Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 402: Joke

Olivia’s POV

His eyes flicked between us instantly—me standing rigid with my arms folded and Selene clutching her reddened cheek, tears pooling on her lashes. "She slapped me," Selene whispered hoarsely, her voice shaking as if she’d been holding back sobs. "Your fiancée told me to leave, and when I hesitated... she hit me."

Frederick’s gaze snapped to me, sharp and unreadable. For a moment, silence hung in the air, broken only by Selene’s shallow, trembling breaths. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t deny it. I decided to play along.

"Yes," I said evenly, my chin lifting. "I told her to leave. And I slapped her."

The tension thickened; Frederick’s eyes narrowed as though he couldn’t quite believe my bluntness. Selene’s lip trembled as she looked at him, playing her part perfectly. And there I stood, my wolf pacing inside me, daring him to decide whose side he was really on.

Frederick frowned. "And why would you ask her to leave? Selene is my guest here." Frederick groaned, trying his best to keep his anger in control, but I could already notice it—the way his body was vibrating because I’d slapped Selene. I decided to play my part well and raised my brow at him. "Tell me, Lord Frederick, do you want to fuck her?" I spat.

His frown deepened, but he didn’t deny it. His silence was answer enough. His gaze flickered, just once, toward Selene before snapping back to me. That single hesitation lit sparks of suspicion in my chest.

I stepped closer, my voice raised with anger. "It’s simple. Either she leaves... or I do. Choose."

The room went quiet. Selene’s eyes widened as though she hadn’t expected me to make such a decision, and Frederick’s aura darkened instantly—but he didn’t say a word. Rather, he grabbed Selene by the wrist and made her walk with him.

Where I stood, I furrowed my brow as I watched them leave, wondering, was he sending her away? But it didn’t look like it, so I followed them.

talking. "I have to leave," she whispered, her eyes

final. "No." His gaze burned into her; his tone left no room for argument. "You’re unique, Selene. Do you have any idea what your blood

before returning them to him. "But I don’t want to cause trouble," she murmured, sounding so innocent that if I hadn’t known her true nature, I might have been fooled. "Your

at once. "She’s

The words hit me.

fiancée? He was right, but still—what was this? Did Frederick...

I stood there, trying to solve the

her blood—nothing else. It had to be. But

I teleported straight

sprawled before them. Lennox was the first to lift his head, his

Selene. It’s more than just her blood. He’s protecting her, looking at her... like

good," he said, sounding relieved. "If he starts to care for her, then

falls for her, if she falls for him too—what then? What if she forgets

hates Frederick. She isn’t just

furrowed. "Revenge?

story. So don’t worry—she won’t fall in love with him. She hates him more than we do." Levi tried to reassure me with his words, but it did

shook my head. "I don’t trust this,"

as if he were holding back a smirk. "Or..." he