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."

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

see it in her face as she looked at me: something wasn’t right. Something

words to speak, the door behind us slammed shut with a sharp crack. I spun around,

room went still. Even Felix froze, though his small chest still rose and fell in anger. Frederick’s gaze swept across the maid’s bloodied arm, his sister’s tense grip on the boy, and finally landed

the maids," he said slowly, each word sharp,

the sister, his anger intensifying. "And yet here

sister swallowed hard in panic. "We are trying our best, brother... He just can’t control it, Frederick. He’s still

child?" Frederick’s voice snapped like a whip, though he didn’t raise it. He stepped further into the

was with hunger. His glowing eyes burned into his father’s, his lips still stained red. The power radiating from him made my stomach twist

fixed on him. "How many times have I told you, Felix? We do not

from hunger this time, but from the weight of his father’s rage. His eyes flicked downward, though his

in the fridge. I allow you to drink once a week, and you know this. Once.

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

Normal food is disgusting. I hate

pressing heavy against the walls. He stepped closer, towering over the

you will learn to

his eyes blazing. "No!" he shouted, his

the power radiating off him unnatural for his age. My wolf bristled, unease crawling