Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 406: Apology

Olivia’s POV

I went speechless... Of course I won’t mind... I hated the idea of and Frederick having dinner alone or being seen alone with him, but then the realization that Frederick suggested that Selene could co with us was sothing unexpected....

This was Frederick—the sa man who had cornered with his obsession, who had sworn fire and brimstone if I didn’t belong to him. The sa man who had snarled and threatened to tear down everything I loved if I dared to reject him.

And now?

Here I was, playing my part, pretending to want him, and he was the one suggesting she should co along. Suggesting Selene—Selene—could join us at dinner.

It felt wrong. Twisted. Like sohow, I had beco the third wheel in a ga I was supposed to control.

I forced a smile. "Of course I don’t mind," I said sweetly, though every word burned on my tongue. "Why would I?"

Selene’s lashes fluttered, and the faintest curve of triumph touched her lips. Frederick didn’t notice it, too busy pouring another glass of wine like this was all normal.

"I’ll go ho and get sothing to wear," I said flatly. Frederick only gave a small nod, swirling his drink before taking another slow sip.

That was it. No protest. No insistence. No promise to provide with anything.

Before I could fully process that, Selene’s soft little voice slipped into the air. "I... I don’t have anything proper to wear."

And without missing a beat, Frederick leaned forward, his eyes softening. "Don’t worry about that," he said smoothly. "I’ll get you a dress."

The words made raise a brow.

A dress. For her.

I waited—just waited—for him to say the sa thing to . To at least glance my way, acknowledge . But nothing ca. His gaze stayed on her, his attention only given to her.

I waited another second, but Frederick said nothing about getting a dress. It’s not like I wanted one... but he was supposed to at least say it... he was supposed to put first and not Selene... I’m the one he wants... the one he is obsessed with, so why is he ignoring all of a sudden and pouring all of his attention into Selene?

I didn’t like this for many reasons. One reason—he clearly likes Selene, which is pretty obvious, and I don’t care. But my fear is Selene. What if she falls in love with him too? Then what happens to our plan? Of course Selene wouldn’t want to kill a man she was in love with.

Unable to stay in the room any longer, I teleported back to my room in the Nightshade Pack.

I sucked in a deep breath and glanced around the room. It had been more than two days since I ca here.

I sat on the bed, staring at the walls of my old room in Nightshade pack, my thoughts heavy and restless.

My wolf stirred. "Maybe sothing good might co out of this."

I frowned. "Good? What good?"

She responded instantly. "If Frederick truly starts liking Selene... then maybe, just maybe, he’ll finally let go of you. Isn’t that what you wanted? To be free of him?"

The thought made my chest tighten. Free. That was the dream, wasn’t it?

But then, another fear pricked at . What if Selene fell for him too? What if she stopped caring about the plan, stopped caring about revenge, and tells him the truth? What if she betrayed us?

I dragged a hand over my face, groaning. "This is a ss," I muttered to myself.

My wolf pressed again, stubborn. "It could still be the key to your freedom. If his obsession shifts to her, he will let you go. Think about it, Olivia."

I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. My heart was torn between relief and fear, my mind tangled in questions I didn’t want to answer.

Was this a blessing in disguise... or the beginning of another disaster?

Suddenly the door to my room pushed open, and I frowned, glancing at it, because I already knew who it was.

"What do you want?" I spat, glaring at him as he walked in.

Calvin stayed at the doorway, his hand gripping the fra. For a mont, I thought he would turn and leave. Then, with a deep breath, he crossed the room and sat beside , his shoulders heavy.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low and raw. "Olivia... I—" He stopped, the words failing him for one terrified, human heartbeat. Then he exhaled like he’d been holding it forever. "I’m sorry."

It’s not the quick, brush-off apology I expected. It’s heavy. He says it like he ans it.

Apology? I never expected to get one from him.

I frowned. "You hurt ," I said. "You weren’t my brother when I needed one."

He looked down, sha flashing across his face. "I know. I thought—God, I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought being away from the triplets would keep you safe, keep you from being hurt again. I told myself I was protecting you. Now I see how wrong I was. I see how much I hurt you. I’m so sorry, Liv. I was an idiot."

My jaw tightened, and I didn’t know what to say.

He finally t my eyes, and there was nothing left to hide. "I know. I can’t take that back. I can only try to make it right now. If you’ll let . If you’ll have back as... as your brother."

There was a pull inside —anger, yes, but also sothing softer. The longing for brotherly love and support.

"Why should I believe you?" I asked, looking away.

He moved closer, earnestness hardening his features. "Because I love you—always have—and because I’ll do anything to prove it. I’ll respect your decisions. I’ll follow your rules. I’ll be patient. If being with the triplets makes you happy, I’ll agree to it. If you want in your life as a brother and nothing more, that’s all I’ll ever ask for. Just let try."

Let him try.

Letting him in feels risky. Trust feels like a fragile thing I don’t have enough of to throw around. But hearing him speak so sincerely made want to believe him.

I study him for a mont. Finally I breathe out. "You hurt , Calvin. But I really want to forgive you."

His shoulders slump with relief and remorse all at once. "I know. I’ll earn it. I’ll earn you back one day at a ti."

I picture the weeks we lost. It won’t knit overnight. Boundaries need to be set. Tests might be thrown. But the idea of not having him at all anymore after everything feels worse.

"All right," I say at last. "Let’s build our relationship."

His face brightens like dawn. "Thank you. I wasn’t your brother when you needed , Liv. But if you let , I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to be."

He ans it. I can feel it in the way his voice settles, in the way his eyes refuse to look away.

There’s one more thing, a thought that has been at the edge of my mind. "If I choose them—if I choose the triplets—will you... are you okay with that?"

Calvin’s answer was quick and simple. "You’re my sister. Your happiness cos first. If loving them makes you happy, I’ll support you. Always."