Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 444

Chapter 444: The Rescue

Levi’s POV

We sat around the big table and tried to think fast.

"I marked Olivia so I could track her no matter where they took her," Frederick said. His voice was rough. "All we need is to get our men and silently attack."

I looked at him. Then I looked at my brothers.

That sounded simple. It was not.

My head was racing. My hands felt cold. I had to be calm. I breathed slowly.

"We can’t just rush in," I said. My voice was quiet but filled with panic. "They have collars that stop powers. They have a bomb on Selene. If we run in angry, they will kill them both."

Lennox slammed his fist and shouted. Louis wanted to go now. I understood them. But we needed a plan that wouldn’t get Olivia or Selene hurt more.

"I’ll do tech," I said. "I’ll jam their cameras and block their radios so we get in without them calling for more men. I can make a thirty-second blackout. That’s our window."

Luckily, my skills could be put to use tonight.

Louis nodded. "I’ll do the locks and the loud part. I’ll blow the bolts so the doors open."

Lennox glared at me but then said, "I go for Olivia. I get her out."

Frederick sighed but agreed. "I’ll lead us to them."

"We move quietly," I said. "Levi and Levi only for tech inside. Louis with explosives at the back gate. Lennox goes straight to the hostages. Frederick will be the distraction — the boss walking in. We do the blackout, we get in, we get them out."

The clock on the wall stared at us. Time was slipping. It was past midnight, and according to Frederick, they were being held hostage in a warehouse almost three hours from here — but I doubted they would still be there. They must have moved them.

"Call the scouts," Lennox ordered. "If this goes bad, we need backup ready."

I pushed a button on my phone and sent the message.

My wolf pressed at my mind, nervous and ready. I put my hand over my heart and said, "We do this clean. No mistakes."

We all stood up. The plan was set. My chest hurt, but I felt sharp, like a blade ready to work.

I packed my gear — the device, my comms jammer, and a small knife. I checked everything twice.

We left the room together. The air outside smelled of rain. The night felt cold. Outside, our head of warriors, Anthony, was already waiting by the convoy, armed and ready, eyes wide with concern.

"Alphas," he said, looking between us, "the scouts are on standby. Just give the word."

I nodded. "Follow us behind, but not too closely. Once we confirm the location, you and the men move in. No noise, no mistakes. Wait for my signal."

Anthony gave a firm nod and hurried off to brief the team.

Frederick opened his car door, his face drawn tight with exhaustion and guilt. We followed him in. Lennox sat up front, Louis beside me in the back. My gear bag sat between my feet — jammer, signal tracker, knives. My heart wouldn’t stop racing.

Frederick leaned forward and spoke low to the driver.

"Head toward the southern route," he said, then closed his eyes.

At first, I thought he was praying—but no. His hands hovered slightly, his breathing evened out. His power, faint but real, filled the car.

He wasn’t praying—he was tracking.

I watched in silence as the faint veins in his neck glowed red for a moment, his voice almost a whisper. "Left... then straight. They’re moving north, but faintly."

I studied him quietly. "And if this is a trap?"

He gave a small, humorless smile. "Then it’s one I’ll walk into willingly."

The car fell silent again.

Rain began to fall — light at first, then harder, the drops hitting the windshield like small explosions.

The driver slowed as Frederick lifted a hand. "Stop here," he said suddenly.

We rolled to a halt beside a stretch of cracked asphalt. We were surrounded by tall grass, half-dead trees, and the faint glow of distant streetlights. Ahead, a rusted gate stood slightly open, leading into the forgotten rail yard.

Frederick’s eyes opened, glowing faint red. "They’re in there," he said quietly. "About five hundred meters in. Underground chamber."

Louis opened his door first. "Then let’s not waste time."

Lennox stepped out next, his wolf growling low, already ready for blood. I grabbed my gear, slung my bag over my shoulder, and followed them into the wet night.

I pressed a button on my jammer. "Signal’s live. In case they have CCTV cameras planted, it will go dark once we cross the perimeter."

Lennox gave a single nod. "Let’s move."

We moved through the shadows, silent and cautious—three brothers and one vampire with the same goal.

And as thunder rumbled above us, I whispered to myself,

Hold on, Olivia. We’re coming.