Fated To Not Just One, But Three 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 . I expected her to be furious... to yell at ... 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 .

"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 an?"

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

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

Mother turned toward , her eyes glassy with sothing 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 in fierce agreent.

Mother flinched at my tone but didn’t argue. She only whispered, "Be careful, my daughter. Because if you an 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 , restless and wild. I couldn’t just sit in my room and wait three days for Lord Frederick to curse . No—I had to face him now.

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

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 slled strange, like tal 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 the second I appeared.

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

My fists curled tight. My wolf growled louder. "You think I’ll be yours? You think you can scare 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 . Three days... and your body will weaken. Unless you choose ."

His words sent chills down my spine, but I stood tall and glared at him.

"Listen to , Frederick," I said, my voice steady even though my heart pounded. "I’d rather die with my wolf than ever belong to you."

His smile grew sharper, colder. "We’ll see."

I glared at him, my whole body burning with anger.

"Kill him." My wolf snarled inside . "Just do it." She pushed harder.

My heart slamd against my ribs, my wolf pressing harder.

"Burn him. End him!" she demanded.

The fire in rose fast, rushing through my veins. My hands lit up, flas bursting out, hot and wild. I threw them at Frederick, fire shooting across the hall. The walls shook, the heat filled the air—I was sure I had him.

But then—

With just a flick of his wrist, my fire went out. Gone. The room filled with smoke, but the flas were dead.

My chest rose and fell fast, my wolf howling inside . "No! Again! Don’t stop!"

But Frederick only laughed. His laugh was low, smooth, and full of pride.

He stood from his chair, his white hair glowing in the firelight. His eyes burned into mine as he said, "That’s it? That’s your big power? Fire?"

I clenched my fists, my heart racing.

Frederick stepped closer, slow and calm. His voice was sharp but steady. "Olivia, I am three hundred years old. Do you really think you’re the first wolf to try killing ? I have lived this long because no fire, no magic, no power has beaten ."

His aura pressed down on , heavy like chains. "Your flas can’t touch unless I let them."

Then he smirked, his voice dark and sure. "And I never will."

He took more steps toward , and when he got much closer, his hand shot out fast, cold as ice, and wrapped around my throat. His grip was firm but not crushing, just enough to remind who held the power here.

I didn’t fight. I didn’t claw at his hand or try to pull away. My wolf roared inside , begging to strike again, but I stayed still. My eyes locked with his, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing scared.

Frederick’s lips curled into a cruel smile as he leaned closer. "Do you even know what I did, Olivia?" His voice was low, heavy, each word like a stone pressing down on . "If not for ... you, your precious Hailee, your entire bloodline... would have been ashes long ago."

My chest tightened, not from his grip but from the weight of his words.

His eyes glowed, rare and rciless. "I saved Hailee. I risked my life to let her live. And because Hailee lived, you were born. You exist because I let it be so." He squeezed my throat just a little, enough to send sparks of pain down my neck. "That ans you belong to , Olivia. You always have."

His breath was cold against my ear as he whispered, "And soon... you will be mine fully. Body. Soul. Wolf. Everything."