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.

gown that draped perfectly over her figure. Her long hair spilled over her shoulders like silk, and the faint glow from

I couldn’t deny, no matter how much

me. I scoffed, glancing at Selene once more. She stared back with that fake innocence that infuriated

my gaze back to Frederick, who looked tense despite how hard he was trying to

tried to look calm. "No," he said quickly, his voice too quick, too defensive. "You’re not

arched a brow, 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 big eyes wide with that false innocence she wore like a

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

lashes, sighing softly. "You misunderstand,

on her. "Of course,"

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

go," he said firmly, brushing past the tension like it didn’t exist. "We’ll be late if we waste

was his

followed him out. Selene trailed

already waiting. Inside, the air smelled of leather and Frederick’s heavy cologne, rich

seat, my eyes scanning every 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 quietly settled on

my chest, restless. I kept

restaurant, Frederick was the first to step out. He moved with his usual grace, the air of

surprise, extended his hand to me. I hesitated, then took it, my silver heels clicking against

do the same for Selene,

back, his eyes sweeping over both of

something about you," he said, his voice softer than