Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 375: Annoyance

Olivia’s POV

I didn’t miss the way Frederick stiffened on his side of the bed. His chest rose with a slow, deliberate inhale. He didn’t turn. He didn’t speak. But I felt the shift in the air, sharp and heavy.

"You’re testing me," he said at last, his voice calm but carrying that low edge that made my wolf bristle.

I lifted my chin, glaring at his back. "Or maybe I just don’t take orders from you."

Silence stretched between us, so thick I could hear the ticking of the old clock on the wall. For a moment, I thought he might leap up, snap at me, and try to put me in my place again.

But instead of snapping, he reached out and flicked the switch. Darkness swallowed the room.

My jaw tightened. Without hesitation, I leaned over and turned it back on. The faint glow returned.

A pause. Then click—dark again.

I clenched my teeth and pressed the switch once more, the light flickering back to life.

We went on like that—him turning it off, me turning it on. Back and forth. Back and forth. The air between us grew heavy, his patience clearly thinning, but I refused to give in.

The moment my fingers brushed the switch again, everything happened in a blur.

In an instant, Frederick was on me. His hand caught my wrist, and he pushed me down against the bed, his body hovering above mine. His pale face loomed close, his sea-blue eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.

"If you

wrist was firm, unyielding, pinning me in place. My wolf snarled inside me, thrashing to be let loose,

as he had moved, he released me. Frederick rolled away, pulling the covers over himself like I wasn’t even worth his attention anymore. But he

long hours passed. I lay stiff on the bed, staring at the ceiling, too alert to slip into real sleep. My wolf stayed

eyes drifted shut—but never deeply. My

shift of movement pulled me

He moved with a strange grace, his pale frame straight as he adjusted the cuffs of his shirt. Morning light bled faintly through the curtains,

noticed me watching but didn’t seem bothered. His voice

is served at

twisting into a mocking

for me to see the faintest smirk tug at his lips. But he didn’t answer. Instead, he buttoned the last button of his shirt, smoothed his collar, and

sat there for a moment, staring at the door he had closed behind him, before finally dragging myself off the

to erase the marks of exhaustion around my eyes. My wolf stirred, still uneasy, reminding me not to relax. I searched for clothes but found nothing new laid out for me. Of course. Typical Frederick. I frowned and slipped back into the same clothes I had worn yesterday, smoothing them down

food, not blood—drifted through the halls. It surprised me, enough

with long windows letting in the pale morning light.

me, and unlike him, her expression wasn’t cold. She smiled. A genuine, soft smile that instantly caught

said warmly, her tone calm

unsure how to respond. But her eyes

the chair across from her. "Don’t

light, almost teasing—but

the coldness of this house, and that alone made me