Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 401

Chapter 401: Such Love

Olivia’s POV

I didn’t know what to say... how to react. This was not what I expected to see from him.

I expected the cold-hearted Lord Frederick. The monster who threatened me. The man who wanted me so desperately, not because of my abilities.

Not this man.

Not this broken figure before me, whose heart looked like it had been shattered into pieces a thousand times by my great-grandmother.

And to imagine that after all these years—decades, centuries—he still loved her... it was unreal. Impossible. What kind of love was this?

A woman who had lived her life, grown old, and died... yet he still loved her as though no years had passed at all. His heart, his soul, had never moved on.

I swallowed hard, my wolf pacing uneasily inside me.

It wasn’t just obsession. It wasn’t just hunger.

This was love. Twisted, tragic, endless love.

I swallowed hard, my chest tight. For a moment, I imagined myself in his place.

What if it were me? What if, centuries from now, I was the one left behind... still young, still alive, while Lennox, Levi, and Louis grew old and slipped away from me?

The thought alone nearly tore me apart. I pictured their smiles fading with time, their strong hands growing frail, their laughter silenced by age. My wolf whimpered at the image, clawing inside me as though to erase it.

If that happened to me, could I ever move on? Could I ever let them go?

Maybe not. Maybe I would be just like him.

My gaze softened as I looked at Frederick. Broken. Bound to a ghost. A man who never let go.

did. She had a family. A life. She chose, and she

even move. Just stared out into the night, his face carved in

heavy, suffocating silence hung between us, and I finally turned, ready to walk

my hand brushed

"...Thank you."

I didn’t turn back. I only closed

dim glow of the wall sconce. Sleep refused to come. Instead, my thoughts tangled around Lord Frederick

never seen a love like his. So raw. So endless. So...

Didn’t she realize how deeply he loved her? Was

me. What could have possibly made

realization

Sir Nathan.

The triplets’ great-grandfather.

and without giving

voice was soft, hesitant.

stirred immediately. "What is it,

in a shaky breath.

hesitation. "Yes.

hard in my chest. I closed my eyes, letting out

Of course.

she never chose Frederick. No wonder she walked away from

greater, no pull more unbreakable than that of

closed my eyes, whispering to myself in the quiet,

The truth was simple.

ignored his love. She

returned that

morning, I forced myself up, bathing quickly and slipping

was already seated there with a plate

My wolf bristled instantly.

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