Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 301: The Promise

Olivia’s POV

The mont I reached the final step, I caught sight of Calvin standing in the sitting room, arms crossed as he spoke quietly to soone seated casually on one of the leather couches.

Lord Frederick.

And damn, he looked... good.

He wasn’t dressed like the uptight man I rembered seeing days ago. Gone was the formal cloak and the stiff suits. Instead, he wore a fitted black t-shirt that hugged his toned chest and dark jeans that hung low on his hips. A leather wristband circled his wrist, and his silver hair was slightly tousled, like he hadn’t bothered to fix it—or maybe he just liked looking effortlessly hot.

He looked young. Relaxed. But there was still that unmistakable aura of power and quiet confidence that clung to him.

He turned as I approached, and when our eyes t, he stood up slowly, giving a once-over that wasn’t exactly subtle. His gaze lingered for a second too long on my tied shirt and jeans before lifting to et my eyes.

"Olivia," he said with a warm, low voice. "You look beautiful."

"You too," I said, the words slipping past my lips.

He chuckled. "Guilty. I figured if I’m going to show up uninvited, I might as well not look like a relic."

I glanced at Calvin, who didn’t look too thrilled about this whole situation.

"I didn’t even know you were coming," I said, folding my arms. "You could’ve given a heads-up."

"I like surprises," he replied smoothly. "Besides... you weren’t exactly reachable the last few days."

"What do you want, Frederick?" I asked, keeping my tone polite.

He didn’t answer imdiately. Instead, he motioned toward the sitting area. "Can we sit? It’s not the kind of conversation you have while standing."

That made my spine stiffen slightly, but I nodded and followed him to the couch. He waited until I sat first before taking the seat opposite . Calvin remained standing, arms crossed, watching us like a guard dog.

I leaned back into the couch, already having a bad feeling about this. Lord Frederick watched with unnerving calm, the kind of stillness only soone not quite human could master.

Then he spoke.

"Do you know how I knew your great-grandmother, Hailee?"

My brow furrowed slightly. "No. You tell ."

A faint, almost nostalgic smile played on his lips. "I saved her life once. A long ti ago... when she was young. Barely older than you are now."

That startled a bit. "You saved her?"

He nodded. "And when she asked what I wanted in return... I told her I would think about it."

I tilted my head, skeptical. "So?"

Frederick reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and slowly pulled out sothing long and old, carefully wrapped in dark silk. He placed it gently on the table between us, then unwrapped it.

A scroll.

A real one. The parchnt was aged, sealed with a blood-red wax emblem.

My stomach twisted again.

"What is this?" I asked, reaching out but not yet opening it.

He t my gaze steadily. "A promise."

My heart thudded harder.

"I knew Hailee was special, but she wasn’t the one I wanted. I asked her for soone instead. The next special one." He paused, his voice soft but clear. "She gave her word. That the one born with the next special ability... would be mine."

I blinked, confused. "Yours? What does that an?"

I stood slowly, unsettled by the weight of his gaze. "What exactly are you saying?"

Lord Frederick rose too, but he didn’t move closer. His expression didn’t change, though his voice dropped into a more serious tone.

"I’m saying... I’ve waited for years. I haven’t aged a day because I’ve held off my own end. My ti should’ve co and gone, but I refused it. I waited for you, Olivia."

My breath caught.

"What?"

"You were promised to . As my wife. That scroll in your hand... is your great-grandmother’s blood-sealed vow. Her word."

My stomach turned. Not from fear—but from rage. Like my life had been written without my consent.

I stared at him, my wolf already howling with threats.

"I don’t believe you," I said, even though a part of already did.

"Open it," he said softly. "See for yourself."

But I didn’t.

"You’re lying," I snapped, my voice sharp. "This is insane. You expect to believe that I was promised to you?"

Lord Frederick didn’t even flinch. "I’m not lying."

I clenched my jaw, the scroll still unopened in my hand. My entire body was heating with disbelief and growing rage.

"Even if what you’re saying is true—which I highly doubt," I spat, "I’m not accepting it. Never."

His expression stayed calm, though sothing darker dimd his eyes. "You have to."

My brows shot up. "Excuse ?"

"If you don’t," he said softly, "you’ll die."

I froze. "What?"

"I’m not threatening you, Olivia," he said imdiately, stepping back slightly as if to show he ant no harm. "I could never hurt you. That was the deal. Hailee made a pact sealed in blood. I am forbidden from ever causing you pain. But the magic in that scroll... it’s binding. If you reject the bond, the cost will fall on you."

My lips parted, but no words ca out. My breath hitched in my throat, and for a mont, everything felt too quiet.

"That’s enough," Calvin growled suddenly. He stepped between and Frederick, his posture tense, protective. "You’ve said enough. She’s overwheld—and you’re scaring her. Leave."

For the first ti, sothing flickered in Frederick’s expression. Regret. Maybe even sadness. But he nodded once, slowly, as though he’d expected this.

"I ant no harm," he murmured, giving one last glance. "We’ll speak again... when you’re ready."

And then he was gone—moving with supernatural speed out the door, vanishing before I could blink.

The room was silent again, but the pressure hadn’t lifted from my chest.

I turned to Calvin, barely breathing.

"What the hell is this?"

He looked at , and the apology in his eyes told everything I needed to know before he even spoke.

"It’s true," he said quietly. "All of it."