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.

stomach twisted. Was this his way of proving something to her? Of stabbing her in the chest with

it. The flicker of hurt that flashed in her gaze was obvious enough. It hit me then.

goodness help me, it was

in her eyes for just a moment before she

of me. 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 waist. My wolf snarled at the impact

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

they hit me

my eye,

a second, like he wanted her to hear every word. Like he

let

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

closed with a heavy

The room went quiet.

of. My wolf was howling, furious

her face blank, as if none of this touched her. But

narrowed. "Is there something you

flat and guarded. "No," she muttered.

inside me. But before speaking again, I let my senses stretch, searching the room, the walls, the hall beyond. I wanted to be sure Frederick wasn’t eavesdropping. My ears strained, my wolf perked, but there

Good.

fucking you,

repeated. Then she shook her head. "I already tried, Olivia. I offered him the chance