Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215: Why?

Olivia’s POV

"Where are you taking me!" I yelled in panic, but the guards yanking me forward didn’t respond. Neither did Abigail, who wheeled herself behind us.

They dragged me through a part of the house I had never seen before. The walls grew darker, colder... and the air heavier. My heart pounded as the hallway narrowed, then opened into a dim, stone-walled chamber.

The dungeon.

"No—wait... what is going on here!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, thrashing harder in their grip. But it was useless. With my wolf subdued, I was nothing more than a powerless human being dragged by two massive wolves.

One of the guards swung open a thick iron gate.

"No! Stop—please!" I cried out, but they shoved me inside like I was filth.

I stumbled and hit the ground, scrambling to my feet to chase after them, but the gate shut just before I reached it.

They began locking it.

Click. Click. Clang.

"No! Let me out!" I screamed, gripping the cold bars until my fingers ached.

Abigail wheeled closer until she sat directly in front of the gate. Her face was twisted with something between triumph and hatred.

"What is the meaning of this?! Why are you locking me in here?" I cried desperately. "If you don’t want me near your brother, then just release me—I’ll leave, I swear—please!"

She tilted her head with a cruel smirk. "You’re a fool, Olivia. A big, blind fool."

My heart dropped.

"You should have stayed in the Full Moon Pack where you belonged," she snapped, her voice rising with anger. "But no... you were too stubborn. Too confident in your decision. And now—you’ll pay for it with your life."

My blood ran cold.

"What are you talking about?" I whispered, my voice trembling.

Abigail’s eyes glinted with hate. "This was never just about you and Gabriel. This was our plan—my plan and his—for years. To pull you out of your pack. To sever your bond with those triplets. And you made it so easy."

Tears welled in my eyes. "No..."

"Oh yes," she hissed. "You rejected them, didn’t you? All on your own. We didn’t even need to try. You handed yourself over. You came to us willingly, like a lamb to the slaughter."

I gripped the bars tighter, feeling the weight of her words crush into my chest.

"You fool," she repeated with a mocking laugh. "Now they can’t feel your pain. They won’t know you’re suffering. You cut the bond—and gave us exactly what we needed."

My throat tightened. My chest burned.

"Gabriel..." I whispered. "He lied to me?"

Abigail sneered. "He played you like a violin."

My legs gave out, and I collapsed to my knees. Everything felt like it was spinning.

"My brother never loved you or wanted you... the plan was to make you fall in love with him so he could convince you to leave the triplets and come to him," she said, then let out a triumphant, mocking laugh. "But you—you fool—you didn’t even make it hard. He didn’t need to beg. You rejected them all on your own."

Tears blurred my vision as I stared at Abigail sitting before the cell door, her smile as wicked as ever. My chest ached with confusion and pain. What was this really all for? What did I ever do to deserve this?

I slowly pushed myself off the cold stone floor, my body trembling. Stepping up to the iron bars, I gripped them tightly and looked her dead in the eyes.

"What is all this?" I asked, my voice raw. "All this plan... for what?"

Abigail tilted her head and gave me a look of pity. "Simple," she said. "We’re going to kill you."

My heart stopped.

"What?" I whispered.

"Why?" I choked out, my voice cracking. "What have I done?"

She shrugged casually. "Nothing. You did absolutely nothing. But you’re still going to pay."

"For what?" I cried. "Tell me—what sin did I commit to deserve this?"

Abigail’s smile disappeared, replaced by a hard, cold expression, filled with hate. "It’s not your sin, Olivia. You’re just the one chosen to carry the punishment. It’s not about what you did—it’s about who you are and whose blood runs through your veins."

Before I could ask anything else, she spun her wheelchair around and began wheeling herself away. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"Wait—what are you talking about?!" I shouted, slamming my hands against the bars. "Abigail! Tell me what you mean!"

She didn’t stop.

"I deserve to know... tell me!" I yelled.

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