Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362: Three days

Olivia’s POV

I teleported and appeared in my room. As if they had been waiting for my return, it didn’t take five minutes before the door pushed open and Mother walked in. I knew she had sensed my presence through my scent. Ignoring her, I began removing my shoes, but she stepped forward and stood in front of me. I expected her to be furious... to yell at me... but she didn’t. Instead, she wore a blank expression and just stared. Rolling my eyes, I stayed seated on the bed, waiting for her to speak. Finally, she drew in a sharp breath and moved to sit beside me.

"Lord Frederick was here," she muttered. I frowned, waiting for her to continue.

"He is promising doom, Olivia... He says he gives you three days, and if you don’t agree to be his... he will invoke the spirit of the vow."

I turned to face her. "What does that mean?"

Mother’s eyes flickered with fear. She hesitated, as though speaking the truth aloud would make it real. At last, she whispered,

"Through the blood vow, Olivia... he will give it to a witch. Once the spell is cast, it will bind you. Your body will begin to weaken, little by little. You’ll fall sick, and no healer will be able to stop it. Not even you... and eventually... you’ll die."

Her words crashed over me like ice water.

I froze, staring at her. "Die?" My voice broke, thin and sharp.

Mother nodded slowly, her hands twisting in her lap. "Yes. That is what the vow means. It is not just a threat, Olivia. It is a curse... one that only ends if you give in to him. Once the witch seals it, your life will slip away, day after day, until nothing is left."

The room seemed to shrink around me, the air pressing heavy in my chest. My mind raced—images of being trapped, helpless, my body failing while he stood there, waiting for me to surrender.

I clenched my fists, my voice shaking but steady enough to speak. "So, it’s death... or him."

Mother turned toward me, her eyes glassy with something I rarely saw—guilt and fear. "Yes, my daughter. And he is serious. You have three days to decide."

I stood abruptly from the bed. "I’d rather die than belong to him," I hissed, my wolf snapping inside me in fierce agreement.

Mother flinched at my tone but didn’t argue. She only whispered, "Be careful, my daughter. Because if you mean those words... you may very well face that choice."

I turned away, my nails digging into my palms, my body trembling with fury I could barely contain. My whole body shook with anger. My wolf growled inside me, restless and wild. I couldn’t just sit in my room and wait three days for Lord Frederick to curse me. No—I had to face him now.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and let my power rush through me. The air around me lit up, bright and hot. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in my room. I was standing inside a huge hall. The walls were made of stone, tall and dark, with torches burning along the sides. The air smelled strange, like metal and smoke.

And there he was. Lord Frederick.

He sat on a chair that looked like a throne, leaning back as if the whole world belonged to him. His white hair glowed in the firelight, and his sharp eyes locked on me the second I appeared.

A slow smile spread across his face. "Well," he said, his voice smooth, "I was wondering when you would come."

My fists curled tight. My wolf growled louder. "You think I’ll be yours? You think you can scare me into bowing to you?"

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his smile still there. "No, Olivia. I don’t need to scare you. The blood vow will do that for me. Three days... and your body will weaken. Unless you choose me."

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