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

me in place. My wolf snarled inside me, thrashing to be let loose, but I forced her down, meeting his stare without

released me. Frederick rolled away, pulling the covers over himself like I wasn’t even worth his

staring at the ceiling, too alert to slip into real sleep. My wolf stayed restless, pacing

exhaustion won, and my eyes drifted shut—but never deeply. My body stayed half-awake, prepared

of movement pulled me back. My eyes

straight as he adjusted the cuffs of his shirt. Morning light bled faintly through the curtains, painting the room

but didn’t seem bothered. His

is served at eight. Don’t be

into a mocking smile.

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

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

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 as best as I could.

food, not blood—drifted through

room was wide, with long windows letting in the pale morning light. At the table, seated gracefully

up when she saw me, and unlike him, her expression wasn’t cold. She smiled. A genuine, soft

her tone calm and friendly. "I’ve

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

she added, motioning to the chair across from her. "Don’t worry. I don’t

little laugh was light, almost teasing—but not in

eyes didn’t match the coldness of this house, and that