Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 376: His Son

Olivia’s POV

Frederick’s sister rushed ahead with the maid, her steps quick and frantic. For a moment I stood frozen, torn between staying out of whatever madness was happening and letting my curiosity drag me in. But my wolf pushed at me, hard. Go.

Before I could think twice, I followed them up the stairs. My heart pounded as I trailed them down the hall until they stopped abruptly at a tall door. Frederick’s sister didn’t hesitate. She shoved it open and stormed inside, her panic so obvious. I stepped in right after her, my eyes darting across the room.

And then I saw him. A little boy, no more than four, sat calmly on the bed. His small hands were clutching the arm of a maid... and his mouth—

My breath caught. Blood. He was drinking her blood. The maid was pale, her body trembling, but she was alive. Still conscious. Still breathing. But the boy—there was nothing ordinary about him. His eyes glowed faintly, his aura sharp and unsettling. I didn’t need anyone to tell me. Instinct screamed the truth.

Frederick’s son. The one I’d only just heard about.

The boy pulled back at once when Frederick’s sister rushed forward. Her voice was sharp, trembling with both fear and authority.

"Felix! Stop this at once!"

She grabbed him and yanked him away from the maid, her strength far greater than any human’s. The boy snarled—not like a scared child, but like a predator disturbed mid-hunt. His small face twisted, his eyes blazing as he glared at her with raw fury.

For a moment, the room froze. The maid slumped against the wall, weak but alive. Frederick’s sister turned to the other servants who had rushed in behind her. "Take her," she ordered quickly, her voice full of concern. "Get her cleaned up and bandaged."

the boy. He looked far too powerful, far too composed to be a child of three—or even four. His energy felt ancient, terrifying,

her face as she looked at me: something wasn’t right. Something about this

speak, the door behind us slammed shut with a sharp crack. I spun around, and there he was—Frederick. His tall frame filled the doorway, his

Frederick’s gaze swept across the maid’s bloodied arm, his sister’s tense grip on the boy, and finally landed on me. His jaw clenched, and when he spoke, his

said slowly, each word sharp,

snapped to the sister, his anger intensifying.

panic. "We are trying our best, brother... He just can’t control

didn’t raise it. He stepped further into the room,

flicked back to Felix. His small body trembled, but it wasn’t with fear—it was with hunger. His glowing eyes burned into his father’s, his lips still stained red. The power radiating from him made my stomach

many times have I

time, but from the weight of his father’s rage. His eyes

through the silence again, sharper than before. "There is blood in the fridge. I allow you to drink once a

his little knees. His voice came out low, stubborn, and full of venom that didn’t sound like it belonged to a

food is disgusting. I

pressing heavy against the walls. He stepped

will learn to eat

his eyes blazing. "No!" he shouted, his voice echoing like a growl. "I

stilled at his outburst, the power radiating off him unnatural for