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.

vibrating in his chest. "If you don’t stop this

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

he had moved, he released me. Frederick rolled away, pulling the covers over himself

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

my eyes drifted shut—but never deeply.

later, the soft shift of movement pulled me back. My

bed. 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, painting the room in silver

me watching but didn’t seem

at eight. Don’t be

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

answer. Instead, he buttoned the last button of his shirt, smoothed his collar, and walked toward the door as if my words

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

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.

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

in the pale morning light. At the table, seated gracefully with

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

said warmly, her tone calm and friendly. "I’ve

to respond. But her eyes held no malice, no

she added, motioning to the chair

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

her eyes didn’t match the coldness