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."

her see the hate burning in my eyes. "Anita, your death would be too easy. Too quick. Too merciful. But keeping you alive?"

face crumpled as she shook her head, tears streaking down her hollow cheeks. "No, please... don’t do this.

wrongdoings." My chest rose and fell heavily, my wolf pacing inside

"That’s my wolf. And she’s

echoing off the walls. But

was. And I wasn’t going to let her escape so

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 had to focus on Frederick. I couldn’t be called the special one and fall so

to the witch hunt. She was already seated on the

she said calmly

right before her.

gestured toward

wolf paced inside me, restless, but I kept my face calm as I lowered myself into the single couch she had

I said again,

strange and glowing faintly, locked on mine. "I know why you are here,"

alone made

tilted her head, studying me like 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 illness no