Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 220: The Decision

Olivia’s POV

Alpha Damien stood still, waiting for my answer. He didn’t rush me, didn’t pressure me, he just waited. But the silence between us felt so loud, so suffocating.

I turned my back to him and faced the cold, cracked wall of the cell. I closed my eyes, trying to breathe, but it was hard. My chest felt too tight.

What choice did I even have?

If I said no... by tomorrow, I’d be dead. My head on the ground, just like in that horrible dream. Gabriel wasn’t bluffing—I saw it in his eyes.

And the triplets?

I tried reaching them... again and again. But nothing. The choker was doing its job. And even if they did feel something was wrong, by the time they figured it out—it would already be too late.

No one was coming.

No one was saving me.

So maybe... maybe Alpha Damien’s deal was the only way out.

A fake death.

A new face.

A life in hiding.

Being his wife in name only.

Just for one year.

I let out a shaky breath and slowly turned back to face him. His eyes met mine, calm but serious.

"I’ll do it," I said, voice low but firm. "I’ll accept the deal."

His face didn’t change, but I saw a small spark of relief in his eyes.

"But..." I raised a finger. "You have to promise me—swear it—that after one year, you’ll let me go. You’ll give me my life back. My face back."

"I swear," he said without hesitation. "After one year, your face will be restored, and you’ll be free to leave. I’ll even remove the bracelet myself."

him, looking for any hint of a lie... but

I slowly nodded.

have

my hand in his. We shook, and I pulled away with a hard swallow, my chest tightening with dread. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into and if I should trust Alpha Damien by his words, but what other

clothes," he

I blinked, confused. "What?"

"I have to fake your death, remember? My witch needs your clothes—something fresh, something

cold wave washed over

was right... but still, hearing it like that hit differently. I glanced down at the clothes I was wearing. They weren’t much, but they still felt like the

you going to fake it exactly?" I asked, my voice barely above a

unreadable. "That’s not your worry. Just know it’ll be convincing. No

a slow nod. Maybe it was better that way. The less I knew,

reached for the hem of my shirt, my heart tightened

What would they feel?

Would they cry? Break?

they hate themselves for not

think they

Would they blame themselves?

hard, forcing back the tears. I didn’t want this. I never wanted to hurt them. I just hoped... they stayed safe. That they wouldn’t do something

mourn in quiet agony for months. But Lennox... I knew him too well. What

my head, forcing

I stripped off my clothes and quietly handed them to Alpha Damien. He took

off his jacket and handed

said softly. "Let’s get

clutching

"Are you ready?" I nodded but

Alpha Damien ordered gently, turning toward the

I trailed

unreal, like I was walking through someone else’s nightmare. My bare feet hit the rough floor, and Damien’s jacket hung loosely

the end of the hall. They were tall, dressed in black,

skin, making me shiver. My heart was pounding

row of black SUVs waited in

men opened the back door of

but just as I placed my hand on

chill ran