Chapter 133: Ball

Olivia’s POV

I was restless. No, I was terrified. I had just two days… two fucking days until the full moon, and then I would go into heat. I knew it was a risk—going into heat in this room, with the triplets so close. I wished I could lie to myself, convince myself I’d be able to control my sexual urges. But that would be a lie. This was my first heat, and with their marks on me, there was no way I wouldn’t crave their touch. No way I wouldn’t want them.

I needed to leave. Gabriel had to come up with a plan to get me out of here by tomorrow. There had to be something—anything—that could be done. It was better I went into heat at Gabriel’s home than…

“What are you even saying?” my wolf snapped, interrupting my thoughts. “Better to go into heat at Gabriel’s home? Are you saying you want Gabriel to touch you? That it’s better?” Her voice was sharp, accusing.

“No one is touching me,” I hissed back. “But going into heat at Gabriel’s home is safer. At least there, I could resist him—or any male. But with the triplets? No. I definitely wouldn’t be able to resist them.”

Suddenly, a knock landed on my door, and from the scent, I knew it was Lennox. I frowned and stood up slowly, walking to the door. These days, I had mastered the habit of locking it.

Unlocking the door, I pushed it open and met Lennox standing before me. His scent hit me, and I fought the urge to breathe him in. Damn , he smelled good. The full moon was making everything worse. I was too sensitive, too aware. Their scent alone was enough to arouse me. And their eyes… when they looked at me like they cherished me, it sent tremors down to my core.

Straightening up, I hid my discomfort. “Is there a problem, Alpha Lennox?”

“I got you something,” he said, lifting a sleek black box in his hand.

I blinked. “For me?”

He nodded, then handed it over without a word. I took it cautiously and opened it right there at the door. Inside was a stunning red dress. Elegant, expensive, and definitely not casual.

“I thought you might like to wear that,” Lennox said gently, rubbing the back of his neck. “There’s a ball tonight. Alpha Callum from the next pack sent an invitation… and I have to go. I thought maybe… you’d like to come with me.”

My heart jumped and then immediately dropped.

“I—no,” I said quickly, clutching the box tighter. “No, I’m sorry. I can’t. I’m another man’s wife, remember?”

His jaw clenched slightly, and he frowned. “It’s just a ball.”

I shook my head. “You should take Anita. She is your mistress.”

Lennox didn’t reply for a moment. His eyes stayed locked on mine, calm but unreadable. Finally, he said softly, “Anita’s not who I want beside me.”

That made something tighten in my chest. There was a time I would pay anything in this world just to hear him say that—but not anymore.

I looked away, blinking hard. “I can’t, Alpha Lennox. I’m sorry.”

He gave a slight nod, like he expected it, then stepped back from the doorway. “Alright. I’ll leave the dress with you, though. Just in case you change your mind, I’m leaving at 6 p.m.”

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there. I closed the door and walked back into my room, the dress box still in my hand. I tossed it onto the bed and sat down beside it.

I didn’t know how to explain it, but I felt this strange urge to go. Maybe it was because, since we became mates, I’d never gone on an official outing with him. Or maybe… I missed it. I missed being their date.

I recalled the first time they had taken me out. It was a formal banquet in honor of some alliance, and I had been so young, nervous, flustered… but so stupidly happy. Not because of the event, but because all three of them had shown up at my door, dressed like gods in their tailored suits, each holding a flower.

Lennox had pinned a rose to my hair.

Louis had kissed my hand like a prince.

Levi… Levi had whispered, “You’re the only one I want to look at tonight.”

That night, I wasn’t just their date. I was their treasure. They hadn’t hidden me. They had shown me off like I was their little queen. Every time one of them left my side to speak to someone, another would take his place. My hand was never alone. My smile never faltered. They made me feel beautiful. Desired. Safe.

And I’d fallen a little deeper for them all that night.

I hated how much I missed that. Hated how I was supposed to hate them… and yet, my soul, my wolf, still ached for the three of them—a craving that wouldn’t die.

Sighing, I looked at the box again and frowned. “Maybe I should go,” I whispered to myself. I hadn’t been out of the pack house in so long. What harm could it do to breathe some new air?

“What do you think?” I asked my wolf, who scoffed but didn’t say a word.

I ignored her and stood up. Slowly, I started changing. As I slipped on the dress, it fit perfectly, hugging my body in all the right places. Of course, it would. Lennox must’ve made sure it was my exact size.

I stood in front of the mirror and barely recognized myself. The red dress made me look confident, but sexy, and it complimented my blond hair. But my skin felt too warm, too sensitive—the full moon was getting closer, and my body was already reacting.

I brushed my hair and let it fall around my shoulders. I didn’t put on much makeup—just enough to hide the stress on my face.

At exactly 5:58, I stood before the mirror, staring at my reflection. While I was still trying to make sense of the emotions twisting inside me, I heard footsteps—and from the scent, I knew it was Lennox.

I sucked in a breath and moved toward the door.

When I opened it and stepped out, he stopped in his tracks. His mouth parted, and his eyes— gods , those eyes—roamed over my body with a reverence that made my stomach tighten.

“You look…” he trailed off, his voice rough. “You look breathtaking, Olivia.”

I swallowed hard, trying not to react to the way he said my name. Like it was something sacred.

“You’re late,” I said, brushing past him and walking down the hallway.

He caught up in a few strides. “You weren’t even going to come.”

“I changed my mind.”

He didn’t push. Didn’t question it. And I was thankful for that.

Outside, a sleek black car waited. The driver opened the door, and Lennox motioned for me to go first. I slid in, avoiding his eyes. He followed silently. The air between us was thick with things we weren’t saying. I stared out the window, wondering why I’d come. Maybe it was stupid. Maybe I was tempting fate. But some part of me wanted to stay close to him.

I ignored him, keeping my gaze fixed on the window. My silence was deafening, and I knew it was driving him mad.

After an hour drive, the car pulled up in front of a massive black gate, which, I assumed, was Alpha Callum’s estate. A well-built security guard approached, prompting Lennox to roll down the window. The guard immediately bowed in respect and signaled to another to open the gate.

Taking a deep breath, I straightened up as I watched the car drive into the mansion and park in the designated space. Without waiting for the guard, I opened the door myself and stepped out while Alpha Lennox did the same. The cold evening breeze brushed against my skin, making me shiver slightly as I adjusted my dress.

I turned toward the mansion, focusing on the grand entrance. The entire property screamed exclusivity, from the meticulously manicured gardens to the luxurious chandeliers visible through the large windows.

A well-dressed butler greeted us at the entrance, bowing respectfully. “Welcome, Alpha Lennox. Alpha Callum is expecting you. And this must be Luna, Luna Olivia,” he said, his gaze lingering politely on me.

I offered a tight smile. “Just Miss Olivia,” I corrected curtly. “And I am not his Luna.”

The butler looked confused but nodded, leading us through the grand door. The sound of laughter and music floated toward us from further inside. The party was already in full swing.

Lennox tried to place his hand on my back to guide me, but I brushed him off, stepping ahead without sparing him a glance. His jaw tightened, but he wisely said nothing.

We entered the main ballroom, and I couldn’t help but marvel at the scene. The room was filled with influential Alphas, Lunas, and other high-ranking pack members. Waiters moved seamlessly through the crowd, carrying trays of champagne and hors d’oeuvres. A grand staircase led to a balcony where Alpha Callum, the host, stood, watching over the event.

“Ah, Alpha Lennox. And Luna Olivia,” Callum’s deep, commanding voice rang out as he descended the staircase. His piercing eyes flicked between the two of us, and I could see the curiosity there.

“Callum,” Lennox greeted, forcing a polite smile. “Thank you for inviting us.”

Callum looked at me and smirked. “Luna Olivia, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

He took both my hands and placed a lingering kiss on them, his lips warm against my skin. I swallowed hard, unsure how to respond.

“Thank you for having me,” I replied evenly, masking my unease.

Callum’s lips quirked into a pleased smile before turning toward Lennox. “Permission to steal your wife.”

Lennox glanced at me before giving a tight, approving nod.

Callum gave me a friendly smile. “Come, let me show you around while you enjoy the party. You deserve a night free of his shadow.”

“Thank you,” I whispered and followed Alpha Callum. Though I followed him just to annoy Lennox.

Alpha Callum led me deeper into the crowd, his commanding presence parting the sea of Alphas and Lunas with ease. I could feel the weight of their gazes following me—some curious, others appreciative, and a few downright predatory. My wolf stirred uneasily in the back of my mind as the intensity of their stares increased.

“They’re looking at you like they want to devour you,” my wolf growled.

I straightened my spine and ignored the heat of their lingering eyes. The men watched me with hunger, their gazes trailing over my body like they were undressing me with their minds. My dress, though modest, seemed to feel tighter under their scrutiny, and I felt the distinct urge to wrap myself in Callum’s commanding aura for protection.

“Stay close to Callum,” my wolf muttered. “At least he’s not undressing you with his eyes. Yet.”

As if he could sense my discomfort, Callum’s arm brushed against mine in a gesture that felt both casual and intentional. His presence was reassuring, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes as he leaned toward me.

“Don’t let them get to you,” he murmured, his voice low and velvety. “They’re just curious. And perhaps a bit envious.”

“Of what?” I asked, keeping my tone neutral.

Callum smirked. “Of the fact that you’re standing next to me, of course.”

Before I could respond, Callum clapped his hands once, commanding the attention of the room. The orchestra’s music softened, and the crowd turned toward him expectantly.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Callum announced, his voice carrying effortlessly across the room, “it’s time for the highlight of the evening. An exclusive game of Truth and Dare. But let me warn you, this is not for the faint of heart. This game pushes boundaries, tests courage, and… explores pleasures.”

A wave of murmurs swept through the crowd, some curious, others nervous. Callum’s smirk widened as he continued, “For those willing to participate, be prepared for dares that may involve intimacy, confessions of secrets, or… temptations. If you’re in, raise your hand.”

There was a brief pause as the room collectively held its breath. Slowly, a few hands went up—mostly men, with a few daring women. The tension in the room thickened, filled with anticipation.

I hesitated, unsure if I should raise my hand. This was bold, far outside my comfort zone.

Callum leaned in, his lips brushing close to my ear. His voice was a seductive whisper. “When was the last time you had fun, Olivia? Truly had fun?”

“I… I haven’t,” I admitted, my voice barely audible.

He pulled back slightly, his piercing gaze locking with mine. “Never?” he asked, his tone laced with disbelief and intrigue.

I shook my head. “Never.”

His smile softened into something almost encouraging. “Then this is the perfect time to start. Trust me—you’ll enjoy it.”

Before I could overthink, I found myself lifting my hand, the movement almost instinctive. A ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd as eyes turned toward me again, some surprised, others intrigued. But Callum’s approving grin made my heart race.

But then, from the corner of my eye, I saw another hand rise, the motion slow but deliberate. My stomach dropped when I realized it belonged to Lennox.

His piercing eyes met mine across the room, and I could tell he was angry at my decision to join the game.

Callum noticed as well, his smirk widening. “Alright, ladies and gentlemen, please come with me,” he said and turned to lead the way.