Sugarlitics

I let out a bitter laugh. “It’s ironic, isn’t it? You spent years making my life a living hell, and now you look at me like I’m the very air you breathe.”

Lennox’s face fell. “Olivia, it wasn’t supposed to be like this—”

I cut him off, my eyes blazing with anger. “Oh, but it was. You wanted me broken. You wanted me to suffer. And I did.” I paused, my voice trembling. “But not anymore.”

Louis, who had been silent, spoke softly. “Olivia, we—”

I shook my head and took a step back, putting distance between us. “No. Whatever you think you feel, it doesn’t matter. It’s too late. You had a choice. And every single time, you chose her. Over and over again, you chose Anita.”

Levi shook his head. “We were wrong.”

I met their gazes. “Yes, you were. And now, you’ll have to live with it.” 

With that, I turned away, refusing to let them see the tears burning in my eyes.

••••••••
Olivia Parker was once the cherished daughter of a respected Gamma—until betrayal shattered her world. Branded the daughter of a traitor, she was stripped of her title, her dignity, and the life she had known, forced to serve as an Omega among those who once respected her.

But fate wasn’t done with her yet.

On the night of the mating ceremony, Olivia discovered the cruelest twist of all—she wasn’t fated to just one mate, but three. And not just any three. Alpha Lennox, Alpha Louis, and Alpha Levi—the ruthless triplet Alphas who had spent years tormenting her.

Bound to a marriage they never wanted, the triplets made her life a waking nightmare. They paraded their lover, Anita, before her, ensuring she never forgot her place, never forgot that they would never want her.

But fate has a way of playing its own game. As secrets unravel and buried truths come to light, the triplets begin to see Olivia for who she truly is—not just a Luna in title, but the woman they never realized they needed.

Only now, she’s done waiting.

Fated To Not Just One, But Three

My body… my head… even my heart.

I wasn't sure where I was. My mind floated between light and darkness, pain and peace. I heard voices—some loud, some soft. But one stood out.

Even in my sleep, I felt her. Heard her. Smelled her scent—soft, warm, comforting. Like home.

I tried to open my eyes, but they felt too heavy. My body didn't want to move. Still, I wasn't alone. I could feel a hand in mine. Warm. Gentle. Familiar.

I wanted to wake up. I wanted to see her.

Slowly, my body started to respond. My fingers twitched. My breathing deepened. My eyelids fluttered open, though the light stung my eyes.

It took a moment, but then I saw her.

Curled beside me on the bed, her head resting near my arm. Her hand still holding mine like she never wanted to let go.

By My Side