Fated To Not Just One, But Three

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.

said, though

of

hung in the air until Selene suddenly

at the wall, "I

caught off

her tired eyes locking onto mine. "I hated you before I even met you. Everyone spoke about you—the miracle, the chosen one, the girl born with power in her blood." She let out a dry laugh. "Do you

words stung, but I

gift. The one the Moon seemed to favor.

first time, I didn’t see the cold, proud woman Frederick had tried so hard to protect. I saw someone

softly. "You think it’s easy being special? Every time something goes wrong, it’s me they come for. Me they blame. Me they want

but she didn’t

hands, whispering, "If I could, I’d give it up. I’d love to just be Olivia Parker—daughter of a former Gamma. A normal werewolf who didn’t have to heal people or fight curses." I gave a weak laugh. "If I were normal, I

said nothing. Then, slowly, the edge in

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

made me smile—small, tired, but real.

ease just a little. For the first time since this nightmare started, the silence between us didn’t feel

calmer. "If we survive this," she said, "I think I’d like to

"I’d like

that. We just sat there—two women bound by blood, fate, and bad

quiet didn’t last

through the room, sharp and sudden. Selene and I both snapped our heads toward the door as it creaked open. Two guards stepped inside—tall and armed. Their presence made the air feel

up," one of

her fear 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

grabbed our arms roughly, forcing us out of the room. The hallway outside was narrow, lit only by flickering lights that hummed weakly above us. The air smelled of damp concrete and something metallic—blood, maybe. My heart pounded as I

We were underground.

somewhere unseen, echoing faintly. I could hear distant whispers—other voices, other footsteps. This place wasn’t