Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 396: Her Blood

Chapter 396: Her Blood

Olivia’s POV

The wine glass tilted in her hand, the crimson liquid splashing across the floor as she gasped. The sharp edge of the broken glass cut across her palm.

Blood.

It hit the air instantly.

Rich. Sweet. Potent.

My wolf stiffened at the scent, but it was Frederick who reacted most violently. His head snapped toward her, his nostrils flaring. His grip on my waist slackened as his pupils dilated, dark and hungry.

Selene clutched her hand dramatically, the crimson dripping between her fingers. "Oh—excuse me," she murmured softly, her voice carrying just enough tremor to draw attention.

Several nobles gasped. A servant moved forward with a cloth—

But Frederick was already moving.

"Wait," he commanded sharply, his voice slicing through the chatter. In two long strides, he reached her side, his hand catching her wrist before the servant could touch her.

His eyes locked on the wound, his lips parting as he inhaled deeply and greedily.

"Are you okay?" Frederick’s voice cut through the crowd, sharper than I’d expected. His hand tightened around Selene’s wrist, tilting it gently so the light caught the crimson flow.

But I wasn’t fooled.

It wasn’t concern driving him—it was hunger. His pupils were blown wide, his chest rising and falling too fast. He wanted to taste it. Every nerve in his body screamed for it, even as he fought to control himself.

Selene lowered her gaze, shoulders tensing as though she could feel the weight of his restraint.

"I... I’m fine," she said quietly, pulling slightly, but his grip didn’t ease.

and sink his teeth into her right there

But he didn’t.

has to consent to

expression smoothing into his cold formality. "Lord Frederick," he introduced himself, bowing his head just slightly. "And

Her voice wavered as she answered,

faintly. "That doesn’t answer my

back quickly, clutching her hand tighter against her chest. "Please... excuse me. I can’t... I can’t be near you." Her voice cracked with just enough fear to sound real, but I knew she was pretending. I hate to say it, but she was pretty

into

knowing glances,

was tight, his hands curling slowly into fists. But it was his

Pain. Hunger. Want.

just notice her. He felt

vanish into the crowd, I knew the hook had sunk deeper than either

I think Frederick wants to taste her," I whispered to the

Lennox answered. "All she has to do is make sure she poisons her blood and he feeds

that cannot happen today... Selene is acting scared

won’t suspect a thing. He’ll think her blood tempts him, but she’s too scared to

way. If she gave in too fast, he’d question it. The chase will make him hungrier.

the hunger is unbearable, that’s when she’ll let him take the bait. Not

my chest

thoughts. He was walking back toward me, his eyes still dark with that lingering hunger from Selene’s

before he could reach me, I spun on my heel and strode toward the

him think I was upset.

blinked as I ordered sharply, "Something strong." My voice was tight, my hands curling into fists

Frederick’s gaze settle, heavy and probing. Exactly

That way he won’t suspect Selene is in a

presence pressed against me as he came to stand beside me

didn’t look at him. Instead, I let the words drip from my lips, sharp and full of anger. "You look like you want to

I turned, meeting his gaze directly. "If you want her, Frederick, then go. Go chase

his nostrils flaring.