Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 373: Compare

Olivia’s POV

"Excuse me." The words slipped from my lips sharper than I intended, slicing through the heavy air in the room. My wolf growled inside me, restless, clawing at the edges of my control.

Frederick arched a brow, clearly unbothered by my outburst. "Is something unclear?"

My hands curled into fists at my sides. Unclear? Everything about this was unclear. My mind spun, trying to grasp what he had just said. A son? Three years old? And he expected me—me—to step into that role?

I lifted my chin, forcing myself to stay calm. "You think I’ll just... accept that? That you have a child, and somehow I’m supposed to become his mother?"

The smirk never left his lips, but there was something darker behind his eyes now. "Not ’somehow,’ Olivia. It is what will happen. Felix is mine. Soon, you will be mine. That makes him yours. It’s simple."

My chest tightened, anger blazing hot in me. Simple? He spoke as if my life, my choices, were just lines on a page he could rewrite.

I turned slightly toward the pale woman on the bed—his mother—who was watching me with that strange, warm smile. She looked at me like I was already part of them, already tied to this cursed family.

My jaw clenched. I wished I could spit in his face and tell him over my dead body. But I had to keep up with my act.

Don’t get me wrong—I don’t hate children. Never. My wolf softened at the very thought of them, innocent and pure. But this wasn’t about a child. This was about him. About Frederick trying to twist me into something I wasn’t, into someone he could claim and control.

"I accepted to be with you, not to become a mother... I’m just eighteen. I’m not ready to be a mother now or in a few years to come." I frowned. But actually, it was a lie. I loved children. After this nightmare, I wanted pups—wanted them with the triplets.

Frederick shrugged. "Hailee had triplets at your age and became a wonderful mother. If she could do it with three pups, you can do even better with one."

it was as if he loved her... like it was she he always wanted but was

wolf snarled, and I could feel her pressing against me, demanding

through the room. "And

mouth to speak, but his

his head snapping toward the pale woman on the bed. His smirk

started, his tone unusually

trembling hand, silencing him. Her eyes, weak but still sharp, shifted to me.

her words slow but firm. "Do

clenched. His hands curled into fists at

pounding. My wolf stirred inside me,

she said softly, "just try to understand him..." She coughed weakly, and Frederick immediately stepped closer, brushing a hand across her arm with a tenderness that didn’t fit the monster

startled. The way he touched her—it was careful, reverent, even loving. For the first time, I saw him as something other than the

muttered, rubbing at my temples. My body felt heavier than it should. Back home, it had only been

faintly from her bed, her tired eyes following me as

his hand brushing across his mother’s arm once more before straightening. Without a word, he gestured for

at the end of the hall. He pushed it open and stepped aside, waiting for me

I walked in—and froze.

smoke clung to the air. But what caught my attention wasn’t the size or the luxury.

"This...

calm, but it carried a weight that made my stomach twist. "We are sharing a