Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 445

Chapter 445: The Ritual

Olivia’s POV

It had been more than thirty minutes since the masked man left, and the silence in the room had grown so heavy it felt suffocating — thick enough to choke on. Selene sat a few feet away, her knees pulled tightly to her chest, her gaze fixed on the floor. Every so often, she’d glance at me, and I’d glance back, but neither of us spoke. There was nothing left to say that wouldn’t sound hollow or useless.

I was lost in my thoughts.

In my guilt.

The triplets... I could almost picture their faces when they found out what I had done — the hurt, the anger, the disbelief. I’d gone behind their backs again, made another reckless choice, and this time, I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.

My fingers brushed over the fabric of my pants, feeling for the small knife still tucked beneath it. That was my only backup plan — a thin, cold piece of metal.

Pathetic.

I sighed quietly and looked toward the locked steel door.

Where are they now?

Were they already on their way here?

Did Frederick tell them what happened?

The thought of it made my stomach twist. I was worried not just for myself but for their safety. The collar around my neck buzzed faintly again, sending a cold shiver down my spine. My wolf whimpered weakly, trapped and helpless.

I pressed my palms to my knees and whispered under my breath, "Please, let them find me before it’s too late..."

Selene looked up, her face tired but curious. "You still think they’ll come?" she asked softly.

"They will," I said,

part of me wondered, what if this time, they

in the air until Selene

the wall, "I used to

caught

one, the girl born with power in her blood." She let out a dry laugh. "Do

but I didn’t

Hailee. Same bloodline. But you... you’re the one with the gift. The one the Moon seemed to favor. And me?" Her voice cracked slightly. "I got

stared at her—really stared. For the first time, I didn’t see the cold, proud woman

my throat tight. "I didn’t ask for any of it," I said softly. "You think it’s easy being special? Every time something goes wrong, it’s me they come for. Me

but she

Olivia Parker—daughter of a former Gamma. A normal werewolf who didn’t have to heal people or fight curses." I gave a

a long moment, Selene said nothing. Then,

were arrogant," she muttered. "But maybe you’re just...

smile—small, tired, but real. "Maybe

the first time since this nightmare started, the silence between us didn’t feel like a wall. It felt like a pause—a fragile

leaned back against the wall, her voice calmer. "If we survive this," she said, "I think I’d like to stop

nodded quietly. "I’d like

women bound by blood, fate, and bad luck—waiting for

didn’t

Selene and I both snapped our heads toward the door as it

up," one of

even though she tried to hide it behind her glare. I stood slowly, my legs unsteady. The knife hidden under my pants pressed against my thigh, reminding me that it was still there—my last and only chance if

narrow, lit only by flickering lights that hummed

We were underground.

Water dripped from somewhere unseen, echoing faintly. I could hear distant whispers—other voices, other

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