Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 442

Chapter 442: Exchange Of Life

Olivia’s POV

The masked man leaned back in his chair, his gloved hands resting loosely on his knees. For a moment, he just stared at me through that faceless mask. Then his voice came, low and calm, like a blade sliding across stone.

"My son is dying," he said. "And you... you are going to heal him."

I blinked at him, confused. "Heal him?" My voice cracked. "Why would you go this far—kidnapping Selene, dragging me here—just for that? If your son is sick, I can help. I can heal him. You didn’t have to do this."

He tilted his head slightly, like he pitied me. "It’s not as simple as you think," he said. "His illness is not a wound. It’s an exchange. A curse. His life for another’s."

My stomach tightened. "What do you mean?"

The man leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "If you heal him, the curse won’t just break—it will move. His heart will start beating again, and yours will stop."

I felt the blood drain from my face. My wolf growled weakly inside me, but the collar smothered her voice. "You’re insane," I whispered. "You can’t ask me to—"

"I’m not asking," he interrupted sharply. "I am telling you."

He sat back again, then turned his masked face toward Selene. She stiffened under his gaze, her lips pressed tight.

"And after you heal him," he continued, voice smooth, "my son will feed. From her."

Selene’s eyes went wide. "No," she hissed, her voice trembling but full of rage. "You touch me and—"

"You will do nothing," he said flatly. "Neither of you will."

My breath came fast. "You don’t need to do this," I said quickly, desperate now. "If your son is cursed, there must be another way..."

"No," the masked man said again. "You are the only one who carries Hailee’s special abilities. You don’t even know how powerful you are yet. Only you can heal him. And only she—" he glanced at Selene "—can sate his hunger without killing him."

Selene shook her head violently. "This is madness!"

He tilted his head, as if amused. "Madness or desperation? Sometimes they are the same thing."

I clenched my fists, feeling the knife under my thigh strap pressing into my skin like a reminder. My mind raced. If I healed this boy, I might die. And Selene would be fed on like livestock.

But at the same time... if I refused, would he kill us both now?

The masked man stood. "My son will be brought here in a few hours," he said calmly. "You should both get ready."

He turned toward the door, pausing for a moment. "Don’t do anything foolish, Olivia. The collar will make sure of that."

Then he left.

The door slammed, the sound echoing through the small, cold room. Silence followed. My mind spun with thoughts. There had to be a way out. There had to be. Frederick would come. The triplets would come. But would they make it in time?

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