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, though my voice shook.

small, frightened part of me wondered,

suffocating silence hung in the air until Selene suddenly

the

blinked, caught off

met you. Everyone spoke about you—the miracle, the chosen one, the girl born with power in

words stung, but I

both descendants of 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 nothing. Just the shadow

first time, I didn’t see the cold, proud woman Frederick had

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

but

a former Gamma. A normal werewolf who didn’t have to heal people

said nothing. Then, slowly, the edge

she

me smile—small, tired, but real.

seemed to ease just a little. For the first time since this nightmare started, the silence between us didn’t feel like a wall. It felt like a pause—a fragile peace in the middle of

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

there—two women

quiet didn’t

our heads toward the door as

one of them

unsteady. The knife hidden under my pants

only by flickering lights that hummed weakly

We were underground.

I could hear distant whispers—other voices, other footsteps. This place wasn’t just a

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