Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 433: Suspicion

Olivia’s POV

"What!" I spat, my voice rising before I could stop myself. Shock coursed through me, making my chest tighten. But Frederick didn’t look at me. Not once. His piercing gaze stayed fixed on Selene as though his words were meant for her, not me.

"I’m no longer waiting, Olivia," he declared firmly, his tone harsh. "I want us married by next weekend."

It was like a punch to the gut.

I scoffed, folding my arms over my chest. "You must be joking."

But Frederick only shook his head, his jaw tight, his eyes still locked on Selene. The way he stared at her made my skin prickle, like I wasn’t even the one he was speaking to.

My frown deepened. Anger bubbled in my chest, ready to burst. I wanted to scream at him, to spit in his face and tell him this would never happen. But I forced myself to hold back, to control my emotions.

I straightened, my voice lowered, though the sharpness couldn’t be hidden. "I can’t marry you now, Lord Frederick. We don’t even know each other. We need time."

His answer came swiftly, leaving no room for argument.

"I don’t care," he snapped. His gaze finally flicked to me. "We will get to know each other in marriage."

But the more I looked at him, the more I realized... he wasn’t really saying it to me.

No. His eyes, his clenched jaw, the way his gaze slid back to Selene—it was all for her.

to her? Of stabbing her in

eyes refusing to meet his. But she couldn’t hide it. The flicker of hurt that flashed in her gaze was obvious enough. It hit

help me, it was

eyes for just a moment before she blinked

His hand grabbed my wrist—not hard, but strong enough to make me freeze—then he pulled me to himself, wrapping his arm around my

he said in a low, serious voice. His thumb pressed against my pulse like he wanted

loud, but they hit

the corner of my eye, I saw

like he wanted her to hear every word.

let

more, he fixed his shirt, turned, and walked to the door. "I’ll make

closed with

The room went quiet.

staring at the door Frederick had walked out of. My wolf was howling, furious with his touch, but another

sat calmly on the bed, her posture stiff, her face blank, as if none of this touched her. But I knew she was

something you

lifted her gaze briefly, her eyes flat and guarded. "No," she muttered.

my senses stretch, searching the room, the walls, the hall beyond. I wanted to be sure Frederick wasn’t eavesdropping. My ears

Good.

you and him. I don’t care if he’s fucking you, or if you’re his whore. What matters—" I leaned forward, my eyes locking on hers, "—is the plan. You

little smile, and she let out a humorless laugh. "The plan," she repeated. Then she shook her head. "I already tried,