Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 374: Sharing a room

Olivia’s POV

Aggressively, he let go of and turned his back on . My throat still burned from his grip, but I stood frozen, staring at him. His shoulders rose and fell sharply, his breath ragged, heavy—like I had torn sothing open inside him. His back was turned, but I didn’t need to see his face to know my words had struck deep. He wasn’t smirking anymore. He wasn’t taunting . He was... hurting.

My wolf shifted uneasily inside . "He loves her."

The truth hit like a bucket of cold water. The way his chest moved up and down, the way his hands opened and closed—it wasn’t just anger. It was sadness. A sadness so deep it had cut into him for years, and now it leaked out through the cracks in the mask he always wore.

Hailee.

Just her na, spoken aloud, was enough to unravel him. And in that mont, I realized sothing. This man—this monster—was in love with her. Not a passing desire, not a fleeting hunger. He loved her. Obvious, painful, desperate love.

And suddenly... I was eager to know more.

What had really happened between them? Had he ever told her how he felt? Or had he stayed silent, letting her slip away into another man’s arms? Did she reject him, choosing her husband instead? Was that why he carried this shadow in his heart, this bitterness?

The questions suffocated ; they made restless and insistent.

I found myself wanting to know their story because it was clear. Hailee was more than just a mory to him. She was his wound, his obsession... his weakness.

And maybe, just maybe, if I could uncover the truth of what happened between them, I could find the key to defeating him.

"Olivia." His voice was sharp, pulling back. He was still not facing . "For your own good, never say her na again."

Then he walked away, leaving standing there with a thousand questions burning inside .

I drew in a shaky breath and opened the mind link. "Lennox? Levi? Louis?"

Their voices rushed in imdiately, quick, urgent, and tangled with worry.

"Olivia, what’s going on? Are you okay?" Lennox’s voice was rough.

"You’ve been too quiet. What is going on?" Levi asked quickly.

Louis was calr, but I still felt his worry. "Talk to us, Liv. Tell us what’s happening."

"I’m fine," I lied, forcing my voice steady. "Don’t worry. But... there’s sothing you need to know."

I paused, then whispered, "Frederick... he was in love with your great-grandmother, Hailee."

Silence hit the link. Heavy. Thick. I felt their shock slam into all at once—Lennox’s rage, Levi’s disbelief, Louis’s unease.

"What?" Lennox exclaid in shock.

I nodded, though they couldn’t see , sinking onto the bed as I rubbed my sore neck. "He was and still is... his actions make it obvious," I whispered.

"Bastard," Levi spat.

I inhaled slowly. "There’s more. He has a three-year-old son with a human. The mother is dead. I haven’t t the child yet."

Louis’s response was sharp. "So he wants you to step into her place? To play mother?"

"Exactly."

"In his fucking dreams," Levi growled.

"Olivia. If you can teleport to us right now, do it. I need to see you with my own eyes. I need to be sure you’re okay." Lennox pleaded, still sounding worried.

My throat tightened. The pain from Frederick’s grip was still there, a reminder of how close I had co to danger. Part of wanted nothing more than to run to them, to let them hold , to let the three of them shield from all of this. But I couldn’t. Not yet.

"No," I whispered, firm but soft. "I can’t. Not tonight."

I felt Levi’s frustration through the link. "Olivia—"

"Tomorrow," I interrupted, steadying my voice. "Tomorrow, I’ll co. I promise."

Louis’s calm voice broke through, though I felt the tightness in his chest. "You’d better keep that promise, Liv. Because if you don’t, we’re coming for you—whether you like it or not."

A small, tired smile tugged at my lips, even as my eyes stung. "I know. That’s why I love you three."

"And we love you," they chorused in unison.

I drew in a long breath. "I have to go. I’ll reach out if anything happens."

"Please do," Lennox urged.

After ending the mind link, I took off my sandals and glanced around the room. I walked to the window and pulled the curtain just a little. Night had already fallen. The moonlight made the garden outside glow, but the shadows felt long and cold. Sowhere inside this mansion, maybe even close by, was the vessel that housed his soul. The one thing keeping his power strong.

My heart raced as I shut the curtain quickly. I need to find it. But where do I start?

Still deep in thought, my body went stiff when the door creaked open. My head turned sharply, and there was Frederick—walking back into the room.

This ti, he didn’t spare a glance, as if I wasn’t even there. He moved straight to the wardrobe, pulled out dark silk pajamas, and disappeared into the bathroom.

I heard the water run, the sound of him moving inside, and I sat frozen on the edge of the bed, my frown deepening.

Minutes later, he returned—dressed simply, his hair damp, his pale skin almost glowing under the dim light. Without a word, he crossed the room, slid into his side of the massive bed, and lay back against the pillows.

The silence in the room was suffocating. He didn’t look at , didn’t even acknowledge , as if I were just another piece of furniture in his space.

His voice finally ca, flat, calm, without warmth.

"Turn off the lights. All of them. I can’t sleep with them on," he ordered.

My frown deepened as I glared at his back. Did he really think I would jump to his orders? Joke’s on him.

It looks like we’ll be sleeping in separate rooms then," I snapped. "Because I sleep with the lights on."

It was a lie, but I delivered it with enough effort to make it sound real.

Frederick shifted slightly, his head turning just enough for to see the corner of his pale face in the dim glow. His eyes glinted red for a brief mont, then softened back to that calm, collected expression that infuriated more than his smirk ever could.

"Lies don’t suit you, Olivia," he said evenly, his voice low, almost amused. Then, without waiting for my reply, he reached out, flicked the small switch on his side of the bed, and the last dim light blinked out. Darkness swallowed the room whole.

I clenched my jaw, the silence pressing down thick and heavy between us. My wolf stirred uneasily inside , growling at the audacity of this man—this monster—lying beside like we were husband and wife.

Fine, Frederick. Let’s play this ga.

I reached for the switch on my side of the bed and flicked the light back on.