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.

he growled, his voice low but ragged, vibrating in his chest. "If you don’t stop this little game, Olivia, I will tie you to

wolf snarled inside me, thrashing to be let loose, but I forced her down,

rolled away, pulling the covers

Four long hours passed. I lay stiff on the bed, staring at the ceiling, too alert

and my eyes drifted shut—but never deeply. My

movement pulled me back. My eyes opened instantly, narrow and

with a strange grace, his pale frame straight as he adjusted the cuffs of

noticed me watching but didn’t seem bothered.

at eight.

at him, my lips twisting into a mocking

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 walked

sat there for a moment, staring at the door he had closed behind

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 through the halls. It surprised me, enough

morning light. At

expression wasn’t cold. She smiled. A genuine, soft smile

must be hungry," she said warmly, her tone calm

blinked, my guard still high, unsure how to respond. But her eyes held no malice, no

motioning to the chair across

laugh was light, almost teasing—but

the coldness