Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 446

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.

Every second felt like my soul was being drained through my veins. My body trembled violently. My fingers clawed at the floor, searching for something, anything to hold on to.

The witch’s chant grew louder. The air whipped around us. The energy pouring out of me turned red — darker, heavier. My wolf cried inside, fading with every pulse.

"Stop!" Selene screamed. "You’ll kill her!"

The masked man didn’t even flinch. His cold voice cut through the chaos. "She knew the price."

My body slumped forward. My breathing slowed. I could feel the light fading from my eyes, replaced by a suffocating darkness creeping in from all sides.

Through the haze, I saw the boy breathing, his fingers moving.

And as the witch continued her incantation, I whispered weakly, "Mates... please... find me..."

The witch’s 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 heart felt weaker than the last.

Then I heard footsteps. Heavy. Fast.

The doors burst open with a crash that shook the room. Through the blur of my fading sight, I saw them.

Lennox. Louis. Levi.

And behind them — Frederick.

They were here.

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