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.

in the sitting room, I met Selene talking. "I have to leave," she whispered,

instantly, sharp and 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 means? How many vampires would crave it, hunt you for it? If you walk outside these walls unprotected, they will tear

she lifted her eyes, flicking toward me for just a second 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

"She’s not my

The words hit me.

this? Did Frederick... actually like

fixed on her while I stood there, trying to solve

didn’t love her. He couldn’t. This was about her blood—nothing else. It had to be. But still—the way his gaze lingered on her, the way Selene’s lashes fluttered as if she were

composure, I teleported straight out

sprawled before them. Lennox was the first to lift his head, his eyes narrowing. "Olivia," he said

Frederick—he’s starting to act like he likes Selene. It’s more than just her blood. He’s protecting her, looking at her... like

back in his chair, exchanging a glance with his brothers. "That’s good," he said, sounding relieved. "If he starts to care

I snapped, my wolf growling with me. "Don’t you see? If he actually falls for her, if she falls for him too—what then? What if she forgets the plan? What if she tells him

responded, "Don’t worry, Olivia... Selene hates Frederick. She

furrowed. "Revenge?

in love with him. She hates him more than we do." Levi tried to reassure me with his words,

head. "I don’t trust this," I

if he were holding back a smirk. "Or..." he drawled, "maybe you’re