Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 336: Almost

Olivia’s POV

Frederick’s control snapped. His eyes darkened, feral, and before I could react, he yanked me toward the bed. The impact knocked the air from my lungs, my palms scraping the sheets as he pinned me. His body pressed hard against mine, heat and raw fury radiating from him.

He ripped off his briefs in one violent motion, his cock springing free, hard and huge. My stomach twisted at the sight, but I refused to flinch, refused to give him even a flicker of triumph. I tried to push him, to shove him back, but his strength pinned me completely.

I should have teleported, should have vanished in an instant, but rage consumed me. It was blinding, roaring inside like wildfire. My vision blurred with fury. And then it happened: fire erupted from my hand. A scorching wave of heat shot outward, licking the sheets, sizzling the air.

Frederick’s eyes widened in shock, his roar of anger colliding with surprise. I could feel his body stiffen, his grip faltering as the flames surged. Smoke curled around us, stinging my nose, but I didn’t stop. My wolf roared in unison with me, unleashed and victorious, demanding the dominance I refused to relinquish.

The bed shook as he stumbled backward, finally releasing me, his hands frantic, eyes locked on the fire now crackling along the edge of the sheets. I leapt away, rolling to my feet, heart hammering, breaths sharp and wild.

"You think you can fuck me?" I spat, my voice a razor cutting through the chaos. "I am not yours, Frederick. Not ever."

He growled, rage and disbelief battling inside him, and lunged again, but I was ready this time, every nerve alive with heat and fury. My hand rose, flames dancing along my fingertips, and I let the fire speak my warning.

"Try me," I hissed, venom and power coiling together, "and I’ll burn your cock."

Frederick’s fury didn’t fade. He stumbled backward, his eyes blazing, but his gaze locked on me like a predator refusing to let go. His voice was low, lethal, trembling with anger.

"You belong to me, Olivia," he growled, stepping closer, while I stretched out my flaming hand toward him. "You were vowed to me. You will be mine. I will marry you."

I laughed, sharp and bitter, shaking my head. "Over my dead body," I spat, every word burning with defiance.

His eyes darkened, and a slow, terrifying smile curled his lips. "Then I will marry your dead body," he whispered, each word a promise and a threat all at once.

Before I could react, he tore his briefs the rest of the way, yanking on his jeans over his nakedness, and with a searing glare, he stormed out. The door slammed behind him.

I sank to the bed, chest heaving, wolf growling softly in my chest. I stared at my flaming hand, and I inhaled deeply as the fire began to lessen. Suddenly the door to my room pushed open, and Mother stormed in.

she saw me in my torn dress, and then her eyes

happened?" she asked, her eyes full of

her a response; rather,

off the bed and

legs, the shirt soft against my skin—mundane, normal, I needed to feel like myself again, away from the chaos Frederick had tried to drag

Her brows furrowed, her hands twitching as

didn’t answer. Instead, I clenched my jaw, shoved the last of my hair behind my shoulder, and glared at her. The fire

voice sharper now, the worry

before she could frame them any other way. "Your favorite Lord

opened, then closed again, a sharp intake of breath betraying the shock she tried to hide. Her eyes narrowed, searching mine as

thinks he owns me, Mother. He thinks he can force me. But I—" I took a shaky breath, glaring at her with

a storm of fear and fury battling behind her eyes. She wanted to say something, anything, to make it all better, but the truth burned too sharply between us. I could see the gears turning in her mind, the questions and the horror, but I wasn’t

over my chest, still trembling slightly, still filled with rage. "If I was an ordinary girl, he could

"Lord Frederick is a dominant, possessive man. You know this. You provoked him, Olivia—what did you expect would happen when you pushed him so

her. "So now it’s my fault? I provoked him? Are you even listening to yourself? He tried to force himself on me, Mother! He had his hands on me, he—" My voice cracked with

"You don’t understand, Olivia. Men like Frederick... they don’t respond to defiance. You can’t keep humiliating him publicly and expect there to be no consequences. I am trying to keep

chained to a monster who only sees me as property?" My voice rose, sharp and

expression faltering as my words struck. She looked almost... wounded.

jabbed a finger toward the door, my jaw

she wanted to plead with me. "Olivia, please.

I will teleport away, and you will

that followed was

in uneven breaths. I could see the battle raging in

now, but

then without another word, she turned on

she left, I sagged onto the edge of the bed, my body trembling, my wolf

my chest like a weight I couldn’t lift. Even with the flames in my hand gone, the fire inside me refused to die down. Every inhale scratched