Olivia’s POV

We stayed quiet for a while. She just sat there, watching me, while my mind was full of thoughts. I kept asking myself—did something happen that I missed? It didn’t make sense. The triplets used to care about me. They didn’t care about ranks or titles. So why would they cut me off just because I became an omega?

The worst part was how much they changed. I didn’t see them for a whole month after everything happened. And when I finally did… the way they looked at me—I’ll never forget it.

It happened at the training ground. I had been told to bring water for the warriors. I was only fourteen, carrying two heavy buckets under the hot sun. My hands hurt, and my back ached, but I kept going. I had no choice. That was my new life now—working as an omega beside my mother in the pack house.

When I got to the combat field, the place was loud. Warriors were training, shouting, fighting. That’s when I saw them. The triplets—Lennox, Levi, and Louis. They looked older, stronger… colder.

Then they saw me. And all three stared, right at me. Their faces were hard. Lennox’s jaw clenched. Levi looked away like he didn’t even want to see me. Louis just glared, then whispered something to someone and walked off.

That look… it wasn’t sadness. It wasn’t even anger. It was hate. I froze in place. I wanted to ask them why—what I had done to make them hate me so much. I wanted to scream, to cry, to ask them what I had done wrong. But I was just an omega now. Omegas don’t speak unless spoken to.

So I dropped my eyes and walked past them, pretending I didn’t feel like my heart was breaking. But deep down, I knew something wasn’t right. They didn’t just stop loving me; they acted like I had hurt them.

“Something must have happened,” my wolf whispered. I sucked in a deep breath, blinking back the sting in my eyes. Maybe something did happen. Maybe there was something I didn’t remember… something I missed. But even if that were true, nothing could excuse how they treated me afterward. Nothing could make it right. Because they didn’t just ignore me; they destroyed me.

Lennox was the first to lash out. One evening, I had just finished setting the table in the dining hall when he walked in with a group of warriors. I bowed my head, like I was supposed to, but he didn’t even look at me. When I stepped back to leave, he tossed his drink right at me—red wine splashing across my face and uniform. The warriors laughed.

Then it was Levi. He never touched me, but his words—his silence—cut deeper than any slap. One time, I was serving food during a feast. I placed a plate in front of him, and he looked up at me, then leaned to the warrior beside him and said, “So it’s true omegas don’t bathe.” Everyone around him laughed. I wanted to disappear.

And Louis… Louis was the cruelest. He found me in the garden one morning, carrying a basket of herbs for the kitchen. He didn’t say a word. Just stared at me, then smacked the basket out of my hands. Everything spilled. He told me I should crawl like the omega I was. And when I stayed quiet—refusing to beg—he knocked over the water barrel I’d just filled, forcing me to go all the way back to the well.

Every chance they had, they made sure I remembered my place. They threw things at me—drinks, food, even a book once. They humiliated me in front of others. They used silence as a weapon, and when they did speak, their words were poison. I didn’t know what I had done. I still don’t. But whatever it was, it shattered everything. They hated me. And as if all that wasn’t enough…

They started dating Anita. My best friend. The one person I thought would always stand by me. I still remember the day I saw her wrapped around Louis’s arm, laughing like nothing had happened. Like we hadn’t made promises to always be there for each other. Like she hadn’t once giggled with me when I told her I was developing strange feelings for the triplets.

One by one, they paraded her around the pack house. First it was Levi, then Lennox, then Louis. She was always there—wearing their shirts, sitting on their laps, kissing them in front of everyone. In front of me. They knew what they were doing. They knew it would hurt. And still, they did it anyway.

Anita never looked guilty. Not once. She smiled at me like she’d won… like I was nothing. She even dared to call me “omega girl” in front of others, acting like we’d never spent years dreaming about our future together, about growing up side by side, about mates. That betrayal cut deeper than anything the triplets did. Because Anita knew my heart. She knew how much I loved them—how I waited for my fourteenth birthday so I could tell them about my feelings. And instead of standing by me when I was cast out, she climbed into their beds.

That was the final blow. Not the wine in my face. Not the humiliation. Not the silence. But her—fucking them while I was on my knees scrubbing the floors.

“Olivia, are you okay?” the triplets’ mother asked, and that was when I was pulled back to reality and felt the wetness on my cheek. I was crying. Inhaling deeply, I wiped my face with the back of my hand and looked up at her. I could see the pity and worry in her face, but I ignored it and spoke. “I believe this is not the reason you are here? Something must have brought you here.”

She hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Yes, Olivia. I am here because of the full moon.”