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."

looking for any hint of

I slowly nodded.

we have a

forward and held out his hand. And with a deep breath, I 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

clothes," he suddenly

I blinked, confused. "What?"

fake your death, remember? My witch needs your clothes—something fresh, something with your scent. That way, when the triplets see

wave

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

exactly?" I asked,

looked at me, his eyes unreadable. "That’s not your worry. Just know it’ll be convincing. No

better

reached for the hem of my shirt, my heart tightened painfully in my chest.

What would they feel?

Would they cry? Break?

hate themselves for

they think they

Would they blame themselves?

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

they could mourn in quiet agony for months. But Lennox... I knew him

head, forcing the scary thoughts

them to

pulled off his jacket and handed

said softly. "Let’s get

on, clutching

at me. "Are you ready?" I nodded

ordered gently, turning toward

I trailed after

walking through someone else’s nightmare. My bare feet hit the rough floor, and Damien’s

of the hall. They

night air brushed against my skin, making me shiver. My heart

SUVs waited in

opened the back door of the closest

as I placed my hand on

chill ran