Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 338: His BDSM Room

Olivia’s POV

"Olivia," Louis’s voice cut through the rage inside me. His hands caught mine before I could pull away. "Please... calm down. Listen to me." My chest heaved, jealousy and fire still prickling under my skin, but the way he looked at me—steady, pleading—held me still. He guided me carefully toward the couch, his touch grounding, his steps slow as though afraid I’d bolt at any second. I sank onto the cushions, tense, my arms crossed, but I let him sit beside me.

"Everything I told you," he said, his voice low and tense, "was in the past. I swear it. You know me, Olivia—you know me better than anyone. I wasn’t myself then. None of us were. If my head had been clear, if my heart had been... awake, I would never have touched another woman. Never."

His words sank into me, and deep down I knew they were true. I did know him. I knew the man sitting before me wasn’t careless with his heart. My wolf, restless and protective, eased slightly at the raw honesty in his tone.

Louis leaned closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "You are everything. Do you understand? This apartment—every piece of it—it’s yours." His voice dropped, almost a whisper. "The couch, the furniture, the utensils... even my bed. I replaced everything a week ago. I needed a fresh start. Needed to clear it all. For you."

I blinked, my gaze shifting around the room as his words settled in. The glass table shone like new, not a scratch on its surface. The couch beneath me smelled faintly of leather polish, too fresh to be old. Even the kitchen counters gleamed in a way that spoke of recent replacement. My eyes darted upward, toward the staircase, toward the rooms beyond—and I knew he was telling the truth.

Louis’s hand slipped over mine, warm and firm. "Even my... tools," he admitted quietly, his cheeks coloring just slightly. "Have been replaced. This place, Olivia... it’s for us. For you."

My throat tightened, my breath hitching as I looked back at him. The jealousy still burned faintly in my chest, but it was slowly smothered by his words.

Louis’s hand stayed wrapped around mine, firm but tender, his thumb tracing slow circles over my skin as though pulling me back to him. There was something in the way he looked at me—steady, commanding—that made my pulse trip over itself.

Then he leaned in slightly, his voice dipping low, calm but edged with quiet authority. "You’ve had enough chaos today. Sit here. Let me take care of you."

wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order, wrapped in tenderness. My wolf stirred, not in defiance, but in... submission? The thought

him. "You sound like

slow smile curved his lips, one that sent heat rushing to my cheeks. He shook his head once, then leaned closer until his breath brushed against my ear. "You’re not my sub, Olivia." His voice was steady,

as I blinked at him. Heat coiled low in my

of my eyes, but my voice betrayed me with its softness. "Then maybe I should see what kind of tools you’ve

before it softened into something darker, something dominant. He leaned back, studying me with that calm, unshakable gaze, his thumb still stroking my knuckles. "Are you sure you want

my chin, meeting his gaze

scooped me up into his arms as though I weighed nothing. I let out a startled

infuriating half-smile, his voice low. "Not until

I stayed still, secretly savoring the steady thump of his heartbeat against my ear

the left. He slowed for a second, then tilted his head toward it. "That’s my bedroom," he said

My pulse quickened.

back on my feet, he pulled a small keypad cover aside and typed in a code, his fingers steady and fast. The faint

The door opened.

my breath caught in my

others—it was darker, more detailed. The walls were painted a deep shade of charcoal, the lighting soft and dim, creating a cocoon of privacy. Everything inside was precise, orderly,

Beside it, a locked cabinet, tall and sleek, hinted at more hidden inside. On the opposite wall hung neatly arranged racks: cuffs