Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 440

Chapter 440: Meet Up

Olivia’s POV

He didn’t move at first. He just stared at me — as if memorizing my face — then opened a drawer and pulled out a black case. Inside were knives made of silver, small bottles of glowing blue liquid, and a gun I’d never seen before. I didn’t ask questions. I didn’t want to.

He took out one small blade and hid it under his coat. "If something happens," he said softly, "don’t hesitate. Teleport."

I gave a weak smile. Was he genuinely concerned for me? "You know I won’t."

He didn’t smile back. He reached for my wrist and pressed his thumb against it, drawing a red mark with his blood. I thought vampires had no blood... but Frederick does. It burned hot for a second.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"Marking you," he said. "So I can find you — no matter where they take you."

I didn’t answer. I just nodded. Then I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, calling on my power.

The world spun. The floor vanished.

When it stopped, I opened my eyes — and cold air hit my face. We were standing inside a dark warehouse. The air smelled of rust, old blood, and rain.

My heart began to race. Every sound echoed. A drop of water. The creak of metal. The beat of my heart.

And then... I saw Selene.

She was tied to a chair in the middle of the room. Her head hung low, her hair covering her face. A small red light blinked on her chest.

"Selene," I breathed.

Frederick froze. I could feel his anger in the air. His hands curled into fists, his fangs slightly bared.

We walked closer, slow and careful. But every step made my stomach twist. Something didn’t feel right.

"Wait," I whispered. "It’s too quiet."

The shadows around us moved. Six men stepped out — all in black masks, holding silver guns. My wolf growled inside me, enraged and angry.

Then a cold voice came from a speaker somewhere above. The same cartoon-like voice from the phone.

"Step forward. No tricks."

Frederick’s eyes flickered red. He squeezed my hand once — strong, warm, like he was saying goodbye without words. Then he let go.

I stepped closer.

Selene’s head lifted slowly. Her eyes found mine. They were wide, glassy, and terrified.

She shook her head weakly. Her lips moved. I couldn’t hear her — but I could read the word. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Run.

My whole body froze. The red light on her chest started blinking faster.

"Frederick..." I whispered.

His eyes went wide. "No."

The voice from the speaker came again — calm, and cold. "Pick up the collar," it said. "Put it on. Now."

My eyes flicked down.

There, lying on the dusty floor near my feet, was a black collar. It shimmered faintly, like it had tiny sparks trapped inside. Even from here I could feel its power crawling over my skin. My wolf shrank back, growling low.

It was magic. A choker like the one on Selene. It would crush my ability, cage my wolf, make me helpless.

"Do it," the voice ordered. "One minute. If not, the bomb on her chest goes off."

The red light on Selene’s chest blinked faster. Her eyes begged me not to do it.

"Stay strong," I whispered, even though it hurt to speak.

The voice from the speaker laughed softly. "Good girl," it said. "Now step away from the vampire."

I turned my head to look at Frederick. His eyes were glowing red, full of rage and pain. He wanted to kill them all — I could see it — but he didn’t move.

He couldn’t. If he did, Selene would die.

I took one small step forward. Then another. My legs felt heavy, but I forced them to move.

When I was close enough, one of the masked men walked over and grabbed my arm roughly. I wanted to fight back, but my strength was gone. The collar had taken it all.

"Don’t touch her!" Frederick shouted, his fangs flashing.

"Another step," the voice warned from the speaker, "and the bomb goes off."

Frederick froze, his chest rising and falling hard.

I looked at him again. His eyes met mine, and for a second, everything went quiet.

He didn’t speak, but I could see the words in his gaze. Don’t die.

I gave a small nod. My fingers brushed the knife hidden under my thigh strap. I had one chance — just one.

The man dragged me forward toward Selene, who was crying softly now.

The red light on her chest blinked faster... faster...

"Let her go!" I shouted.

The voice only laughed again. "You have served your purpose, Olivia Parker. But I never said I’d let either of you go."