Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 146

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Olivia’s POV

They shoved me into the back seat of a car, separate from the one my mysterious buyer was in. As the car sped off, I couldn’t help but panic, filled with fear and questions. Who was this mysterious buyer? Why would he spend so much money on me? But what frightened me even more was what he intended to do with me. Was he buying me to be his sex slave? No! I shook my head. No man in his right mind would pay a million dollars just for that. Deep down, I felt he had another purpose for me, but I couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

The car drove for what felt like hours. I had no idea where we were headed–the windows were tinted too dark to see anything clearly. All I could do was sit there, tired and helpless, my heart thudding painfull in my chest.

I frowned as a thought came to my mind. Were we still

in London?

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I glanced around as best as I could, trying to read any signs, any clues. The car slowed, pulling through tall iron gates, and I caught a glimpse of a massive building up ahead.

A mansion.

Huge, old, and surrounded by high stone walls and thick trees. The kind of place that looked like it belonged to royalty.

The vehicle rolled to a stop, and the door flung open.

Two guards reached in to pull me out, rough hands grabbing my arms–but a deep voice cut through the

air.

“Don’t touch her.”

It was him.

The man who bought me.

Instantly, the guards released me and stepped back.

My breath hitched.

Why didn’t he want them to grab me?

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My eyes met his, but he simply stared at me and walked away. “Escort her in,” he said to his men.

I swallowed hard as the men led me. I followed this mysterious buyer into the building. As we entered, I realized he had servants; his mansion wasn’t as big as the full moon pack house, but one could tell this man was wealthy by the intricate designs of the rooms.

My heart raced faster as I followed him upstairs. I began to panic as I didn’t know what was happening. Was he going to sleep with me? Was that it? Would I lose my virginity to this man? I didn’t even know him, nor did I like him, and I certainly didn’t have a choice.

He led me up a wide staircase without saying a word, his pace calm, unhurried—as if this were all just routine. My heart pounded louder with each step, fear clawing its way up my throat. I didn’t know what was waiting for me at the top, but my instincts screamed that nothing good would come of it.

At the end of the hallway, he pushed open a large double door and walked in. I hesitated at the

threshold, but one of the guards gave me a light shove

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forward.

“In,” the man said, not even turning to look at me.

I stepped into the room. His chamber.

It was elegant but cold. The lighting dim, the walls a deep charcoal, and the furniture expensive— minimalist, masculine.

“Leave us,” he said quietly.

At once, the guards turned and shut the door behind them, sealing me in.

He walked toward a side table and poured himself a drink from a crystal decanter. The sharp scent of alcohol filled the air. He took a slow sip, finally turning his gaze on me.

He was older–definitely in his late thirties. Handsome, in a cold, cruel sort of way. His face was sharp, his eyes alluring. But there was no warmth in them.

I couldn’t help but stare.

“Why did you buy me?” I asked softly, though I hated

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how my voice shook.

He didn’t answer right away. He took another sip and then set the glass down with a soft clink.

“Because you fit my plan,” he said simply.

The words made my stomach flip, and not in a good way. I felt sick.

“I don’t understand,” I forced out, taking a step back.

He walked toward me slowly, like a man who had all the time in the world. His presence filled the room, suffocating and intense.

His gaze slid over me like ice water, and I fought the shiver crawling down my spine.

“Because today is the full moon,” he said, stopping just in front of me. “And I know you’ll be in heat tonight.”