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."

over the table. I clenched my fists under the table, my wolf restless. Why was she talking like this? Was she planning another

but she pushed her chair back and

mother. "Mom, don't stay too long." Then, without sparing any of us

brothers were just as tense, watching

I wasn't so sure. Something about Olivia's words didn't sit right with

mother murmured as she stood as well, her face pale. She

I sat, I was damn uncomfortable and restless. Why did Olivia talk about Anita being our Luna really soon? Was she trying to do something again? Trying to commit another

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

you okay?" Anita asked, reaching out to

abruptly. Without another word, I stormed out of the dining room,

entered, the staff froze, their gazes dropping instantly to

voice sharp as I barked, "Which of you is responsible for Olivia's

followed before two maids hesitantly stepped forward, their hands trembling. They were young,

them stammered, her eyes fixed on

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 front of you, you will report directly

swallowed hard, nodding frantically.

drinks—if she so much as touches a poisoned glass of water—I will kill you

their fear evident, but I didn't care. I meant every damn 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 hell no, I

wouldn't let

sight and do

away, leaving me

caught my eye. I turned to find Lennox and Levi standing there, watching me in silence. I didn't

I was unsettled. I was pacing around, I couldn't get it—why were

low growl rumbled in my chest,

my racing thoughts. And then, just like that, a memory surfaced, a memory of a time when things were different, when my relationship with Olivia wasn't broken, when this woman was a sweet, innocent little

Olivia played. She couldn't have been more than eight or nine, her

the butterfly. Every time she got close, the butterfly would flutter away, just out of reach, and she'd let out a frustrated huff

she suddenly called, her big, bright eyes turning to

"Why

crossing her little arms. "Because it's pretty, and I want to

things aren't meant to be caught, little one. Some things are meant

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

couldn't say no to