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 was she talking like this? Was she planning another attempt to take her

started, but she pushed her chair back

I've lost my appetite," she said simply before turning to her mother. "Mom, don't stay too long." Then, without sparing any

My brothers were just as tense,

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

stood as well, her face

did Olivia talk about Anita being our Luna really soon? Was she trying

howled in distress at the mere thought of it.

okay?" Anita asked, reaching out to

another word, I stormed out of the dining room, heading

moment I entered, the staff froze, their

voice sharp as

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

stammered, her

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

second maid swallowed hard,

she eats or drinks—if she so much as touches a poisoned glass

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 that

let that happen

of my sight and do your job properly," I

leaving me standing there, my chest rising and

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

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

in my

my racing thoughts. And then, just like that, a memory surfaced, a memory of a time

hung high in the sky, casting golden light over the lush garden where Olivia played. She couldn't have

watching her from the porch, amused by her determination to catch the butterfly. Every time she got close, the butterfly would flutter away, just out of reach, and she'd let out a frustrated huff before

her big, bright eyes turning to

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

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

aren't meant

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

couldn't say no to

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