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."

fists under the table, my wolf restless. Why was she talking like this? Was she planning another attempt to take her

she pushed her chair back

before turning to her mother. "Mom, don't stay too

mixture of frustration and worry. My brothers were just as tense,

wasn't so sure. Something about Olivia's words

stood as well,

and restless. Why did Olivia talk about Anita being

mere thought of it. And suddenly, I was

you okay?" Anita asked, reaching out to touch

my hand away and stood abruptly. Without another word, I stormed out of the dining

entered, the staff froze,

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

hands trembling. They were

stammered, her

you will stay and watch her eat. You will

second maid swallowed hard, nodding frantically.

anything happens to her because of something she eats or drinks—if

rattled me more than I wanted to admit. That look in her eyes told me she was going to do something stupid, and

wouldn't let

sight and do your job properly,"

scurrying away, leaving me standing there, my chest

me in silence. I didn't say a word to them. Instead, I turned on my heel and stormed

I was unsettled. I was pacing around, I couldn't get it—why were her attitude and words at

my

deeply, trying to steady my racing thoughts. And then, just like that, a memory surfaced, a memory of a time when things were different,

where Olivia played. She couldn't have been more than eight or nine, her tiny feet kicking against the dirt

time she got close,

she suddenly called, her big, bright eyes turning to me. "Help

head. "Why do you

arms. "Because it's

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

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

say no to her back