Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 217: A Vow

Olivia’s POV

I didn’t bother crying—what good would it do? Tears wouldn’t save me now. So I just sat there, in the dimly lit dungeon, hoping for a miracle. Because honestly... that was all I had left. With no wolf and no abilities, I was helpless.

The choker wrapped around my neck felt so magical... like a very dark magic was specially used to make it. I could feel its dark energy creeping into my soul. It felt like it was slowly draining the life out of me, little by little.

Suddenly, I heard the echo of footsteps, and I panicked... who was coming this time? Was this my death?

I sat frozen, staring at the shadowed corridor ahead, waiting for whoever it was to appear. A familiar figure appeared, and from the shadow, I could tell it was a lady, but I couldn’t see her face unless she came closer. And when she did, I realized it was Dalia.

I forced my trembling body off the cold stone floor and dragged myself to the bars. Dalia stood there, her face drawn with pity, a tray of food in her hands. She hesitated before setting it gently on the ledge.

"They asked me to bring you this," she said softly.

I didn’t touch the food. I just looked at her. "You knew, didn’t you?" I asked, my voice trembling. "You knew I was going to be killed?"

Her eyes widened. "No!" she whispered quickly. "I didn’t know anything, I swear. I’m just a servant, Olivia... I don’t know what’s going on in the Alpha’s mind."

"So... you’re surprised I’m locked in here?" I pushed.

She nodded, her face tightening. "Yes. I mean, Alpha Gabriel seemed to like you. We all thought..." Her voice trailed off. "I never imagined something like this."

I stepped closer, gripping the bars between us. "Then help me," I whispered, desperation choking my words. "Please, Dalia. I need your help."

She hesitated, panic flashing in her eyes. "If it’s to help you escape... or tell the triplet Alphas about you—I can’t. Olivia, I’d be beheaded. And not just me—my family, too. You don’t understand the kind of people you’re dealing with. They don’t forgive betrayal."

"No, no, not that," I said quickly, shaking my head. "Not escape... not yet."

She looked confused, but I kept going. "There’s a bracelet. A gift from my mother." I lied... there was no way I would tell her the truth. At this point in my life, I trusted no one. "That bracelet is really dear to me... if I am to die, I want to die with it on my wrist..." I choked on my words and continued. "I left it on the bed the day I arrived... it might’ve fallen. Please, Dalia... if you can just look for it. Bring it to me. That’s all I ask. Please."

at me for a long moment, torn and confused. Then

"But if anyone asks, it

turned and

and stared at the meal... I didn’t have an appetite because food was the least of

and bring it back. I knew that once the bracelet was clasped around my wrist,

would show up, but she didn’t... my panic set in... had she not found it yet or did she get scared and decided not to help? I lifted my head up as I stared at the tiny window, through

I heard the echo of footsteps and I scrambled to my feet. My heart racing... that should be Dalia, she must have found

be Dalia. Please let her

figure stepped out of the shadows

My heart sank.

It wasn’t Dalia.

It was Alpha Gabriel.

unreadable. The torchlight danced across his sharp features, casting shadows that made him

turn out this way? I thought he liked me... I thought he had feelings for me... I thought... well, I was wrong. He never did. It was all a lie. But it was hard—so hard—to

his eyes moved away from me and got settled on the

eyes still settled on the food like he was avoiding my gaze. "You will need all the strength for tomorrow... because by tomorrow you will be..." He paused, then slowly lifted

eyes widened, but I swallowed hard and composed myself... I won’t let him see me

crying or pleading for mercy, I took a

in his eyes... it wasn’t the cold, empty stare of a heartless killer. He didn’t look like those cruel villains in one of those stories... no, he didn’t look at me the way Abigail did... in

I was confused. But then... I

He didn’t want this.

want to do

on that weakness. Push it. Press it. If there was even a

said, my voice low

His jaw tightened slightly.