Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 218: My Death

Olivia’s POV

I blinked, confused. "What?"

He stepped closer now, the shadows of the cell falling across his face. His voice dropped low, rough with emotion.

"On her grave," he said. "I promised her I would avenge what was done to her... and that vengeance starts with you."

My heart twisted. "Me? What did I do?" I snapped, my voice sharp with disbelief.

Gabriel shook his head slowly. "You did nothing, Olivia. The only crime you committed was being born the daughter of that woman." he spat.

The hate in his eyes made me shudder.

My frown deepened as I tried to put his words together.

I held his gaze. "My mother? Did she do something terrible?" I asked, confused. When and how did my quiet Mother hurt Gabriel and his family?

Gabriel nodded. "She destroyed my family," he said with spite, "and you are destined to pay for it."

My brow furrowed deeper. My mind scrambled, confused, desperate to make sense of his words. I shook my head... "There has to be some mistake...Are you sure you are not making a mistake, Gabriel? I might not be the one you think I am... my mother is Benita, she is just a nurse..."

"I know who your mother is, Olivia!" he snapped, cutting me off. "I’m not confused. I did my research. I spent years digging through files, tracing bloodlines, hunting for proof. And I found you."

I shook my head in disbelief. "Gabriel, no—this is wrong. You’re making a mistake. This has to be someone else. Please—"

"It is not!" he growled, his voice thundering through the dungeon. He suddenly took a sharp breath and turned away from me, running a hand down his face, as if the very act of looking at me made everything harder.

"Prepare yourself. You will be beheaded tomorrow," he said and turned to leave, but I yelled, stopping him.

"At least tell me how," I begged. "What did she do to you? To your family? I deserve to know that much before I die!"

Gabriel didn’t turn around. He stood there in silence for a moment... then spoke without looking at me.

"Tomorrow," he said. "Before your execution. I’ll answer all your questions then."

And with that, he walked away.

As soon as the silence settled again, I collapsed to the ground. My legs couldn’t hold me anymore. Tears blurred my vision as I closed my eyes, my fingers clutching the cold stone beneath me.

I reached... desperately, blindly... for the bond.

For them.

Louis... Levi... Lennox...

harder this time, pushing past the

Please. Please hear me...

my fists, pressed them against my

how mad we were, you’d still come for

you forgotten? Have you stopped

I’m still yours.

again, like it was laughing at me. It was cutting

But I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t stop.

just get the signal. Any signal. Something. Anything. Just

against the wall, still whispering the words in my head over and over like a prayer. I stared at the ceiling until my eyes

didn’t mean to

at some point, the

thing I whispered before sleep swallowed

"Please... find me."

The room was spacious, but eerily quiet, and the air

stood before me. Their faces were

her wheelchair like

cruel satisfaction, lips curled in a victorious

She looked... happy.

My stomach twisted.

I

Alpha Gabriel.

a large

eyes didn’t even meet mine as he stood up

in place," a faceless guard beside

said

I tried to move.

Tried to scream.

But I couldn’t.

bound. My knees hit the floor, and I couldn’t rise. My heart pounded in my chest like it knew the end was

"No..." I whispered. "Please..."

But no one listened.

The crowd didn’t flinch.

Abigail only grinned wider.

man stepped forward—the executioner. Tall, dressed in black, with a heavy axe gripped in both

He walked behind me.