Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 405: Unease

Olivia’s POV

I teleported back to Frederick’s mansion. The halls were quiet, but I could hear soft laughter coming from the sitting room. My wolf’s ears twitched and my brow furrowed. I walked quickly down the hall and peeked through the archway. There Selene was, sitting by the fire with a cup of tea, acting so calm and happy. Her hand was bandaged, and she looked almost... comfortable.

And across from her sat Frederick. His chair was leaned back, a glass of wine in his hand. His eyes were on her, so soft, like he was admiring her. Selene smiled softly. "You don’t need to worry about me, Lord Frederick. I’m already fine."

But Frederick’s lips curved into a smirk. "I’ll decide when you’re fine," he said, his voice low.

My stomach twisted; my brow furrowed. What was happening here? Why did it feel like this was not supposed to be happening? I knew the triplets thought it was good that Selene was getting closer to Frederick so he could trust her, but I, on the other hand, didn’t like this idea. There was this uneasiness deep inside me I couldn’t just overlook.

As if noticing my presence, they both turned and looked in my direction. The moment Frederick saw me, he straightened up and had a panicked look—like a man caught cheating. I frowned and began descending the stairs, my eyes fixed on Selene as I tried to establish a mind link with her, which worked because somehow we were related.

"And what exactly is this?" I demanded, my eyes narrowing at her.

Selene kept a calm expression, but her spiteful voice responded through the mind link. "What? I’m playing my part well."

My jaw clenched. "I don’t like it. I don’t trust this. Just make him feed from your poisoned blood like we planned. What is all this—this connection you’re building with him?"

Her lashes fluttered as her lips curved slightly—too slightly, like she was mocking me in secret. "Connection? Oh, Olivia... maybe it’s not about the plan at all. Maybe you’re just jealous."

My chest tightened, my wolf snarling at the accusation. "Jealous?" I snapped back. Why would she even think that?

for you anymore, is it? You want Frederick’s attention too. You want him looking at you the way he looks at me. You want the attention he gives me... goddess Olivia... three men aren’t enough for you—you want four!" She mocked, while outwardly she tilted her head

angered me, though I refused to let it show on my face. My anger increased, and I took a step closer,

flatter yourself," I hissed. "This isn’t about wanting him. This is

and tried to respond, but Frederick’s words got my

line, Olivia...

Nightshade Pack, while I had been with the triplets in Full Moon Pack. But I wouldn’t tell him that. Instead, I spat, "And why should I answer? Clearly you’ve been enjoying yourself in my absence." My tone dripped with jealousy, though it was all an act—an act meant to convince him Selene and I weren’t working

His gaze darted between me and Selene as if sensing the tension. "Olivia," he said slowly, his

like? Sitting here with her, wine in hand,

kept quiet. I could feel

bristled, snapping inside me. Frederick leaned forward in his chair, placing his glass aside. His eyes locked on mine. "You think I’d

choosing," I spat. "It’s about you forgetting about me the moment you met this

in her seat; her voice was sly through the mind link again. "You sound exactly like a jealous lover, Olivia. Keep

not to react.

his gaze never leaving mine. Instead of anger or denial—he smirked. That smug, knowing curve of his lips that always made

you’re jealous," he said, his tone dropping into something dark and velvety, "it only

frown deepened. Jealous? Care? Joke on him

head sharply. "That’s

to hide it. The anger in your eyes, the way you storm in here ready to tear Selene apart... it tells me everything." His smirk deepened. "You want

bit her lip to keep from laughing, her eyes glittering