<h4>Chapter 215: Why?</h4>


    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. ng.


    "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 n—my n 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 amb to the ughter."


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


    "You fool," she repeated with a mockingugh. "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 yed you like a violin."


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


    "My brother never loved you or wanted you... the n was to make you fall in love with him so he could convince you to leave the triplets ande to him," she said, then let out a triumphant, mockingugh. "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 n... 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 Imit to deserve this?"


    Abigail’s smile disappeared, reced 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.


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


    She didn’t stop.


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


    She ignored me and continued wheeling herself. But just before she reached the end of the corridor, she turned her head slightly and responded, her voice echoing through the walls of the dungeon:


    "If I were you, I’d start preparing myself for death. Beg the Moon Goddess for forgiveness... and ask her to ept your soul."


    Then she left with the guards.


    My knees weakened, and I copsed to the ground... I wanted to cry, but I realized I was even too shocked for that.


    I thought of what she said... what does she mean by saying:


    "You’re going to die."


    "You did absolutely nothing. But you’ll still pay."


    "It’s not your sin—it’s your blood."


    I didn’t understand.


    I didn’t understand any of it.


    My mind spun faster with questions, and my chest tightened with panic. I needed help. I needed them.


    The triplets...


    If they could just hear me, they woulde. I knew they would. They always protected me, even when they were angry, even when things fell apart, I knew they wouldn’t let me die like this.


    I closed my eyes and reached for the bond.


    Louis... Levi... Lennox...


    I tried again.


    Harder.


    Please... please hear me...


    But nothing came.


    There was only silence. Emptiness.


    I couldn’t feel them.


    I couldn’t reach them.


    A lump formed in my throat as I touched the cor around my neck. The cursed thing numbed everything—my wolf, my strength, and even my pack bond with them.


    "No... no, no," I whispered, shaking my head desperately. "I have to find another way. I have to—"


    Then it hit me.


    The bracelet.


    The one they gave me before I left. It was supposed to be a connection, a small link in case something happened. Maybe... just maybe it could help.


    I scrambled to my feet and rushed to check my wrist.


    But my heart dropped.


    It wasn’t there.


    My wrist was empty.


    "No..." I breathed.


    That’s when the memory came rushing back.


    I had taken it off.


    That day I arrived here. The day I told myself I wanted nothing to do with them anymore.


    I left it on the bed.


    "I’m so stupid," I whispered, mming my fist against the wall. "Why did I take it off."


    Tears filled my eyes now, blurring my vision.


    I was trapped now.


    Alone.


    No wolf. No strength. No connection.


    Just fear... and a ticking clock counting down to my death.