Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Olivia’s POV

I didn’t bother crying—what good would it do? Tears wouldn’t save me now. So I just sat there, in the dimly lit dungeon, hoping for a miracle. Because honestly... that was all I had left. With no wolf and no abilities, I was helpless.

The choker wrapped around my neck felt so magical... like a very dark magic was specially used to make it. I could feel its dark energy creeping into my soul. It felt like it was slowly draining the life out of me, little by little.

Suddenly, I heard the echo of footsteps, and I panicked... who was coming this time? Was this my death?

I sat frozen, staring at the shadowed corridor ahead, waiting for whoever it was to appear. A familiar figure appeared, and from the shadow, I could tell it was a lady, but I couldn’t see her face unless she came closer. And when she did, I realized it was Dalia.

I forced my trembling body off the cold stone floor and dragged myself to the bars. Dalia stood there, her face drawn with pity, a tray of food in her hands. She hesitated before setting it gently on the ledge.

"They asked me to bring you this," she said softly.

I didn’t touch the food. I just looked at her. "You knew, didn’t you?" I asked, my voice trembling. "You knew I was going to be killed?"

Her eyes widened. "No!" she whispered quickly. "I didn’t know anything, I swear. I’m just a servant, Olivia... I don’t know what’s going on in the Alpha’s mind."

"So... you’re surprised I’m locked in here?" I pushed.

She nodded, her face tightening. "Yes. I mean, Alpha Gabriel seemed to like you. We all thought..." Her voice trailed off. "I never imagined something like this."

I stepped closer, gripping the bars between us. "Then help me," I whispered, desperation choking my words. "Please, Dalia. I need your help."