Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 365: The Plan

Olivia’s POV

It was past midnight, and I still couldn’t force myself to sleep. I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, but my mind wasn’t quiet. I turned to my side and pulled my blanket tighter, but it didn’t help. My chest felt heavy, my thoughts restless. Where was I supposed to start? I knew nothing about Lord Frederick—nothing about his past, his friends, or even his weaknesses. He had lived for three hundred years. That meant his vessel could be anywhere. But where?

Frustration bubbled up inside me. I sat up, rubbing my hands against my face. "But how?" I whispered into the silence. "How do I even begin?"

My mind raced as I thought of him. A man like that—no, a monster like that—wouldn’t entrust his vessel to just anyone. It would be somewhere close. Somewhere personal.

The thought made my chest tighten. That meant I would have to get closer to him. I would have to study him, watch him, maybe even act to be with him. The very idea made my skin crawl.

I pushed to my feet, pacing the room. "No matter what," I muttered, "I’ll find it."

I stopped pacing, my breaths heavy. This wasn’t something I could keep to myself. The triplets had to know. Whatever danger I was walking into, they deserved the truth.

Closing my eyes, I let my power surge. In the blink of an eye, I teleported.

When I opened them again, I was standing inside Lennox’s room. He was at the edge of his bed, pulling the blanket back. His head snapped toward me, his eyes widening for a second before softening.

holding that mixture of

time. "Louis, Levi," I mind-linked.

minutes, they arrived—Louis with a concerned look and Levi with his eyes already sharp with

me, waiting to hear what

shaky breath, forcing myself to steady. "There’s something you need to know," I began,

Their expressions hardened instantly.

has a blood vow. If I don’t agree to be his within three days, he’ll hand it to a witch. The spell will bind me.

Lennox’s whole body went rigid,

pressed on. "That’s not all. To find a way to defeat him, I have to know where his vessel is. A vessel where his soul is kept. I need to find it and destroy it. And the only way to figure that out..." My chest tightened. I forced the words out anyway. "...is to get closer to him. To act like I’m willing to accept being

pounding

chest heaved, his fists balling so tight I thought his knuckles might break. "You are not going near him. Not for this. Not for

Levi cut in, his voice louder, rough with disbelief. His eyes blazed, his wolf pushing hard against the bond. "Do you even hear yourself? Pretend to be his? Act like you’re willing? Over my dead body." He

it. The rage gathering in his eyes, the deep protectiveness that came with his silence. "He wants you to bend to him," Louis said flatly, his jaw

does to me—just the thought of him touching you?" His voice cracked with fury. "I won’t allow it. I’ll

pacing and snapped his head up at me. His eyes were wild, his wolf clawing close to the surface. "You’re mine, Olivia. Ours. Not his. Don’t you dare even think of giving him

had to win Lennox over. Once