Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 222: New Face

Olivia’s POV

I nervously stepped into the room. Alpha Damien followed close behind and quietly shut the door behind us. The room was dimly lit, the walls lined with shelves full of jars, herbs, strange stones, and things I couldn’t name. The smell was sharp—earthy and strange, like dried plants mixed with smoke and something older.

Seated on the floor in the center of the room was the witch. She was old, with long silver hair tied back loosely. Her eyes were strange—too dark, too deep—and they watched me like they could see every part of me, even the parts I didn’t want anyone to see.

"Sit," she said, her voice low and rough like sandpaper. She didn’t raise her head, just motioned to the small cushion in front of her.

I hesitated, glancing once at Alpha Damien, but he gave me a small nod.

Slowly, I stepped forward and sat down in front of her.

She began chanting in a language I didn’t understand. Her voice was firm, loud, and the air in the room seemed to shift with each word she spoke. I could feel it—like the air was pulsing around me.

Then she stopped.

Her eyes opened and looked directly into mine.

"You must give consent," she said. "Without it, nothing I do will work. Your body must accept the spell willingly."

I stared at her, frozen. My mouth felt dry. Every part of me wanted to run, to scream, to tell her no.

But I couldn’t.

I nodded slowly. "I give my consent for a change of appearance only for a year," I whispered.

The witch didn’t say anything else. She just stood and pointed to the small bed in the corner of the room.

"Lie down," she said.

I swallowed hard and took a shaky step back.

The bed was small, plain, with faded covers and a pillow that looked ancient.

"Will it hurt?" I asked, turning to her.

"No," she said softly. "It’s only for a year. You’ll wake up with a new face, but the old one will still be there... waiting to return."

That didn’t comfort me much.

But I did as she said, walking slowly to the bed and lying down. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.

I heard her footsteps come closer.

Then, she placed something warm and thick over my face.

It was a clay pot. I could feel the heavy rim of it resting against my forehead and chin.

And then—darkness.

Total, complete darkness.

just around me—but inside me. Like my face was shifting, like something old was being peeled away and something new was

Suddenly, the chanting stopped.

felt the pot lift off my

let

witch said proudly. "It was a

heart pounded

up, hesitating as I touched my face.

knew it

My breathing quickened.

Damien walked over to me with a relieved look on his face, and in his hand was a mirror. When he reached

and took the

thoughts raced through my

slowly lifted the

And froze.

staring back at me wasn’t mine. It was the face of

was beautiful—undeniably so—but she wasn’t

arched at the corners, like she carried a secret. Her nose was delicate, perfectly shaped. And her eyes... they were a shade

the most

She looked older.

Not by much—but enough.

longer looked like an

early twenties. An Indian woman, she looked so Indian that

didn’t look innocent

looked... like someone who had seen the world and

in some ways...

sight of

but the words caught in my

"She did well," he said. "You look completely

I slowly lowered

blonde... remember it was only your face that was changed... nothing else," the witch instructed while I remained silent. Everything still felt like

turned to her.

quiet, raspy laugh. "Hope you’ve kept your

gave her my clothes. "Yes. The lands are now yours," he said. "As promised, do

with a raspy voice. "I’ll

lap, unable to tear my

this really who

disguise—it was a whole

turned back

blinked and looked up at

That was it?

Just like that?

little shaky, and followed him toward the door. One

face will be me for the next year, I would have to