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."

tone, the phrasing—it wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order, wrapped in tenderness. My wolf stirred,

tilting my head at him. "You sound like you’re treating me as

then leaned closer until his breath brushed against my ear. "You’re not my sub, Olivia." His voice was

cheeks flamed, my lips parting as I blinked at him. Heat coiled low in my stomach, my heart skipping a beat at the weight

to cover the fluster in my chest with a playful roll of my eyes, but my voice betrayed me

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

blush deepened, but I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze head-on. "Yes. Show

blink, Louis scooped me up into his arms as though I weighed nothing.

me that calm, infuriating half-smile, his voice low. "Not

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

door on the left. He slowed for a second, then tilted his head toward it. "That’s my bedroom," he said evenly. "But my tools aren’t

My pulse quickened.

down the hall until we reached the next door. Setting me gently back on my feet, he pulled a small keypad cover aside and typed

The door opened.

stepped inside, and my

room wasn’t like the others—it was darker, more detailed. The walls were painted a deep shade of charcoal, the

wooden cross, its surface gleaming faintly in the light. Beside it, a locked cabinet, tall and sleek, hinted at more hidden inside. On the opposite wall hung neatly