Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 364: The Only Way

Olivia’s POV

Pity. That was the first thing I felt watching Anita beg for death. But as quickly as it came, pity was replaced with anger. Hot, sharp, bone-deep anger. It was as if my wolf was replaying every wound Anita had carved into me. Every humiliation. Every betrayal. If she had been given the chance to drive a dagger through my heart, she would’ve done it without hesitation. I knew that. She would not have pitied me. So why should I pity her?

My jaw tightened, and my nails dug into my hands. The sound of her voice—weak, begging, echoed in the dungeon like a sad cry. But all it did was remind me of how many times she laughed while I cried.

"Good girl," my wolf purred, her voice fierce and pleased. "Don’t forget who she is. Don’t forget what she’s done."

I stared at Anita’s frail body slumped in chains, my chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. For a fleeting second, I wondered if I should tell my brother, if I should grant her request for mercy. But the thought twisted in me like a blade. Mercy for her? After everything?

No.

I took a slow step closer to the bars, meeting her hollow gaze with mine. "You want death?" I whispered, my voice low, almost trembling with the pain inside me. "You should’ve thought of that when you made me wish for mine."

Anita sobbed loudly, her body shaking as she pulled weakly against the chains. "Please, Olivia... please just let me die. You’ve won. You’re the winner. What more will you gain by leaving me like this?" she choked with pain.

My lips twisted into a bitter smile. "Everything. I will gain everything."

hate burning in my eyes. "Anita, your death would be too easy. Too quick. Too merciful. But keeping you alive?" My voice dropped into a low whisper.

cheeks. "No, please... don’t do this. I was wrong. I

rose and fell heavily,

you hear that?" I whispered, leaning closer to the bars. "That’s my

walls. But

was. And I

didn’t want to be that kind-hearted girl everyone knew me to be. Maybe if I started hardening my heart, people would stop trampling on me like a rag. Speaking of that, I

witch hunt. She was already seated on the ground, her head bowed low, lips moving

waiting for your visit," she said calmly the moment

stepped forward until I stood right before her. "I need your

gestured toward a single

me, restless, but I kept my face calm as I lowered myself into the single couch she had pointed to. The air here smelled of herbs and ash,

your help," I said again,

head. Her eyes, strange and glowing faintly, locked on mine. "I know why you are here," she said slowly.

alone made my jaw

I was a puzzle she’d already solved. "He has threatened you with the blood vow. Three days until you will be struck with a strange