<h4>Chapter 312: Tell Me About Yourself</h4>


    Olivia’s POV


    I appeared back in my room and quietly made my way toward the one I assumed my mother was staying in. Reaching the door, I inhaled deeply before pushing it open.


    Stepping inside, I found her seated on the bed, her back resting against the headboard, while Calvin sat beside her, feeding her small bites of food.


    The moment her eyesnded on me, a big, bright smile spread across her face. It was the kind of smile that reached her eyes, softening her features. Something about it felt... contagious. I couldn’t help but smile back.


    I walked closer to the bed, and she immediately patted the space beside her, urging me to sit. I didn’t hesitate. I lowered myself onto the mattress.


    Her gaze swept over me slowly, deliberately, as if memorizing every detail of my face. "You look so beautiful," she said softly, warmth coating every syble.


    I smiled faintly. "All thanks to your genes."


    Her face brightened even more, and for a moment, I found myself staring at her—this woman who had given birth to me. My biological mother.


    And yet... I didn’t know her.


    All my life, I had believed Mrs. Parker was my mother. She had raised me, cared for me, loved me in every way that mattered. She never once made me feel like I didn’t belong to her. I never questioned it. Not once.


    Mrs. Parker had been a good mother to me. And I had tried, in my own way, to be a good daughter to her.


    But now... sitting here, looking at the woman who had brought me into this world, I didn’t know what to expect or feel.


    I didn’t know if the choices I’d made—or the choices I was about to make—would disappoint her.


    And despite everything I told myself about not caring for other people’s opinions anymore... I realized I cared about hers. More than I wanted to.


    "So, tell me, Olivia... tell me everything about yourself... I’m dying to know you," she said, sounding so eager to know me.


    I swallowed hard, unsure where to begin, unsure what to tell her and what to keep hidden. In truth, my life hadn’t been all that interesting... There was nothing worth telling, nothing that stood out from the past few years. Still, I knew I had toe up with something.


    I forced a small smile, shifting slightly on the bed. "Well... I don’t even know where to start."


    "Anywhere," she urged softly, her eyes bright with curiosity. "I just want to know you. Everything."


    I hesitated, my fingers twisting together in myp. The truth was... I didn’t know what was safe to share. My life hadn’t been a fairytale. It wasn’t full of morous stories or joyful memories. Most of it had been quiet, uneventful—at least for the past four years. And the parts that weren’t... well, those were the ones I wasn’t sure I wanted her to know.


    Still, the hope in her eyes made it impossible to stay silent.


    "I grew up in the Full Moon Pack with the Parkers," I began slowly. "Father was a warrior, and Mother worked in the pack hospital as a nurse before Father was framed and sent to jail—or so I thought. After that, Mother and I became omegas, working in the pack house."


    Her head tilted slightly as she listened, her attention fixed on me like I was telling her the most important story in the world.


    "I didn’t have many friends," I admitted with a small shrug. "But I didn’t mind. I liked quiet ces. I liked... staying in my own little world."


    Her hand reached for mine, squeezing gently. "That doesn’t sound boring to me, Olivia. That sounds like my daughter."


    A lump formed in my throat. I looked down at our joined hands, unsure if I could meet her gaze without breaking apart.


    "There’s more," I murmured after a moment. "Things I’m... not sure you’ll want to hear."


    She leaned in slightly. "I want to hear everything, Olivia. The good. The bad. Even the parts you think will scare me."


    I searched her face, wondering if she would still say that after hearing about my rtionship with the triplets.


    "On my eighteenth birthday," I said slowly, "I found out I was mated to the triplets... the Lucianos." I spilled out, expecting her to be shocked—but she wasn’t. She had that calm look on her face, like she already knew.


    "Mother knows. I told her everything. What those bastards did to you," Calvin suddenly spoke for the first time since I walked into the room.


    My head snapped toward Calvin so fast my neck almost hurt.


    "What?" My voice came out sharper than I intended. "You told her?"


    Calvin didn’t even look guilty. "Of course I told her. She’s your mother. She has the right to know what those bastards did to you."


    My chest tightened, anger ring inside me. "That was my story to tell, Calvin! Not yours!" I spat. "You had no right to—"


    "I had every right!" he cut me off, his voice rising. "You’ve been through hell because of them, and you still think you can protect them? You think keeping secrets will make them better men?!"


    I shook my head, frustration building inside me. "No, you don’t understand—"


    "No, you don’t understand, Olivia!" His eyes burned with the same fury I’d seen anytime the triplets were mentioned. "They hurt you! And you still... still try to defend them."


    Mother’s voice joined his, calm butced with barely concealed anger. "Olivia... what part of what Calvin told me was a lie?" she asked slowly, her gaze narrowing. "Because I listened to him—and nothing he said sounded untrue. Unless..." Her voice dipped. "Unless you think what they did to you can somehow be justified."


    The usation hit harder than I expected. "That’s not what I’m saying!" I shot back, my voice trembling. "You don’t know everything, and now—thanks to him—what you do know is only half the truth."


    Mother’s eyes hardened. "Half the truth? Or is it that you don’t want me to see them for what they are?"


    Calvin crossed his arms, jaw clenched tight. "Tell us, Olivia. What exactly did I say that wasn’t true?"


    "Everything... everything you think you know is a lie," I spat, my anger rising. "You have no idea what actually happened."


    The look they gave me made my stomach twist. They gave me that look of disbelief, doubt... like no matter what I said, they’d already decided their version of the truth. It was written all over their faces. They didn’t believe me now, and they wouldn’t believe whatever I would say.


    But still... I needed to say it. If not for them, then for myself. For rity.


    I drew in a shaky breath, my nails digging into my palms. "You’ve heard one side—Calvin’s side. And yes, maybe parts of it are true. But not everything. Not the way he makes it sound. You think they’re nothing but monsters? That they hurt me for the fun of it? You think I was just... some helpless victim with no choice?" I shook my head sharply. "It wasn’t like that."


    Calvin scoffed under his breath, muttering something I couldn’t quite catch. My re snapped to him. "You weren’t there, Calvin. You don’t know how things happened. You only know the aftermath."


    Mother’s gaze didn’t soften. "Are you saying you’re defending them?"


    "I’m saying," I bit out, "that I’m telling my truth. And my truth is moreplicated than the little ck-and-white story you’ve made in your heads." My voice dropped lower, tighter. "So if you’re going to judge them or me—then at least hear the whole thing first."


    They stayed silent, but I could see the skepticism in their eyes, the unspoken we already know.


    It made me want to scream.