Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 39: Respect Chapter 39: Respect Olivia's POV It has been a week since I got the news of my father's death. My mother claimed she kept it frombecause she knew I wouldn't be able to handle it, and maybe she was right. But that didn't make the betrayal any easier to swallow.

She also toldthat the triplets had no knowledge of my father's death—that it was their father, the former Alpha, who had given the order. And deep within my heart, I hated him. I hated him for condemning my father to death. How could he order the execution of a man who had been his closest ally? His strongest and most loyal warrior? For the past week, I had locked myself away in my room, drowning in grief, mourning the man who had been my protector, my guide-my father.

I had not seen the triplets in all that time. Not Anita either. And I was grateful for it. But my solitude had cto an end. Today, I had to resmy duties as Luna, even though the pack refused to seeas one.

Standing before the mirror, dressed in a simple black gown, I stared at my reflection and inhaled deeply. My once-bright eyes were dull, swollen from the countless tears I had shed. My cheeks were hollow from the days I had spent barely eating. But I couldn't afford to appear weak today.

"Are you nervous?" my wolf asked.

I exhaled slowly. "Not really." Smoothing down my dress, I forced myself to look into my own eyes, finding the strength I needed within them. Enough hiding. Enough mourning. I had already spent a week grieving alone in my room, mourning the loss of my father-the man who had given everything to this pack, only to be killed on the Alpha's orders.

My chest tightened with anger and pain, but I couldn't stay locked away forever. My mother had practically draggedout of bed this morning, remindingof my duties as Luna—even if the pack didn't regardas one. They still expectedto show up and maintain ssemblance of leadership, no matter how broken I felt. Straightening my shoulders, I wiped the stray tear that escaped and headed for the door.

The walk to the pack hall was suffocating. Every step felt like trudging through quicksand, my feet heavy with reluctance. When I finally reached the grand doors, I hesitated, swallowing down the tightness in my throat. Taking another deep breath, I pushed the doors open and walked inside.

The chatter in the hall quieted immediately, and countless eyes turned to me-sfilled with disdain, others with indifference. The room was filled with she-wolves, but one face caught my attention almost instantly, and that was Anita. She sat in the front row, her posture regal and confident, dressed in an extravagant emerald green gown that hugged her curves like a queen flaunting her power. Beside her sat a few of her friends, snickering behind their hands.

I bit back the urge to glare at her. Of course, she would be front and center-acting like she was the Luna. I forced myself to hold my head high and moved further inside, ignoring the whispers and murmurs that followed me.

As I made my way to the seat reserved foron the stage, I caught Anita's mocking smirk and heard her whisper to one of her friends, loud enough forto hear, "I guess the fake Luna finally decided to show her face." I ignored her, keeping my expression blank.

"Don't you know how to greet your Luna, or has a cat stolen your tongue?" I snapped, my loud voice echoing through the hall.

Murmurs rose in the hall, and I could feel their reluctance. Of course, I wasn't who they wanted as Luna, but they had no choice now.

One by one, they forced themselves to their feet, bowing their heads in begrudging respect.

"Greetings, Luna," they murmured in unison.

Ignoring them, I fixed my gaze on Anita. She was still seated, legs crossed elegantly, casually inspecting her perfectly manicured nails as if I didn't exist. A joke to her, thinking I was still that weak Olivia she could trample upon.

Clearing my throat, I addressed her directly, my voice loud enough to carry through the entire hall. "Anita," I called, and the murmurs died down instantly. "Have you forgotten your place? Or are you simply too arrogant to greet your Luna?" She didn't even bother looking up, just gave a dismissive wave of her hand. "I don't see why I should. After all, I'm the Alphas' woman, just like you. We're no different." A hush fell over the hall, and I could feel every gaze shifting between us, eager to see how I would respond. I took a step forward, my chin held high, and allowed a cold, bitter smile to curl my lips.

"You must be confused, Anita," I said icily, my tone laced with authority. "You are nothing but a concubine-a mere plaything. I, on the other hand, am the Luna. The queen of this pack. Their mate. You may flaunt your status all you want, but it will never change the fact that you are beneath me." Her head snapped up at that, her eyes blazing with anger, but I didn't stop. I took another step closer, towering over her even from the stage.

"This is my court," I continued, my voice authoritative. "And if you do not respectas your Xuna and show ofas! the proper courtesy, then you can get out. I will not tolerate disrespect from someone of your lowly status."

Anita's lips parted, and I saw the way her hands curled into fists, trembling with barely contained fage. She forced herself up from the chair and ON gave a stiff, reluctant bow, her jaw clenched tight. "Greetings, Luna," she ground out through gritted teeth.

A smirk of satisfaction tugged at my lips, and I gave a slight nod, turning my back to her and addressing the rest of the pack.

"Let this be a lesson to all of you," I said firmly. "I may have been an Omega. The daughter of a thief, as you all call me. But that does not give anyone permission to forget who I am now. As long as I am your Luna, I expect the respect and loyalty that comes with the title. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, Luna," the pack members chorused, smore enthusiastically than others, but I didn't care. I had made my point, and Anita's sullen, humiliated expression was proof that I had won this round.

Satisfied, I took my seat on the stage, forcing my heartbeat to slow down as I tried to ignore the eyes still on me. "Now, let's get to the business of the day."