Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 363: The Man They Wanted

Olivia’s POV

"Get your hands off me," I snapped, yanking his grip away from my neck and stumbling back a step. I glared into his eyes... "I will never belong to you, Frederick... never," I spat.

He smirked, slow and dark, a devilish twist of his lips that made my stomach knot. "We shall see."

I wanted nothing more than to scorch him where he stood, to burn him into nothing with the fire that pulsed inside me. But I knew it would be useless against him. So instead, I vanished. Teleporting away, I landed back in my room—only to find I wasn’t alone. This time, it wasn’t just Mother waiting for me. Calvin was there too.

The moment I appeared, their faces told me everything—fear, worry, silent questions. I ignored them both and grabbed the bottle of water from my side table.

The water was cool against my throat as I gulped it down, but it didn’t wash away the burning in my chest. My hands still trembled from the anger I had barely contained. When I set the bottle down, I finally looked at them—Mother and Calvin. Both of them were staring at me as though I’d walked out of a warzone.

Mother’s face was pale, her hands twisting in her lap. Calvin, though... his jaw was tight, his fists clenched at his sides. Concern was etched into both their faces, but his eyes—sharp, stormy—never left mine.

"Olivia," Mother whispered, her voice shaking. "You went to him, didn’t you?"

I didn’t answer. I just crossed my arms, leaning back against the table. My silence was answer enough.

Calvin stepped forward, his voice low, tense. "Why the hell would you face Frederick alone?" His gaze searched me, fierce but laced with worry. "Do you have any idea what he could’ve done to you?"

My lips curled into a bitter smile. "He already promised what he’ll do, Calvin. Three days. If I don’t bend, he’ll kill me. You wanted me to sit here and wait for that?"

he didn’t

trembling. "What did he say

did he say to me?" My voice cracked, but anger carried it. I turned my eyes on

"The one you praised? The one you said was powerful, safe, worthy? Look at him now. That same man

like she wanted to deny it,

my sides. "Do you see now? Do you understand what you were asking of me? You weren’t giving me a choice. You were pushing me into the arms of a monster." My voice broke, but I didn’t stop. "And now that monster is counting down

eyes darkening as if my words were cutting straight through him. His fists tightened, but his voice, when it came, was low and

sting in my eyes. "But it happened. And now I’m the one paying for

intensifying. "Please, both of

I heard Mother’s voice

her off. "Mother, we should let her

But I knew they were still there, still watching me. My wolf paced inside me, restless, snarling that they

I heard footsteps, and then the door

on the bed, thinking of what to do... I wasn’t taking Frederick’s threats

in

hadn’t I heard anything about her? Why had no one mentioned her since the

had to see her. The corridors of the packhouse stretched before me, cold and silent. My footsteps echoed as I made my way to the lower levels, down the winding stone

guards at the entrance stiffened when they saw me, but I didn’t pause. One glare

that hit me first was iron,