“Lennox…” I moaned, my voice barely a whisper, yet laced with desire.

Warm hands slid up my thighs, spreading heat in their wake. My skin tingled, hypersensitive, as soft lips brushed over my collarbone, followed by another mouth pressing reverently against my wrist. Every touch was precise, worshipful. I gasped as a hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head gently back, exposing my throat.

A low growl sounded in my ear, unmistakably Louis. “You’re ours, Olivia.”

My heart fluttered wildly as Levi kissed down my stomach, his tongue leaving a trail of fire. Lennox’s voice, deeper and darker, hovered just above mine. “Say our names again, little mate.”

I whimpered, my body arching. Fingers gripped my hips, holding me steady as the triplets took turns driving me insane. Each sensation was overwhelming—Lennox’s mouth against my pulse, Louis’s hands kneading my thighs, Levi’s teeth scraping lightly against my ear.

It was too much. Too good. My entire body trembled as wave after wave of pleasure coiled tightly inside me. “Lennox… Louis… Levi…” I breathed, lost in them.

Then, a sudden chill. I blinked. The ceiling above me came into view. My breath caught in my throat.

I was in my bed, in my room. The scent of pine and musk still lingered faintly in the air, a cruel reminder, but the warmth—their touch—was gone.

I sat up, my heart pounding. And froze.

All three of them—Lennox, Levi, and Louis—stood at the edge of my bed, eyes wide, brows furrowed with concern. They must have heard me. My cheeks flamed with embarrassment.

Oh, Moon Goddess. They heard me moan their names.

For a moment, none of us spoke until Levi broke the silence. “How is your head?” he asked.

My brow furrowed, and I remembered what had happened. I remembered hearing loud voices, walking back into the study, and finding Levi and Louis fighting. I remembered being scared they would hurt each other, stupidly trying to separate them, and getting struck by both. That was the last thing I remembered. It seems I went unconscious.

I looked at the three of them, narrowing my eyes. They seemed worried, eager for my response. I was fine… although I still felt a slight headache from the impact of their blows, but I was fine.

I looked at them, and a silly idea came into my head. I tilted my head. “Where’s my husband?”

The room froze. Their expressions shifted instantly—as if I had slapped each of them. Louis’s brows knitted together, Lennox’s arms dropped to his sides, and Levi’s jaw clenched so hard I heard it crack.

“What?” Lennox said, his voice low and dark.

“I asked where my husband is,” I blinked slowly, my tone soft but insistent. “Gabriel… where is he?”

“You’re joking,” Levi said tightly, his frown deepening. “Tell me you’re joking.”

I gave them a confused look, pulling the blanket tighter around myself. “Why would I joke about that? He’s my mate. My husband. He’ll be worried about me.”

Lennox stepped forward, fire burning behind his eyes. “You’re not mated to that bastard.”

I flinched at the harshness of his voice, acting scared.

Louis held out a hand to stop his brother. “She hit her head, Lennox. She’s—maybe she’s disoriented.”

“I’m not disoriented!” I snapped, my voice sharp and desperate. “I don’t know who you are… any of you. But I know Gabriel. I need to get back to him.”

Louis’s face turned ashen. Levi turned away, running a hand through his hair, as if disbelieving what he was hearing. Lennox looked like he was barely holding himself back from punching a wall.

A tense silence settled over the room, thick and suffocating.

Then I whispered, “Please… just take me home.”

None of them spoke. This was getting interesting.

I kept my expression wide-eyed and confused, trying not to smirk as I watched their reactions spiral from confusion to disbelief, then rage.

“Gabriel always made me tea when I had headaches,” I murmured wistfully, pressing a hand to my temple for dramatic effect. “He used to hum this silly song… something about the Moon and her warrior. Do you know it?”

“Olivia,” Levi growled, his voice thick with warning. “This isn’t funny.”

“What’s funny?” I looked him dead in the eye, tilting my head like I was studying a stranger. “Who are you again?”

Levi’s nostrils flared. “Unbelievable,” Lennox muttered, pacing the room, his hands balled into fists.

Louis, the calmest of them, crouched beside the bed. “Olivia, it’s us. Lennox. Levi. Me—Louis.” His voice was gentle, coaxing. “You’re our mate. You’ve never been mated to Gabriel.”

I widened my eyes innocently. “I think I would remember being mated to triplets. That sounds… excessive.”

Louis blinked. Levi cursed under his breath. Lennox snapped. “Olivia, there is no Gabriel.”

My lips twitched. It was getting harder to hold back my grin.

“I think you have me confused with someone else,” I said sweetly. “I’m Luna of the Shadow Pack. Gabriel’s Luna.”

“You are our Luna,” Louis hissed, his composure beginning to crack. “Our mate.”

“I’m not!” I yelled, staring at them with frightened eyes. I acted like they were frightening me.

“Tell me, are you men Gabriel’s enemies? Did you kidnap me?” I asked, sounding terrified, my eyes already filled with convincing tears.

“I want to go home,” I whispered again, letting my lower lip tremble.

Levi dragged a hand down his face and turned away with a groan. Lennox swore and punched the wall so hard I heard the wood crack.

I pressed my hand to my heart and took a shaky breath. “What do you want from me? Money? My pack’s loyalty? Did Gabriel do something to you?”

They all snapped their eyes back to me at once. I recoiled dramatically, as if their stares scared me. “Please don’t hurt me. If you let me go, I won’t say anything to anyone.”

“Olivia, stop it,” Louis pleaded, his voice breaking. “You know us. You know me. Don’t play games like this. It’s cruel.”

I blinked, acting confused and scared. “Is that your name? Louis?” I glanced between them. “And you two—Lennox and Levi? Are you brothers?” Lennox cursed again, storming away from the bed. “She’s messing with us.”

“She’s not,” Levi muttered, eyes narrowed on me. “We hit her head hard. She thinks this is real.”

Oh, if only they knew.

I almost smiled—but I didn’t. Not yet. Not until I was done.

“I’m not lying,” I said, letting my voice break into a sob. “You kidnapped me. You’re trying to make me believe something that isn’t true. I just want to go home to my mate.”

Then I buried my face in my hands and began to cry. Fake tears, of course—but convincing. I’d always been a good actress.

Suddenly, the door pushed open, and I lifted my head to see a healer walking in.

Shit!