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.

over her shoulders like silk, and the

A beauty I couldn’t deny, no

tense tone as he stepped toward me. I scoffed,

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

closer, every line of his body tense, though he tried to look calm. "No," he

She still sat there so perfectly composed, her hands

tilting my head slightly. "Because from where I’m standing, it looks like I walked in at

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

her. "Of course," I muttered,

I could almost see the uneasiness in him. Then, as if snapping out of the

it didn’t exist. "We’ll

was

nothing, just clutched my purse tighter, and followed him out. Selene trailed behind, her soft footsteps irritating me more than they

Mercedes was already waiting. Inside, the air smelled of

trace of wine on the seats, the smooth finish of the wood panel,

was silent, heavy with tension. My wolf growled low in my chest, restless. I kept my gaze fixed out the window, watching the trees and

moved with his usual grace, the air of authority clinging to him like a

me. I hesitated, then took it, my silver heels clicking against the pavement as I stepped

surprise—I watched him do the same for Selene, as he pulled a seat for her

waiter arrived, filling our glasses with water. Frederick leaned back,

you," he said, his voice softer than I had ever heard it.