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.

cold voice came from a speaker somewhere

"Step forward. No tricks."

strong, warm, like he was saying goodbye

I stepped closer.

lifted slowly. Her eyes found mine. They were

Her lips moved. I couldn’t hear her —

Run.

body froze. The red light on her

"Frederick..." I whispered.

eyes went wide.

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

My eyes flicked down.

tiny sparks trapped inside. Even from here I could feel its power crawling over my skin. My wolf

was magic. A choker like the one on Selene. It would crush my ability, cage my wolf,

it," the voice ordered. "One minute. If not, the bomb on

blinked faster. Her eyes

thought of the triplets — how they would be broken if I

burning on my wrist. And under my thigh, hidden in

and wild. He didn’t say anything, but his jaw

came again, louder this

My heart hammered.

snarling. Don’t do it.

slowly. My fingers brushed the collar. Sparks jumped to my

This is the only way, I told myself.

once — his face torn between rage and fear — then back at the

the

the collar to my throat. My wolf howled

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

the voice

so fast I thought it might burst. I took a deep breath and snapped the collar

it clicked shut, pain shot

needles stabbing my skin all at once. My knees almost gave out, and I