Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 221

Chapter 221: A Miracle

Olivia’s POV

"Olivia."

The voice was so familiar.

I opened my eyes slowly, blinking away the blur.

And there she was—sitting right beside me in the backseat of the moving car.

Her.

The older woman who looked exactly like me.

The one I saw on the rooftop.

The one from my dream...

She was here again.

But somehow... I already knew this wasn’t real.

"This is a dream... isn’t it?" I whispered, barely able to speak the words.

She gave a small nod, her eyes calm. "Yes."

I swallowed hard, my heart racing even though I wasn’t awake. "Why do you keep showing up? Who are you?"

She didn’t answer right away. Her eyes turned to the window, watching the road pass in silence. Then she said quietly, "You escaped your first death, Olivia... and that alone is a miracle."

My breath caught in my throat. First death?

She looked at me again. "But don’t think you’re free. The life you’re living now... this path you’re on... is your punishment."

"Punishment?" I echoed, confused.

"Your life has already been plotted before you were born," she said, her voice almost like the wind. "For the secrets that surround your bloodline. You may not have asked for any of it, but the price still follows you."

I frowned. "I don’t understand."

"You will," she replied softly. "But you need to grow up, Olivia. You can’t keep seeing the world as black and white. Nothing is ever that simple. Look deeper. Look past what you’ve been told. And you’ll find your answers."

I stared at her, wanting to ask more—but she was already fading. Her voice echoing like it was being carried away by the wind.

"Keep your eyes open, Olivia. The truth is closer than you think."

And then—

She was gone.

Just like that.

And I woke up with a small gasp, still in the back seat of the moving car... Alpha Damien beside me, eyes forward, like nothing had happened.

I swallowed hard and slowly leaned my head back against the seat.

What was happening?

What was all this?

did she keep coming

look

my life being "plotted before I

Nothing made sense anymore.

the car

head and looked out

on a private

right in front of us was a sleek, silver private jet—its

stepped out first. I followed him slowly, the cool air brushing against my skin as I stepped onto the tarmac. His men were already around, silently checking everything. One of them nodded

a word, Alpha Damien

taking one last look at the world

Then I climbed up.

Cream leather seats, warm lighting, and the low hum of soft air-conditioning

glanced at the small

2:04 AM.

me, giving quick instructions to someone over a

like that... the engines roared to

plane began to

feeling it lift off the

but

my pack. We’ll stop there first... she’s already completed the ritual. All that’s left is for you to arrive so she can perform the final part," Alpha Damien said

them tightly, hoping that

I let myself imagine

life where I didn’t have to

no one wanted my head

life where no forged letters were sent to

where they didn’t hurt

myself

In the triplets’ arms.

tightly, whispering jokes in my ear just to

my forehead like I

like

laughter echoing through the trees as we talked about silly things—about the future, about pups,

imagined us dancing in the

No enemies.

No witches.

No pain.

Just us.

Happy.

Together.

for a few minutes... it

could almost feel Lennox’s

Levi calling my

Louis’ goofy

the smallest smile as sleep pulled me deeper into

But then—

"Wake up."

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