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 he

I slowly nodded.

have a

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 what other choice did I have... anything was better than my head being chopped off... I don’t want

off your clothes," he

I blinked, confused. "What?"

Damien rolled his eyes like it should’ve been obvious. "I have to fake your death, remember? My witch needs

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

fake it exactly?" I asked, my

not your worry. Just know it’ll be

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

of my shirt, my heart tightened painfully in my chest. My mind drifted

What would they feel?

Would they cry? Break?

themselves for not saving

they think they failed

Would they blame themselves?

the tears. I didn’t want this. I never wanted to

mourn in quiet agony for months. But Lennox...

my head, forcing the scary thoughts

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

he pulled off his jacket and handed

said softly. "Let’s get you out of

it on, clutching

"Are you

gently,

I trailed

felt unreal, like I was walking through someone

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

the mansion. The cold night air brushed against my skin, making me

row of black SUVs waited

of Damien’s men opened the back door

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

chill ran

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