Olivia's POV
I could feel it.
Like static in the air before a storm. That thick, gut-deep knowing that something was shifting, morphing, spiraling.
The triplets were unraveling—around me, because of me.
Kael's gold eyes tracked my every move like a predator calculating his next strike. He didn't speak much—he never did—but when he looked at me, I could hear the unspoken war waging inside him. It was in the way his jaw clenched when Riven brushed his fingers against mine. In the sharp inhale he took when Silas stood too close, too long. Kael didn't react outwardly, but the tension? It was suffocating. And his restraint? Cracking.
Riven was the opposite. Loud. Reckless. That damn crooked grin permanently etched on his face like he knew he was the problem—and enjoyed it. He cornered me in the training room when he thought no one was looking, slamming a hand beside my head and leaning in close.
"You feel it too, don't you?" he murmured, voice a gravelly whisper. "This thing between us. Tell me I'm not losing my damn mind, Olivia."
My pulse spiked. I hated how easily he got under my skin, how quickly I leaned into him before forcing myself away.
"You're reckless, Riven."
"Yeah? Maybe. But I'm not a liar. I want you. All of you. And I'm done pretending I don't."
Then he kissed me.
Rough. Hungry. Like he was staking a claim.
And I let him. For too long.
Until Kael's presence filled the doorway like a thunderclap, his voice a chilling command: "Enough."
Riven smirked against my lips before pulling back. "Always the party pooper, big brother."
Kael didn't say a word. He just looked at me. And in that look—I saw it. The fury. The jealousy. The confusion. And the fear. Not of Riven. But of what I was doing to him.
Later, I found myself alone with Kael in the war room, maps spread across the table like battlefield carnage. He didn't speak for minutes, just stood with his hands braced against the wood, staring at a territory map like it wronged him.
"They're weak," he finally said. "The rogues. Disorganized. Easy to manipulate."
"That's not what you brought me here to talk about."
He didn't flinch. But his knuckles whitened.
"No. It's not."
He turned slowly, stepping closer. One, two, three predatory strides until we were toe-to-toe. He reached out and—gently, shockingly—tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
"You're a distraction," Kael murmured. "A liability. But I can't stop thinking about you. And that makes you dangerous."
I held his gaze. "So what are you going to do about it?"
His mouth brushed mine before I could think. But it wasn't a kiss. It was a threat wrapped in longing.
"Still deciding," he whispered, and walked away.
And then came Silas.
Sweet. Smiling. Deadly.
We were outside the northern border when it happened. A rogue burst from the tree line, feral eyes locked on me. I barely had time to shift my stance before Silas moved.
Fast.
Effortless.
One second, the rogue was running. The next, he was bleeding out at Silas's feet, throat torn open.
Silas stood there, chest heaving. Blood splattered across his face like war paint.
And he smiled at me.
Not crazed. Not remorseful.
Warm.
"He would've touched you."
My breath caught.
He stepped closer, reaching for my face with bloodied fingers. I flinched.
"Don't be scared, darling omega," he whispered. "I'll always protect what's mine."
I couldn't speak.
Each brother was pulling me in, tightening their grip. I hated how right it felt. How safe I felt in all the wrong ways.
That night, they fought.
It started with words. Accusations.
"She's not your mate, Kael! You treat her like she's a soldier in your army."
"And you treat her like a toy you want to break, Riven."
"At least I don't manipulate her into submission," Silas snapped, eyes glowing gold. "She's not some pawn in your power plays."
Their voices rose. Growls echoed.
I stood there. Frozen. Helpless.
And they fought.
Not like brothers. Like rivals. Like beasts tearing at each other over the same prey.
Me.
I ran.
Into the woods, lungs burning, heart pounding.
I didn't know who to trust.
Worse—I didn't know who I wanted to trust.
Because the truth?
I was bonded to all three.
And every bond felt real.
Kael, with his cold devotion.
Riven, with his raw chaos.
Silas, with his dangerous tenderness.
And I was falling.
Into something dark. Something twisted.
Something I might not crawl back from.
And gods help me—I didn't want to.