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.

wore a soft cream-colored gown that draped perfectly over her figure. Her long hair spilled over her shoulders like silk, and the

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

here," Frederick said in a tense tone as he stepped toward me. I scoffed, glancing at Selene once more. She stared back with that fake

Frederick, who looked tense despite how hard he was trying to stay composed. I folded my arms against my chest. "Am I interrupting

tried to look calm. "No," he said quickly, his voice too quick, too defensive.

my wolf scoffing in my chest. Not interrupting? My eyes flicked back to Selene. She still sat there so perfectly composed, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her

I’m standing, it looks like I walked in at

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

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

pressed into a thin line, and I could almost see the uneasiness

like it didn’t exist. "We’ll be late

was

and followed him out. Selene trailed behind, her soft

Inside, the air smelled

faint trace of wine on the seats, the smooth finish of the wood panel, the subtle gleam of

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

first to step out. He moved with his usual grace, the

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

the same for Selene, as he pulled a

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

said, his voice softer than