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.

her figure. Her long hair spilled over her shoulders like silk, and the faint glow from the fire

admit it, but she was beautiful. A beauty I couldn’t deny, no matter how much

tense tone as he stepped toward me. I scoffed, glancing at Selene once more. She stared back with

who looked tense despite how hard he was trying to stay composed. I folded my arms against

to look calm. "No," he

there so perfectly composed,

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

lashes, sighing softly. "You misunderstand, Olivia," she said,

narrowing on her. "Of course," I

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

brushing past the tension like it didn’t exist. "We’ll be late if we waste any

was

him out. Selene trailed behind,

waiting. Inside, the air

back seat, my eyes scanning every detail—the faint trace of wine on the seats, the smooth finish of the

My wolf growled low in my chest, restless. I kept my gaze fixed out the window, watching

to step out. He moved

it, my silver heels clicking against the pavement as

my surprise—I watched him do the same for Selene, as he pulled

filling our glasses with water. Frederick leaned back, his eyes sweeping over both of us before

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