Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 405: Unease

Olivia’s POV

I teleported back to Frederick’s mansion. The halls were quiet, but I could hear soft laughter coming from the sitting room. My wolf’s ears twitched and my brow furrowed. I walked quickly down the hall and peeked through the archway. There Selene was, sitting by the fire with a cup of tea, acting so calm and happy. Her hand was bandaged, and she looked almost... comfortable.

And across from her sat Frederick. His chair was leaned back, a glass of wine in his hand. His eyes were on her, so soft, like he was admiring her. Selene smiled softly. "You don’t need to worry about , Lord Frederick. I’m already fine."

But Frederick’s lips curved into a smirk. "I’ll decide when you’re fine," he said, his voice low.

My stomach twisted; my brow furrowed. What was happening here? Why did it feel like this was not supposed to be happening? I knew the triplets thought it was good that Selene was getting closer to Frederick so he could trust her, but I, on the other hand, didn’t like this idea. There was this uneasiness deep inside I couldn’t just overlook.

As if noticing my presence, they both turned and looked in my direction. The mont Frederick saw , he straightened up and had a panicked look—like a man caught cheating. I frowned and began descending the stairs, my eyes fixed on Selene as I tried to establish a mind link with her, which worked because sohow we were related.

"And what exactly is this?" I demanded, my eyes narrowing at her.

Selene kept a calm expression, but her spiteful voice responded through the mind link. "What? I’m playing my part well."

My jaw clenched. "I don’t like it. I don’t trust this. Just make him feed from your poisoned blood like we planned. What is all this—this connection you’re building with him?"

Her lashes fluttered as her lips curved slightly—too slightly, like she was mocking in secret. "Connection? Oh, Olivia... maybe it’s not about the plan at all. Maybe you’re just jealous."

My chest tightened, my wolf snarling at the accusation. "Jealous?" I snapped back. Why would she even think that?

Selene’s expression remained calm even though her voice was spiteful through the link. "Yes. The triplets’ attention isn’t enough for you anymore, is it? You want Frederick’s attention too. You want him looking at you the way he looks at . You want the attention he gives ... goddess Olivia... three n aren’t enough for you—you want four!" She mocked, while outwardly she tilted her head and smoothed her hair like nothing was wrong.

Her words angered , though I refused to let it show on my face. My anger increased, and I took a step closer, letting my anger ripple through the bond between us.

"Don’t flatter yourself," I hissed. "This isn’t about wanting him. This is about not trusting you."

She scoffed and tried to respond, but Frederick’s words got my attention.

"I have been calling your mobile line, Olivia... you were not picking up," he said.

I frowned. My phone was still back in Nightshade Pack, while I had been with the triplets in Full Moon Pack. But I wouldn’t tell him that. Instead, I spat, "And why should I answer? Clearly you’ve been enjoying yourself in my absence." My tone dripped with jealousy, though it was all an act—an act ant to convince him Selene and I weren’t working together.

Frederick’s brows furrowed, his smirk fading into sothing unreadable. His gaze darted between and Selene as if sensing the tension. "Olivia," he said slowly, his voice deeper now, "what are you saying?"

I crossed my arms and lifted my chin. "Wasn’t that what it looked like? Sitting here with her, wine in hand, staring like she was the only thing that mattered?"

Selene’s lips twitched, amusent glimring in her eyes though she kept quiet. I could feel her satisfaction buzzing through the bond like static.

My wolf bristled, snapping inside . Frederick leaned forward in his chair, placing his glass aside. His eyes locked on mine. "You think I’d choose her over you?" His voice was low and vibrated with annoyance.

I took a step closer, putting on my best act. "It’s not about choosing," I spat. "It’s about you forgetting about the mont you t this lady. Why don’t you just let go and be with her!" I snarled.

Selene shifted in her seat; her voice was sly through the mind link again. "You sound exactly like a jealous lover, Olivia. Keep going—he might just believe it."

My hands clenched at my sides, but I forced myself not to react. I knew she wasn’t praising but rather mocking .

He rose slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. Instead of anger or denial—he smirked. That smug, knowing curve of his lips that always made my wolf bristle.

"If you’re jealous," he said, his tone dropping into sothing dark and velvety, "it only proves you care. And I like that."

My frown deepened. Jealous? Care? Joke on him to believe my act.

I shook my head sharply. "That’s not what this is..."

But he stepped closer, cutting off. "You don’t have to hide it. The anger in your eyes, the way you storm in here ready to tear Selene apart... it tells everything." His smirk deepened. "You want all to yourself."

Behind him, Selene bit her lip to keep from laughing, her eyes glittering like she’d won sothing.

I scoffed inwardly. This was just an act, and yet here he was—believing it.

Frederick stepped closer. "Enough of this. Tonight, I’m taking you out to dinner," he said smoothly, as if it were already decided.

Before I could respond, Selene’s voice cut in, her tone laced with faux innocence. "Then I should leave tonight."

Both Frederick and I turned to her. She lowered her lashes, her fingers curling around her cup like a timid child. "It’s scary for to stay here alone while you’re away. There are vampires everywhere. What if they co for ?"

Frederick straightened, his tone imdiate and firm. "No. You’ll stay here. You’re safer in my mansion than anywhere else."

Her lips trembled as though she were truly frightened. "But your staff... what if they turn on ? What if they attack ? I can’t—I can’t stay here by myself."

I rolled my eyes inwardly. She was playing him so perfectly it almost made gag.

"My staff would never," Frederick replied sharply, his jaw tense. "They value their lives too much to betray ."

Still, Selene shook her head, her eyes wide, her voice quivering. "I’m scared..."

And then—just as I thought I’d heard enough—Frederick’s words stunned .

"Then co with us," he said firmly. He turned to as if the decision needed my blessing. "Olivia won’t mind."

My entire body stiffened. My suspicion had just been confird.