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."

for any hint of a

I slowly nodded.

we have a

placed 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 choice did I have... anything was better than my head being chopped off... I don’t want to experience such a painful and brutal

your clothes," he

I blinked, confused. "What?"

his eyes like it should’ve been obvious. "I have to fake your death, remember? My witch needs your clothes—something fresh, something with your scent. That way,

wave washed

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

to fake it exactly?" I asked,

worry. Just know it’ll be convincing. No one will

it was better that way. The less I knew,

I reached for the hem of my shirt, my heart tightened painfully in my chest. My mind drifted to

What would they feel?

Would they cry? Break?

themselves for not

think

Would they blame themselves?

I didn’t want this. I never wanted to hurt them.

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

shook my head, forcing the

shaking hands, I stripped off my clothes and quietly handed them to Alpha Damien. He took them carefully, folding them

saying a word, he pulled off his jacket and

softly. "Let’s get

clutching it tightly

you ready?" I nodded but didn’t

Alpha Damien ordered gently, turning

I trailed after

and cold, just like 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 loosely around me, the sleeves swallowing

we turned the corner, I saw two men standing guard at the end of the hall. They were tall, dressed in black, and armed. When they

out into the open yard behind the mansion. The cold night air brushed against my skin, making me

row of black SUVs waited in

Damien’s men opened the back

to get in, but just as I placed my hand on the door

ran