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?"

and falling unevenly. For a moment, he didn’t

trembling. "What did he say

anger carried it. I

you all wanted me to be with?" I spat. "The one you praised? The one you said was powerful,

paling even more. She looked like she wanted to deny it, to say it wasn’t true, but

were pushing me into the arms of a monster." My voice broke, but I didn’t stop. "And now that monster is counting down the days to my death, unless

voice, when it came, was low and rough. "I never wanted this for you," he said, his tone tight with

eyes. "But it happened. And now I’m the one

turned away from them, my anger intensifying. "Please, both of

I heard Mother’s voice break, soft

"Mother, we should

still watching me. My wolf paced inside me, restless,

and then the door

bed, thinking of what to do... I wasn’t taking Frederick’s threats lightly. By the look in his eyes, I knew he meant every bit of his threats,

hands down my face, sucking in

no one mentioned her since the last time I saw her? My chest tightened. Was

wolf urging me forward. I had to see her. The corridors of the packhouse stretched before me, cold and silent. My footsteps

saw me, but I didn’t pause. One glare was

iron, then dampness.