Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 362: Three days

Olivia’s POV

I teleported and appeared in my room. As if they had been waiting for my return, it didn’t take five minutes before the door pushed open and Mother walked in. I knew she had sensed my presence through my scent. Ignoring her, I began removing my shoes, but she stepped forward and stood in front of me. I expected her to be furious... to yell at me... but she didn’t. Instead, she wore a blank expression and just stared. Rolling my eyes, I stayed seated on the bed, waiting for her to speak. Finally, she drew in a sharp breath and moved to sit beside me.

"Lord Frederick was here," she muttered. I frowned, waiting for her to continue.

"He is promising doom, Olivia... He says he gives you three days, and if you don’t agree to be his... he will invoke the spirit of the vow."

I turned to face her. "What does that mean?"

Mother’s eyes flickered with fear. She hesitated, as though speaking the truth aloud would make it real. At last, she whispered,

"Through the blood vow, Olivia... he will give it to a witch. Once the spell is cast, it will bind you. Your body will begin to weaken, little by little. You’ll fall sick, and no healer will be able to stop it. Not even you... and eventually... you’ll die."

Her words crashed over me like ice water.

I froze, staring at her. "Die?" My voice broke, thin and sharp.

Mother nodded slowly, her hands twisting in her lap. "Yes. That is what the vow means. It is not just a threat, Olivia. It is a curse... one that only ends if you give in to him. Once the witch seals it, your life will slip away, day after day, until nothing is left."

The room seemed to shrink around me, the air pressing heavy in my chest. My mind raced—images of being trapped, helpless, my body failing while he stood there, waiting for me to surrender.

I clenched my fists, my voice shaking but steady enough to speak. "So, it’s death... or him."

toward me, her eyes glassy with something I rarely saw—guilt and fear. "Yes,

stood abruptly from the bed. "I’d rather die than belong to him," I hissed, my wolf snapping inside me in

whispered, "Be careful, my daughter. Because if you mean those words... you may very well face that

digging into my palms, my body trembling with fury I could barely contain. My whole body shook with anger. My wolf growled inside me, restless and wild. I couldn’t just sit in my room and wait three days for Lord Frederick to curse me. No—I had

breath, and let my power rush through me. The air around me

The walls were made of stone, tall and dark, with torches burning along the sides. The air

there he was. Lord

a chair that looked like a throne, leaning back as if the whole world belonged to him. His white hair glowed in the firelight, and his

face. "Well," he said, his

curled tight. My wolf growled louder. "You think I’ll be yours? You think you can scare me into bowing

on his knees, his smile still there. "No, Olivia. I don’t need to scare you. The blood vow will do that for me. Three days... and your body will weaken. Unless you choose

words sent chills down my spine, but I

to me, Frederick," I said, my voice steady even though my heart pounded. "I’d rather die with my wolf than ever

grew sharper,

him, my whole body burning with

snarled inside me. "Just do it." She

heart slammed against my

him. End him!"

rushing through my veins. My hands lit up, flames bursting out, hot and wild. I threw them

But then—

of his wrist, my fire went out. Gone. The room filled with