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.

his way of proving something to her? Of stabbing her in

She had gone pale, her lips pressed tight together, her eyes refusing to meet his. But she couldn’t hide it. The flicker of hurt that flashed in her gaze was obvious enough. It

help me, it

fists at her sides. Her wolf stirred in her eyes for just a moment before she blinked it away. She looked

wrist—not hard, but strong enough to make me freeze—then he pulled me to himself, wrapping his arm

in a low, serious voice. His thumb pressed against my pulse like he wanted to remind me he was in control. "I want you as

loud, but they hit me harder than if

eye, I saw Selene. She

at her too, for just a second, like he wanted her to hear every word. Like he wanted the words

he let go of

his shirt, turned, and walked to the door.

closed with a heavy

The room went quiet.

had walked out of. My wolf was howling, furious with his touch, but another part of me... was so

bed, her posture stiff, her face blank, as if none of this touched her. But I knew she was only

eyes narrowed. "Is there something you want to

her eyes flat and guarded. "No," she muttered. "Just...

folding my arms. Her answer only fanned the fire inside me. But before speaking again, I let my senses stretch, searching the room, the walls, the hall beyond. I wanted to

Good.

care what’s going on between you and him. I don’t care if he’s fucking you, or if you’re his

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