Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 219: The Deal

Olivia’s POV

"Alpha Damien!" I blurted out, completely shocked to see him standing there.

His familiar smirk slowly stretched wider across his face, full of mischief and confidence.

"Did you miss me?" he asked, his voice laced with teasing amusement.

My eyes widened, but I forced myself off the floor and moved closer to him. Confusion swirled in my mind. What was he doing in my cell? How did he even get in here? I glanced toward the cell gate and realized it was wide open. My heart skipped a beat.

Turning quickly back to Alpha Damien, who was still casually leaning against the wall, I furrowed my brow as a hundred questions flooded my head.

"How did you get in here?" I asked, baffled.

He scoffed, shaking his head. "Is that really what matters right now?" he countered smoothly.

I swallowed hard. He was right. Escaping this place should have been the only thing on my mind. Before I could open my mouth to speak again, Alpha Damien cut me off.

"I will get straight to the point," he said, sounding serious like a man about to strike an important deal.

I nodded slowly. He sighed, pushing himself off the wall and stepping closer so I could see his face more clearly. For a moment, an awkward silence hung heavy in the cell before he finally broke it.

"I have a deal for you, Olivia. If you agree to it, you’ll leave this place with me... alive." He paused, letting his words sink in.

I swallowed, wondering what kind of deal could possibly be worse than death. But hell, this was Alpha Damien. I hadn’t forgotten what he’d done... but did I really have a choice here?

I looked him straight in the eye, refusing to show my fear or worry. "And what is this deal?"

Alpha Damien stepped closer until our faces were just inches apart.

Gabriel," he said calmly, like he was

My eyes widened. "What?"

let you live. But now... it’s in your hands. You’ll only walk out of here alive if you agree to

unsure what to expect. "Go

faded. His eyes

this moment on," he said, "Olivia Parker

I blinked. "What?"

must know you’re alive—not your friends,

stared at him, my heart pounding. "Fake

a witch—one who will change your face.

my hands instinctively reached for my face. What

after that?" I asked,

new identity because for the

under me. "Wife?"

worry, we won’t be legally married. I’ll simply tell

to do? Change my face... get a new identity and be his wife for a

have to perform any wifely duties in the bedroom. My people have been

"Yes, I can’t father a child..." He paused, letting the weight

But he wasn’t finished.

the perfect candidate. I don’t want to marry some woman I’ll disappoint when I can’t give her a child. And even if I tried to make this arrangement with someone else, I wouldn’t trust her to keep it secret. But you... I know

struggled to breathe. Everything he was

Change my face?

Pretend to be dead?

Be his wife?

my back against the

question that came