Fated To Not Just One But Three novel 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.

I met her eyes. "They will," I said, though my voice shook. "They always do."

But deep down, a small, frightened part of me wondered, what if this time, they can’t?

A moment of suffocating silence hung in the air until Selene suddenly spoke.

"You know..." she said, staring at the wall, "I used to hate you."

I blinked, caught off guard. "What?"

She turned her head slowly, 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 know how that feels? To grow up hearing about someone who has the life you were supposed to have?"

Her words stung, but I didn’t interrupt.

She continued, her tone bitter but trembling. "We’re 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 of a name."

I stared at her—really stared. For the first time, I didn’t see the cold, proud woman Frederick had tried so hard to protect. I saw someone who was tired. Jealous. Hurt.

I swallowed, 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 they blame. Me they want dead."

Her gaze flickered, but she didn’t speak.

I looked down at my 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 wouldn’t be sitting here right now."

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