Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 446: Stopping The Ritual

Olivia’s POV

The witch’s voice echoed through the chamber. "Begin."

The guards pushed me down until my knees hit the glowing symbols on the floor. The markings pulsed with light, spreading heat through the stone beneath me. My heart hammered, but my body refused to move. I glanced at the boy. His small chest barely rose. His face was gray, lifeless. My throat burned. Whatever they were about to do, it wasn’t just magic—it was something darker.

The witch began to chant in an unknown tongue. The words crawled into my ears like whispers of death itself. The air shifted, and the circle flared brighter.

A sharp pain shot through my chest. I gasped, clutching the collar at my neck as it burned hot against my skin. My wolf howled weakly inside me, her voice muffled, fading.

The masked man watched in silence, his arms crossed as if this were just another experiment.

I tried to move — to fight — but invisible hands slammed me down. My palms pressed against the burning symbols. My body arched, my breath caught in my throat. Every vein in me felt like it was on fire.

"Don’t fight it," the witch rasped. "Let it take."

I screamed as light burst from my chest — pale, blinding energy swirling upward before pouring toward the little boy. The power ripped through me, tearing everything apart.

My vision blurred. The room spun.

Selene shouted something, but her voice was drowned out by the ringing in my ears. I could barely see her now — just the blur of her face and the glowing circle surrounding us.

The boy on the cot gasped suddenly — a small, sharp sound. His chest began to rise. Color flushed back into his cheeks.

It was working. He was healing.

But I was dying.

my soul was being drained through my veins. My body trembled violently. My fingers clawed at the floor, searching for something,

out of me turned red — darker, heavier.

screamed. "You’ll

cold voice

light fading from my eyes, replaced by a suffocating

saw the boy breathing, his

as the witch continued her incantation, I whispered weakly, "Mates...

chanting grew louder. The air was wild, spinning with dark magic, and my vision blurred to white. I could barely breathe. Every beat of my

I heard footsteps. Heavy.

room. Through the blur of my fading

Lennox. Louis. Levi.

behind them

They were here.

mates had found

Lennox’s voice tore through the chaos, raw and full of panic. He tried to rush

sharp and full of warning. "If any of you cross this circle, you will

pushed against the invisible wall, teeth bared, eyes glowing red. "I don’t

at him. I wanted to tell him to stop — to run — but my mouth barely worked. More power was being ripped from me. The boy

— I could hear it. Claws tearing flesh, metal clanging. Frederick’s growl, Louis’s snarl, and Levi’s shout—they were battling the guards, trying to reach me. But the witch kept chanting, her voice drowning out

barrier again.

looked at me—and in his eyes, I saw it. The same

I could even shake my head, he stepped into the circle. I didn’t know

light exploded. The witch screamed. Frederick shouted something, but it was too late. Lennox’s body convulsed as the magic

cried weakly, crawling toward

beside me, grabbing my face with shaking hands. "It’s okay," he whispered, his voice fading. "I told you...