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."

table, my wolf restless. Why was she talking like this? Was

I started, but she pushed

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

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

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

me," Olivia's mother murmured as she stood as well, her face pale. She

and restless. Why did Olivia talk about Anita being our Luna really soon? Was she trying to

mere thought of it.

asked,

Without another word, I stormed out of

entered, the staff froze, their gazes dropping instantly to

swept my gaze over the group, my voice sharp as I barked, "Which of you is responsible for

hands trembling. They were young, probably in

of them stammered, her

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

second maid swallowed hard, nodding

eyes. "If anything happens to her because of something she eats or drinks—if she so much as touches a poisoned glass of water—I will

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 that

let that

out of my sight and do your job

quickly before scurrying away, leaving me standing

me in silence. I didn't say a word to them. Instead, I turned

couldn't get it—why were her

my chest, my

surfaced, a memory of a time when things were different, when my relationship

light over the lush garden where Olivia played. She

her determination to catch the butterfly. Every time she got close, the butterfly would flutter away, just out of reach,

big, bright eyes turning to

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

arms. "Because it's pretty, and I

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

frowned up at me, clearly not understanding. But then, her expression softened, and she nodded.

say no to