Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 398: Something Else

Chapter 398: Something Else

Olivia POV

Frederick’s brows rose faintly. For a moment he didn’t answer — he just studied me with those cold, unreadable eyes of his. Then, slowly, he shook his head. "You misunderstand me, Olivia." His tone was calm, almost gentle. "I don’t like her. But I can’t deny... she’s different. Her scent, her blood — it’s unlike anything I’ve encountered in a long time."

I scoffed, folding my arms across my chest. "Different? That’s all it takes for you to lose your composure? You looked like you wanted to rip her apart right there in front of everyone."

His jaw tightened, his lips pressing into a thin line. "You are misunderstanding things, Olivia."

I forced a bitter laugh. "Misunderstanding? Is that what you call it? Because from where I stood, you looked like you couldn’t take your eyes off her. If you want her, then go be with her and let me return to my mates."

A big frown spread across his face. Then he leaned back, exhaling slowly. "Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Olivia. You’re too clever for it. You should know by now — I don’t replace one woman with another. I never have."

His words pricked at me, but I held my glare. Frederick glanced once more toward where Selene had gone, then back at me. His voice dropped lower, almost a whisper. "Her blood is just tempting. That’s all."

I scoffed and sat on the sofa, my angry glare fixed on him. Frederick chuckled, a light, amused smile appearing on his face as he shook his head. "I can’t believe a day like this will come when you, Olivia, will get jealous over me..." He smirked. "I like it."

Inwardly I scoffed. Fool. Joke on him for thinking this was actually real. "I’m not jealous," I shot back, though it sounded exactly like I was.

"Sure," he murmured, nodding like he knew better.

I rolled my eyes, my arms folded tight across my chest. "Where am I sleeping? I’m passing the night here. Who knows... if I leave you alone, you might sneak into her room."

second, then chuckled low, the sound vibrating in his chest. His lips tugged into that infuriating smirk. "Sneak into her room and what, Olivia?"

her." I spat the

was the funniest, most fascinating thing he’d seen in centuries. "You’re jealous," he

my arms tightening around myself.

He shrugged, still smirking. Then he stood, his tall frame looming as his gaze pinned me to

dropping.

stiffened, my jaw

added smoothly, brushing past me toward the hall, "you can keep an eye on me. Make sure I don’t

chuckled again, sounding pleased with himself. He liked this.

reached for the bond.

first

circling her like prey he wants to claim. He invited her into his home tonight. She’s pretending

ripple of satisfaction

his tone edged with grim approval. "Good. That’s the first

voice followed. "And you? Are you

hesitated, my throat tightening. "I’m fine." It was a lie, and I knew they felt it. "I’m keeping him distracted. He thinks I’m jealous. He believes

voice returned. "Be patient for us, Liv. We’re close now, closer than ever. Soon he’ll take the bait, and when he does — we

my eyes narrowing toward the

of aged wine and smoke filled the room. Frederick stood near the mantle, glass in hand, the firelight dancing against his sharp features. He swirled the