Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 406: Apology

Olivia’s POV

I went speechless... Of course I won’t mind... I hated the idea of me and Frederick having dinner alone or being seen alone with him, but then the realization that Frederick suggested that Selene could come with us was something unexpected....

This was Frederick—the same man who had cornered me with his obsession, who had sworn fire and brimstone if I didn’t belong to him. The same man who had snarled and threatened to tear down everything I loved if I dared to reject him.

And now?

Here I was, playing my part, pretending to want him, and he was the one suggesting she should come along. Suggesting Selene—Selene—could join us at dinner.

It felt wrong. Twisted. Like somehow, I had become the third wheel in a game I was supposed to control.

I forced a smile. "Of course I don’t mind," I said sweetly, though every word burned on my tongue. "Why would I?"

Selene’s lashes fluttered, and the faintest curve of triumph touched her lips. Frederick didn’t notice it, too busy pouring another glass of wine like this was all normal.

"I’ll go home and get something to wear," I said flatly. Frederick only gave a small nod, swirling his drink before taking another slow sip.

That was it. No protest. No insistence. No promise to provide me with anything.

Before I could fully process that, Selene’s soft little voice slipped into the air. "I... I don’t have anything proper to wear."

And without missing a beat, Frederick leaned forward, his eyes softening. "Don’t worry about that," he said smoothly. "I’ll get you a dress."

The words made me raise a brow.

A dress. For her.

waited—just waited—for him to say the same thing to me. To at least glance my way, acknowledge me. But nothing came. His gaze stayed on

one... but he was supposed to at least say it... he was supposed to put me first and not Selene... I’m the one he wants... the one he is obsessed with, so why is

I don’t care. But my fear is Selene. What if she falls in love

room any longer, I teleported back to my room in

room. It had been more than two days since I came

bed, staring at the walls of my old room in Nightshade pack, my thoughts heavy and

something good might come

frowned. "Good?

maybe, he’ll finally let go of you. Isn’t that what you wanted?

Free. That was the dream, wasn’t

fear pricked at me. What if Selene fell for him too? What if she stopped caring about the plan, stopped caring about revenge, and tells him the truth? What if she

a hand over my face, groaning. "This is a mess,"

again, stubborn. "It could still be the key to your freedom. If his

back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. My heart was torn between relief and fear, my mind tangled

blessing in disguise...

my room pushed open, and I frowned, glancing

glaring at him as

his hand gripping the frame. For a moment, I thought he would turn and leave. Then, with a deep breath, he crossed the room and

he finally spoke, his voice was low and raw. "Olivia... I—" He stopped, the words failing him for

expected. It’s

expected to

hurt me," I said. "You weren’t my brother when I needed

looked down, shame flashing across his face. "I know. I thought—God, I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought being away from the triplets would keep you safe, keep you from being hurt again. I told myself I was protecting you. Now I