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.

his chest. "If you don’t stop this

grip on my wrist was firm, unyielding, pinning me in place. My wolf snarled inside me, thrashing to be let loose, but I forced her down, meeting

Frederick rolled away, pulling the covers over himself like

the ceiling, too alert to slip into real sleep. My

exhaustion won, and my eyes drifted shut—but never

the soft shift of movement pulled me back.

was already out of bed. He moved with a strange grace, his pale frame straight as he adjusted the cuffs of his shirt. Morning light

noticed me watching but didn’t seem bothered. His voice came cool, calm,

is served at

lips twisting into a mocking smile. "Breakfast? Blood-sucking monsters

just enough for me to see the faintest smirk tug at his lips. But he didn’t answer. Instead, he buttoned the last

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

My wolf stirred, still uneasy, reminding me not to relax. I searched for clothes but found nothing new laid out for me. Of

I finally made my way downstairs, the faint scent of food—real food, not blood—drifted

morning light. At

wasn’t cold.

her tone calm and friendly. "I’ve

guard still high, unsure how to respond.

motioning to the chair across from

laugh was light, almost teasing—but not in Frederick’s

didn’t match the coldness of this house, and