Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 392

Chapter 392: The Kitchen

Chapter 392: The Kitchen

Olivia’s POV

At some point, exhaustion won. Their warmth, their arms around me, the steady thrum of their heartbeats—it was too much comfort for my restless body to fight. My eyes grew heavy, and before I knew it, sleep claimed me.

When I woke, the bed was empty. The sheets beside me were still faintly warm, their scent clinging to the air, proof they hadn’t gone far. My wolf stretched lazily inside me, confirming what my nose already knew—they were in the mansion. Somewhere close.

My stomach grumbled, dry and demanding water, and I licked my lips, parched. I thought about calling one of the servants, but the thought felt suffocating. I needed air. A walk. Something to clear my head.

I slipped on my clothes, smoothed my hair back, and stepped out of the room.

The mansion’s halls were quiet, but every corner carried a memory. Some good. Some painful. Shadows of the past crept in with each step—moments of laughter, of betrayal, of pain. My chest tightened, but I pushed forward.

As I passed, the staff I met along the way bowed their heads low, murmuring respectful greetings. Their deference made my wolf stir with pride, but it also reminded me of the weight I carried on my shoulders.

Finally, I reached the kitchen. The smell of roasted herbs and warm bread clung to the air, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

But the moment my eyes landed inside, my steps faltered.

Selene was there.

She stood by the counter, speaking quietly to one of the cooks, her posture too casual, too at home for my liking.

Our eyes met across the room.

And just like that, my hunger was gone, replaced by the simmering heat of irritation.

Selene’s eyes slid over me slowly. Then she turned to the cook with a faint smirk.

"You can leave us."

air of authority that

counter, folding her arms,

finally decided to grace

the jug of water. My hand was

carried again,

your mates were once taken away from you by

jaw tightened, but I forced

She chuckled.

around then. I would have loved to meet you in that state—maybe you could have

snarled inside me, but I swallowed

Selene continued.

water after the triplets were done with her. Tell me, Olivia—how did that

cracked

That was it.

One breath, one heartbeat, and my hand was around her throat. I slammed her against the

eyes widened, but she smirked even through

tear her apart. I drew my arm back, ready to punch, to break that smug

"Olivia!"

crashed into me. The

their wolves on edge. They knew. They could feel the

pleaded,

arm, his wolf barely

the air, low

"Olivia. Now."

I stood frozen, my nails digging into her skin,

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