A Miracle

Olivia's POV

"Olivia."

The voice was so familiar.

I opened my eyes slowly, blinking away the blur. And there she was – sitting right beside me in the backseat of the moving car.

Her.

The older woman who looked exactly like me. The one I saw on the rooftop. The one from my dream…

She was here again. But somehow… I already knew this wasn’t real.

“This is a dream… isn’t it?” I whispered, barely able to speak the words.

She gave a small nod, her eyes calm. “Yes.”

I swallowed hard, my heart racing even though I wasn’t awake. “Why do you keep showing up? Who are you?”

She didn’t answer right away. Her eyes turned to the window, watching the road pass in silence. Then she said quietly, “You escaped your first death, Olivia… and that alone is a miracle.”

My breath caught in my throat. First death?

She looked at me again. “But don’t think you’re free. The life you’re living now… this path you’re on… is your punishment.”

“Punishment?” I echoed, confused.

“Your life has already been plotted before you were born,” she said, her voice almost like the wind. “For the secrets that surround your bloodline. You may not have asked for any of it, but the price still follows you.”

I frowned. “I don’t understand.”

“You will,” she replied softly. “But you need to grow up, Olivia. You can’t keep seeing the world as black and white. Nothing is ever that simple. Look deeper. Look past what you’ve been told. And you’ll find your answers.”

I stared at her, wanting to ask more – but she was already fading, her voice echoing like it was being carried away by the wind.

“Keep your eyes open, Olivia. The truth is closer than you think.”

And then…

She was gone. Just like that.

And I woke up with a small gasp, still in the back seat of the moving car… Alpha Damien beside me, eyes forward, like nothing had happened.

I swallowed hard and slowly leaned my head back against the seat.

What was happening? What was all this? Why did she keep coming to me? Why did she look just like me? And what did she mean about my life being “plotted before I was born”?

Nothing made sense anymore.

Suddenly, the car slowed… then stopped. I lifted my head and looked out the window, blinking in surprise.

We were on a private airstrip. And parked right in front of us was a sleek, silver private jet – its lights glowing softly in the darkness.

Alpha Damien opened the door and stepped out first. I followed him slowly, the cool air brushing against my skin as I stepped onto the tarmac. His men were already around, silently checking everything. One of them nodded to Damien, signaling all was clear.

Without saying a word, Alpha Damien led me toward the stairs. I paused at the bottom, taking one last look at the world behind me – one I was about to leave behind.

Then I climbed up.

Inside, the jet was quiet and luxurious: cream leather seats, warm lighting, and the low hum of soft air-conditioning filled the space. I sat near the window and glanced at the small digital clock near the ceiling.

2:04 AM.

Alpha Damien sat across from me, giving quick instructions to someone over a headset. And just like that… the engines roared to life.

The plane began to move.

I closed my eyes, feeling it lift off the ground. Tears stung my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall.

"My witch lives in my pack. We’ll stop there first… she’s already completed the ritual. All that’s left is for you to arrive so she can perform the final part,” Alpha Damien said casually.

I didn’t respond, I didn’t even open my eyes. I just closed them tightly, hoping that when I opened them, I’d realize all this was just a long nightmare.

For a moment… I let myself imagine another life.

A life where I didn’t have to get a new face… Where no one wanted my head cut off. A life where no forged letters were sent to the triplets.

A life where they didn’t hurt me like they did.

I pictured myself back home. In the triplets’ arms. Louis hugging me tightly, whispering jokes in my ear just to make me laugh. Levi brushing my hair behind my ear and kissing my forehead like I was the most precious thing in the world. Lennox holding my hand firmly, protectively, like nothing could ever hurt me again.

I saw us sitting under the moonlight, our laughter echoing through the trees as we talked about silly things – about the future, about pups, about growing old together.

I imagined us dancing in the rain.

No enemies. No witches. No pain.

Just us. Happy. Together.

And for a few minutes… it felt real. So real, I could almost feel Lennox’s heartbeat against mine. Almost hear Levi calling my name. Almost see Louis’ goofy grin. My lips curved into the smallest smile as sleep pulled me deeper into that beautiful lie.

But then –

“Wake up.”

The voice was calm, low… firm.

I blinked groggily, the dream still clinging to me. Alpha Damien stood over me, already up and alert.

“We’ve arrived,” he said.

I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and looked out the small window.

The plane had landed. The door was open, stairs already lowered, and outside… I could see cars already waiting for us.

Pushing myself up, I left the comfort of the seat and followed Damien out of the jet. I stepped down from the jet, the cool midnight breeze brushing against my skin. The sky was still dark; it should be around 4 AM.

Alpha Damien didn’t say a word – he just walked ahead, and I followed. The car waiting for us was already running. We got in quickly, and the drive began almost in silence. Trees lined both sides of the narrow path, tall and quiet, like they were watching us pass.

We didn’t drive for long. After about ten minutes, the car slowed and turned into a small clearing.

That was when I saw it.

A small, lonely building sat at the edge of the woods. It wasn’t much – just a little stone house, barely one floor high, with vines creeping up the sides. A single lantern burned outside the door, casting an orange glow against the misty air.

“That’s it,” Alpha Damien said, nodding toward the house. “She’s inside.”

My heart started pounding again, and I didn’t know why. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was the finality of it. Once I walked into that house, everything would change.

My name. My face.

Damien stepped out first and signaled his men to stay back. He turned to me, calm but unreadable.

“You’re sure about this?”

No.

I wasn’t sure about anything. But I still nodded.

Because it was either this… or death. And right now, living with a new face felt safer than dying with my real one.

I stepped out of the car slowly and walked beside him as we approached the witch’s small building. Each step I took made my chest feel tighter.

When we reached the door, Damien didn’t knock. He just opened it.

And inside… a woman was already waiting.