Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 301: The Promise

Olivia’s POV

The moment I reached the final step, I caught sight of Calvin standing in the sitting room, arms crossed as he spoke quietly to someone seated casually on one of the leather couches.

Lord Frederick.

And damn, he looked... good.

He wasn’t dressed like the uptight man I remembered seeing days ago. Gone was the formal cloak and the stiff suits. Instead, he wore a fitted black t-shirt that hugged his toned chest and dark jeans that hung low on his hips. A leather wristband circled his wrist, and his silver hair was slightly tousled, like he hadn’t bothered to fix it—or maybe he just liked looking effortlessly hot.

He looked young. Relaxed. But there was still that unmistakable aura of power and quiet confidence that clung to him.

He turned as I approached, and when our eyes met, he stood up slowly, giving me a once-over that wasn’t exactly subtle. His gaze lingered for a second too long on my tied shirt and jeans before lifting to meet my eyes.

"Olivia," he said with a warm, low voice. "You look beautiful."

"You too," I said, the words slipping past my lips.

He chuckled. "Guilty. I figured if I’m going to show up uninvited, I might as well not look like a relic."

I glanced at Calvin, who didn’t look too thrilled about this whole situation.

"I didn’t even know you were coming," I said, folding my arms. "You could’ve given a heads-up."

"I like surprises," he replied smoothly. "Besides... you weren’t exactly reachable the last few days."

"What do you want, Frederick?" I asked, keeping my tone polite.

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he motioned toward the sitting area. "Can we sit? It’s not the kind of conversation you have while standing."

That made my spine stiffen slightly, but I nodded and followed him to the couch. He waited until I sat first before taking the seat opposite me. Calvin remained standing, arms crossed, watching us like a guard dog.

about this. Lord Frederick watched me with unnerving calm, the kind of

Then he spoke.

you know how I knew your great-grandmother,

furrowed slightly. "No. You

once. A long time ago... when she was young. Barely older than you are

me a

when she asked what I wanted in return... I told her

tilted my

his jacket and slowly pulled out something long and old, carefully wrapped in dark silk. He placed it gently on

A scroll.

real one. The parchment was aged,

My stomach twisted again.

asked, reaching out but

my gaze

My heart thudded harder.

one I wanted. I asked her for someone instead. The next special one." He paused, his

"Yours? What

stood slowly, unsettled by the weight of his gaze. "What exactly are

too, but he didn’t move closer. His expression didn’t change, though his voice dropped into a more

own end. My time should’ve come and

My breath caught.

"What?"

were promised to me. As my wife. That scroll in your hand...

Like my life had been

my wolf

I said, even

said softly. "See for

But I didn’t.

sharp. "This is insane. You expect me to believe that I was promised to