Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 407: Dinner

Olivia’s POV

I looked at myself one last time in the mirror. The sky-blue dress hugged me perfectly, the color matching my eyes. Silver heels shined on my feet. My black hair fell loose over my shoulders. I looked pretty... maybe even beautiful.

"You look beautiful," Lolita said with a smile.

I forced a small smile back, though inside I felt no joy. If this dinner had been with the triplets, my stomach would be alive with butterflies. I would be thrilled, maybe even nervously excited in a way that felt good.

But no. This dinner was with Frederick. The one man I wished would vanish from my life. Instead of butterflies, I carried nothing but irritation.

"I’m leaving," I told Lolita before grabbing the silver purse that matched my heels.

Clutching it tight, I teleported and landed in Frederick’s living room.

The sight before me made my brow crease.

Frederick stood close to Selene, his hand lifting gently as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. She smiled softly at him, shy yet pleased, as though she enjoyed the attention.

The moment his eyes found me, his hand froze. Shock washed over his face, like a child caught doing something wrong.

My gaze narrowed harder, taking him in. He wore a dark tailored suit, the kind that hugged his broad shoulders perfectly. His shirt was black, open at the top, giving him that dangerous, powerful look he loved to carry.

Then my eyes shifted to Selene.

hair spilled over her shoulders like silk, and the faint glow from the fire made her look even

I couldn’t deny, no matter how much

toward me. I scoffed, glancing at Selene once more. She stared back

moved my gaze back to Frederick, who looked tense despite how hard he was trying to stay composed. I folded my arms against my

jaw flexed. He stepped closer, every line of his body tense, though he tried to look calm. "No," he said quickly, his voice too quick, too defensive. "You’re

so perfectly composed, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her big eyes wide with that false innocence she wore like

slightly. "Because from where I’m standing, it

speak, Selene lowered her lashes, sighing softly. "You misunderstand, Olivia," she said, her voice

my eyes narrowing on her. "Of course," I muttered,

lips pressed into a thin line, and I could almost see the uneasiness in him. Then, as

go," he said firmly, brushing past the tension like it

That was

out. Selene trailed behind, her soft footsteps

waiting. Inside, the air smelled of leather and

detail—the faint trace of wine on the seats, the smooth finish of the wood panel, the subtle gleam of silver accents. Selene got in beside me while Frederick

ride was silent, heavy with tension. My wolf growled low in my chest, restless. I kept my gaze fixed out

step out. He moved with his usual grace, the air of authority clinging

turned and, to my surprise, extended his hand to me. I hesitated, then took it, my silver heels clicking against the pavement as

do the same for Selene, as he pulled

our glasses with water. Frederick leaned back,

his voice softer than I had ever heard it. "How old