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."

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

abruptly from the bed. "I’d rather die than belong to him," I hissed, my

careful, my daughter.

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

eyes, took a deep breath, and let my power rush through me. The air around me lit up, bright and

huge hall. The walls were made of stone, tall

he was.

if the whole world belonged to him. His white hair glowed

said, his voice smooth, "I

fists curled tight. My wolf growled louder. "You think I’ll be yours?

Olivia. I don’t need to scare you. The blood vow will do that for me. Three days... and your body will

chills down my spine, but I

my heart pounded.

grew sharper, colder.

at him, my

him." My wolf snarled inside me. "Just do it." She

heart slammed against my ribs, my

him. End

fast, rushing through my veins. My hands lit up, flames bursting out, hot and wild. I threw them at Frederick, fire shooting across the hall.

But then—

went out. Gone. The room filled with smoke,