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?

her voice was spiteful through the link. "Yes. The triplets’ attention isn’t enough for you anymore, is it? You want Frederick’s attention too. You want him looking at you the way

show on my face. My anger increased, and I took a step closer, letting my anger ripple through

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

to respond, but Frederick’s words got

line, Olivia... you were not picking up," he

wouldn’t tell him that. Instead, I spat, "And why should I answer? Clearly

darted between me and Selene as if

like? Sitting here

quiet. I could feel her satisfaction buzzing through

forward in his chair, placing his glass aside. His eyes locked on mine. "You think I’d choose her over you?" His voice

my best act. "It’s not about choosing," I spat. "It’s about you forgetting about me the moment you met this lady. Why don’t you just let me go and be with

link again. "You

forced myself not to react. I knew she wasn’t

of anger or denial—he smirked. That smug, knowing curve of his

dropping into something dark and velvety, "it only proves you care. And I

Care? Joke on

sharply. "That’s not what this

don’t have 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