Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 393

Chapter 393: Hate Each Other

Chapter 393: Hate Each Other

Olivia’s POV

Her breath hitched, and her knees buckled against the floor.

She landed hard, her palms slapping against the tiles to steady herself. Anger flickered in her eyes, but she dared not raise her chin.

"Say it," Lennox ordered, his voice raging. "Apologize to her. Now."

Selene’s jaw worked, grinding back against her own pride. For a heartbeat, I thought she’d refuse, consequences be damned. But then her gaze flicked up—straight to me—and I saw the pure hatred burning there.

Good, she should hate me because I hate her too.

"I’m sorry," she muttered, her words tight, laced with hate.

"Louder," Lennox snapped. His wolf was right there, riding the edge, vibrating in his chest.

Selene flinched, her lips parting. "I said, I’m sorry."

The words echoed across the kitchen, small and hollow, but still an apology.

to me, his hand brushing mine, steadying my trembling fingers. "This should never happen again," he said coldly to Selene. "She’s our mate. You’ll show

wolf flared, his eyes sharp, his presence crowding the space as he leaned forward slightly. "If not for our plan, I would have thrown you out of here, but we’re giving you one chance. One. If you

thin line as she clenched her

just a little. Seeing her on her knees, hearing those words—even forced—soothed something inside me that had been clawing

deep down, I knew this wasn’t over. Not by a long

me. And

that hatred was going

her another second. My wolf still snarled under my skin, restless and angry, but all I wanted

brushing mine, pulling me away from the kitchen. I didn’t argue. I let them guide me back through the halls, away from her sharp eyes and venomous tongue, back to the safety of our

thud, and for the first time since I’d walked into the kitchen, I let

can stand her," I whispered, my voice raw. My throat tightened as the words left me. "Every time I see her, every

my hair. "I know it’s hard. But it’s only for a while. Just until Frederick

hand cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing gently across my skin. "We hate this too," he admitted, his voice low and heavy. "But she’s a piece of

settled on my shoulder, grounding me. His gaze was firm but soft. "We’ll handle her. You don’t have to worry, Olivia. All you need to do is hold on—to us. We’ll get through this

soaking in their warmth. Their voices, their touch,

jealousy

while, I told myself. Just

"I have to bathe and go

Their faces hardened immediately.

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