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.

could feel something moving... not just around me—but inside me. Like my face was shifting, like something old

Suddenly, the chanting stopped.

the pot lift

then she let

witch said proudly.

heart pounded

touched

knew it

My breathing quickened.

his face, and in his hand was a mirror. When he reached the bed, he stretched out

fingers, I reached out and took the

as I slowly lifted it toward my face. A thousand thoughts raced through my head—What if I didn’t

lifted the

And froze.

back at me wasn’t mine. It was the

was beautiful—undeniably so—but she

at the corners, like she carried a secret. Her nose was

the most

She looked older.

Not by much—but enough.

looked like

woman, she looked so Indian that merely

I didn’t look innocent

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

in some ways... maybe I

of her—of me—left

began, but the words caught

did well," he said. "You look completely different. No one will recognize you

hands trembled as I slowly lowered the mirror to my

take off the blonde... remember it was only your face that was changed... nothing else," the witch instructed

to her.

laugh. "Hope you’ve

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

a small, satisfied smile. "Good," she said with a raspy voice. "I’ll do it quickly

my lap, unable to tear my eyes away from the reflection that no longer felt

who

wasn’t just a disguise—it

back

blinked and looked

That was it?

Just like that?

shaky, and followed him toward the door. One last glance at the mirror in my hand made my

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