

Three wolves appeared ahead, blocking my path. Massive. Black. Their eyes locked on me with amusement.

They weren't from my pack. I could already sense it.

I lowered my stance, growling low, baring my fangs.

Suddenly, one of the black wolves shifted into his human form. Naked and standing before me was a well-built man with a scar on his left cheek.

He smirked. "Who do we have here? A lone wolf?" he taunted.

I growled, baring my fangs.

The naked man didn't seem bothered by my growl; rather, he moved his gaze over me. "And a beautiful one at that," he said, staring lustfully at me. "Shift!" he demanded.

I growled, taking a step backward.

The man scoffed. "Don't you dare think of running away. Running is a bad idea," he said smoothly, his voice slithering through the trees like poison. "We mean no harm… not really."

My ears flattened. I didn't trust a single word that came out of his mouth.

He stepped closer, his bare feet sinking into the mossy earth. "All we want…" he paused, letting his tongue run over his bottom lip, "…is a taste."

My growl deepened into a snarl.

He chuckled darkly. "You see, it's simple. Let us fuck you—just the three of us—and you can go on your merry way. No one gets hurt."

I lunged forward a step, my fangs bared and ready to tear his throat out, but he didn't flinch. The other two wolves flanked him, growling low, ready to pounce.

I was outnumbered.

I crouched low, calculating my odds.

Then—