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.

said calmly, like he was talking about

My eyes widened. "What?"

heard me. Gabriel has agreed to let you live. But now... it’s in your hands. You’ll only walk out of here alive if you agree to my

unsure what

His eyes turned

on," he said,

I blinked. "What?"

No one must know you’re alive—not your friends, your parents

him, my heart pounding. "Fake my death? But

take you to my pack," he continued. "But not just that. I’ll take you to a witch—one who will change your face. Don’t panic—it’s not permanent. Just for one year. Just long enough for everyone to believe you’re truly

eyes widened as my hands instinctively reached for

I asked, eager

will have a new identity because for the next one year,

ground shifted under me. "Wife?" I

married. I’ll simply tell my people that we

do? Change my face... get a

in the bedroom. My people have been pressuring me

letting the weight of his words

But he wasn’t finished.

I don’t want to marry some woman I’ll disappoint when I can’t give her a child. And even if I

to breathe. Everything he was saying... it was too

Change my face?

Pretend to be dead?

Be his wife?

the wall, trying

asked the only question that