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.

like he was talking about

My eyes widened. "What?"

has agreed to let you live. But now... it’s in your

stepped back a little, unsure what to

faded. His eyes

moment on," he

I blinked. "What?"

fake your death. No one must know you’re alive—not your friends, your parents and definitely

stared at him, my heart pounding. "Fake my death?

will change your face. Don’t panic—it’s not permanent. Just for one year. Just long enough for everyone to believe you’re

widened as my hands instinctively reached for my face. What

after that?" I asked,

for the next one year,

me. "Wife?" I repeated, my

again. "Don’t worry, we won’t be legally married. I’ll simply tell my people that

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

in the bedroom. My people have been pressuring me to

nodded grimly. "Yes, I can’t father a child..." He paused, letting the weight of his words hang in

But he wasn’t finished.

can’t give her a child. And even if I

breathe. Everything he was saying... it

Change my face?

Pretend to be dead?

Be his wife?

the wall, trying to steady

asked the only question