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.

and chuckled softly. He brushed his thumb across my cheek,

said, his tone shifting into something more formal,

her head politely, but I kept my eyes sharp, my arms folded.

remember our great-grandmother Hailee had three sons by three

carefully,

between me and Selene, "one of those sons was my grandfather. The second was yours.

unsure where

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

I still felt the tight coil of jealousy in

how hard I tried for it not to. "She’s related to you? Just like I’m related to

Olivia. My great-grandfather Nathan and her great-grandfather Dane were cousins. So we’re

blood, family was family. It should have

could still love the triplets despite how tangled our bloodlines were...

myself to keep my face calm, even as unease

you," I said tightly,

could see it—she didn’t like me, just the same way I didn’t

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

travel much. But the triplets and I usually talk on

casual, but each one pricked at me like thorns. The triplets and I... they visit. My jaw

a familiar aura swept