Olivia's POV
Alpha Damien stood still, waiting for my answer. He didn't rush me, didn't pressure me, he just waited. But the silence between us felt so loud, so suffocating.
I turned my back to him and faced the cold, cracked wall of the cell. I closed my eyes, trying to breathe, but it was hard. My chest felt too tight.
What choice did I even have?
If I said no… by tomorrow, I'd be dead. My head on the ground, just like in that horrible dream. Gabriel wasn't bluffing—I saw it in his eyes.
And the triplets?
I tried reaching them… again and again. But nothing. The choker was doing its job. And even if they did feel something was wrong, by the time they figured it out—it would already be too late.
No one was coming.
No one was saving me.
So maybe… maybe Alpha Damien's deal was the only way out.
A fake death.
A new face.
A life in hiding.
Being his wife in name only.
Just for one year.
