Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 383: unease

Olivia’s POV

I stood quietly, watching them spar. Louis was so deeply drawn into it that he didn’t even sense my presence at first. The lady struck him with the head of her sword, and Louis laughed—full, hearty laugh, the kind of laugh he only ever shared with me. My frown deepened, and my wolf stirred restlessly inside me, growling with jealousy.

"Oh, Louis, it seems you’re losing your charm," the young woman teased.

Instead of getting annoyed, Louis only chuckled and shook his head. But then—almost as if he suddenly felt me—his head snapped to the side. His eyes found mine. At first, he looked shocked to see me there, like a child caught doing something wrong. But almost immediately, a bright smile spread across his face.

"Olivia... you’re here."

He dropped the sword carelessly onto the dirt and strolled toward me. Every step he took made the young woman’s gaze linger on him, and that only fueled the unease in my chest. My wolf pushed forward, demanding I claim him, demanding I remind everyone—remind her—who he belonged to.

Before Louis could say another word, I reached for him. My hands on his arms, and I pulled him down into a kiss—hard, claiming, shameless. His lips parted in surprise, but then he melted into me, his arms circling my waist as though he’d been waiting for this moment.

I didn’t kiss him softly. No. I kissed him with heat, with fire, with all the jealousy burning in my chest. I kissed him in a way that made it impossible for anyone watching to doubt that he was mine.

When I finally pulled back, breathless, her stunned look made my wolf purr in triumph.

Louis leaned closer, his breath warm against my lips, his eyes still dazed from the force of the kiss. A crooked grin tugged at his mouth.

"That was hot," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Can we continue... inside?"

I would have blushed, but my gaze stayed fixed on the young woman still holding her sword, still watching us. My wolf bristled again. I didn’t like her eyes on him.

softly. He brushed his thumb across

into

kept my eyes sharp, my arms folded. Louis

great-grandmother Hailee had three sons by three

said carefully, my

sons was my grandfather. The second

unsure

turned back to Selene. "She’s the great-granddaughter of Hailee, the one she had with Sir Dane—who, by the

I still

tilted my head, my voice sharp despite how hard I tried for it not to. "She’s related to

not exactly the same, Olivia. My

should have been at peace with that. Blood was blood, family was

the triplets despite how

skin, and I forced myself to keep my face

you," I said tightly, forcing a

but it didn’t reach her eyes. I could see it—she didn’t like me, just the same way I didn’t like

haven’t I seen you before?" I asked, unable

me travel much. But

one pricked at me like thorns. The

familiar aura swept into the