Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 440: Meet Up

Olivia’s POV

He didn’t move at first. He just stared at me — as if memorizing my face — then opened a drawer and pulled out a black case. Inside were knives made of silver, small bottles of glowing blue liquid, and a gun I’d never seen before. I didn’t ask questions. I didn’t want to.

He took out one small blade and hid it under his coat. "If something happens," he said softly, "don’t hesitate. Teleport."

I gave a weak smile. Was he genuinely concerned for me? "You know I won’t."

He didn’t smile back. He reached for my wrist and pressed his thumb against it, drawing a red mark with his blood. I thought vampires had no blood... but Frederick does. It burned hot for a second.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"Marking you," he said. "So I can find you — no matter where they take you."

I didn’t answer. I just nodded. Then I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, calling on my power.

The world spun. The floor vanished.

When it stopped, I opened my eyes — and cold air hit my face. We were standing inside a dark warehouse. The air smelled of rust, old blood, and rain.

My heart began to race. Every sound echoed. A drop of water. The creak of metal. The beat of my heart.

And then... I saw Selene.

She was tied to a chair in the middle of the room. Her head hung low, her hair covering her face. A small red light blinked on her chest.

"Selene," I breathed.

Frederick froze. I could feel his anger in the air. His hands curled into fists, his fangs slightly bared.

We walked closer, slow and careful. But every step made my stomach twist. Something didn’t feel right.

"Wait," I whispered. "It’s too quiet."

The shadows around us moved. Six men stepped out — all in black masks, holding silver guns. My wolf growled inside me, enraged and angry.

speaker somewhere above. The same cartoon-like voice from

"Step forward. No tricks."

warm, like he was saying goodbye without words. Then he let

I stepped closer.

head lifted slowly. Her eyes found

couldn’t

Run.

whole body froze. The red light on her chest

"Frederick..." I whispered.

eyes went wide.

— calm, and cold. "Pick up the collar,"

My eyes flicked down.

a black collar. It shimmered faintly, like it had tiny sparks trapped inside. Even from here I could feel its power crawling over my skin. My wolf shrank

the one on Selene. It would crush my ability, cage

ordered. "One minute. If not, the bomb on her chest

blinked faster. Her eyes begged

of the triplets — how they would be

under my thigh, hidden in my boot, the small knife. I swallowed hard. "This is

didn’t say anything, but his jaw clenched hard. His hand twitched as if

came again, louder this

My heart hammered.

snarling. Don’t do it.

slowly. My fingers brushed the collar. Sparks jumped to

my eyes. This is the only way, I told myself. Behind me, Frederick

face torn between rage and fear — then back at the collar in my

seconds," the voice

the collar to my throat. My wolf howled

it. It felt heavier than it looked. The metal was cold, but it burned at the same time, like holding

seconds," the

it might burst. I took a deep breath and

clicked shut, pain shot

stabbing my skin all at once. My knees