Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 23: Worried

Chapter 23: Worried

Louis' POV

The moment Anita dropped the bombshell, I frowned. We never actually promised her it would be tomorrow. My brothers and I only told her we were considering it—we didn't want to rush into choosing her as a concubine. But it seemed Anita was eager to push things forward.

From where I sat, my gaze settled on Olivia, watching closely for her reaction to Anita's words. But she didn't look surprised or even hurt. If anything, her face remained perfectly composed as she continued chewing her meal.

I exchanged glances with my brothers, and they mirrored my confusion. We had expected Olivia to lash out, to demand answers, to question why we were doing this. But she didn't. Instead, she turned her attention to her mother, who seemed more shocked by the news than Olivia herself.

"Mother, eat. You must be hungry," Olivia urged, completely ignoring Anita's words.

Anita, clearly unsatisfied with Olivia's lack of reaction, pressed on.

"Starting tomorrow, I will officially be their woman," she added, her tone dripping with satisfaction as she tried to provoke Olivia further.

Still, Olivia ignored her and continued eating.

Anita, who hated being ignored, frowned and continued.

"And who knows? Maybe one day, I'll even become their Luna."

At her words, my wolf stirred in anger.

For the first time, Olivia lifted her gaze, finally acknowledging Anita's presence. She studied her for a moment before speaking, her voice calm yet chilling.

"Not one day, Anita. Very soon. Very soon, you will become their Luna because by the time I'm dead, their concubine can become their Luna. So, congratulations."

A tense silence filled the dining hall. Olivia's words, spoken so smoothly and with that eerie smile, sent a strange chill through me. It wasn't the reaction any of us had expected. She wasn't angry, she wasn't hurt—she was calm. Too calm.

I glanced at my brothers again, and they were just as unsettled as I was. Anita, on the other hand, had clearly expected Olivia to break down or lash out, but instead, she was met with a different reaction. That clearly didn't sit well with her.

"What do you mean by that?" Anita scoffed, though there was an edge of nervousness in her voice.

Olivia wiped her mouth with a napkin and leaned back in her chair, her expression calm. "Exactly what I said. Isn't that what you're hoping for? For me to step aside and disappear so you can take my place?"

Anita opened her mouth to respond, but Olivia wasn't finished. "Well, don't worry. Soon, you won't have to try so hard. You'll have what you want."

of unease settled over the table. I clenched my fists under the table, my wolf restless. Why

pushed her chair back and stood

mother. "Mom,

exhaled sharply, feeling a mixture of frustration and worry. My brothers were just as tense, watching

had won, but I wasn't so sure. Something about Olivia's words didn't

as she stood as

was damn uncomfortable and restless. Why did Olivia talk about Anita being our Luna

howled in distress at the mere thought of it. And suddenly, I was

you okay?" Anita asked, reaching out

yanked my hand away and stood abruptly. Without another word, I stormed out of the dining room, heading straight for the

I entered, the staff froze, their gazes dropping instantly

sharp as I barked, "Which of you is responsible for

hands trembling. They were young, probably in their early twenties, and clearly

stammered, her eyes fixed

dropping to a deadly calm. "From now on, when you serve Olivia, you will stay and watch her eat. You will not leave her food or drink unattended for even a second. If she refuses to eat in

swallowed hard,

or drinks—if she so much

word. Olivia's words at the table had rattled me more than I wanted to admit. That look in her eyes told me she was going to do something stupid, and

let that

of my sight and

leaving me standing there, my chest

eye. I turned to find Lennox and Levi standing there, watching me in silence. I didn't say a word to them. Instead, I turned on my heel and stormed up the stairs to

pacing around, I couldn't

growl rumbled in my chest,

my eyes, inhaling deeply, trying to steady my racing thoughts. And then, just like that, a memory surfaced, a memory of

in the sky, casting golden light over the lush garden where Olivia played. She couldn't have been more than eight or nine,

butterfly. Every time she got

big, bright eyes turning to me.

shaking my head. "Why do you want to catch it,

little arms. "Because it's pretty, and I

sighed, standing up and strolling over to her. "Some things aren't meant to be caught, little one. Some things are meant to be

at me, clearly not understanding. But then, her expression softened, and she nodded. "Okay…

say no to her