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."

studied him, looking for any hint

I slowly nodded.

have a

know what I was getting myself into and if I should trust Alpha Damien by his words, but what other choice did I have... anything was better than my

your clothes," he suddenly

I blinked, confused. "What?"

to fake your death, remember? My witch needs your clothes—something fresh, something with your scent. That way, when the triplets see them, they won’t doubt

cold wave washed

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

to fake it exactly?" I

at me, his eyes unreadable. "That’s not your worry. Just know it’ll

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

my shirt, my heart tightened painfully in my chest. My mind drifted to the triplets—Louis...

What would they feel?

Would they cry? Break?

themselves

they think they

Would they blame themselves?

want this. I never wanted to hurt them. I just hoped... they stayed safe. That

and Louis... they could mourn in quiet agony for months.

shook my head, forcing the scary

hands, I stripped off my clothes and quietly handed them to

without saying a word, he pulled off his jacket

said softly. "Let’s get

clutching

me. "Are you ready?" I nodded but

Alpha Damien ordered gently,

I trailed after

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

men standing guard at the end of the hall. They were tall, dressed in black, and armed. When they saw Alpha Damien,

against my skin, making me shiver. My heart was pounding again,

of black SUVs

men opened the back

get in, but just as I placed my hand on

ran