Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 461: What’s Next

Olivia’s POV

Levi’s hand closed around my arm, firm and trembling. He pulled to face him, his eyes dark with worry and exhaustion.

"Olivia," he said quietly, his voice low but edged with frustration. "What did you do?"

His tone struck sothing inside , that sa mix of guilt and fury I’d been holding back.

I yanked my arm free, glaring at him through tears. "Why do you sound like that? Like you’re afraid of what I might do instead of hoping it works? Sotis I feel like you don’t even want him back!"

The words ca out before I could stop them, and I hated myself for it.

Levi froze. The look on his face shattered instantly—a flicker of disbelief, then pain. His jaw clenched, his voice breaking. "How can you say that?"

For a heartbeat, guilt stabbed through my chest. I hadn’t ant it, not like that. But the pain inside was too raw to take it back.

"I didn’t an—" I started, my voice softening, but it didn’t matter. The damage was already done.

Levi stepped back slightly, shaking his head. "Everything we did, every choice we made, Olivia, was to save you. And now you think we don’t want our brother back?"

Louis stepped closer, his tone gentler. "He’s right. You think we don’t miss him too? You think we sleep easy knowing what we did?"

I looked between them, my throat tight. "I’m sorry," I whispered.

A mont of awkward silence hung in the air before I added, "I have a plan."

Levi frowned, his brows furrowing. "What are you talking about?"

I hesitated, then exhaled shakily. "I t with the witch. The one who helped bring my mother back."

Louis’s eyes widened. "Olivia—"

"She’s helping ," I cut in quickly. "She told what to do. It’s risky, yes, but it will work. I’m going to bring him back."

Levi’s voice dropped, rough with disbelief. "You went back to her?"

"I had to," I said firmly. "She said there’s a way to wake him. It’ll take seven nights. My blood. My energy. That’s all I need."

He was quiet for a long mont, his chest rising and falling slowly. Then he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "If this witch really helped you before, then maybe this ti, it’s not a bad idea."

That caught off guard. I blinked at him. "You an that?"

He nodded slightly. "Yes. If it gives us a chance to get him back, I’ll take it."

For a brief mont, sothing softened between us, but it didn’t last.

Levi’s gaze t mine again, heavy with sothing else. "But, Olivia," his voice trembled, "can you ever forgive us? For what we did?"

I stared at him—at both of them—for what felt like forever.

Then I took a slow step back. "Pray," I said quietly, my voice shaking, "that when Lennox wakes up, the mate bond wakes with him. Because if it doesn’t..."

My eyes burned as I looked at them one last ti. "You won’t only have to answer to; you’ll have him too."

Neither of them spoke.

I turned toward the door, forcing my voice steady even though my heart felt like it was tearing apart. "Until then, I can’t forgive you."

And with that, I walked out, leaving.

The garden was quiet when I stepped outside. The soft scent of morning dew clung to the air, and the early breeze brushed against my face.

I drew in a shaky breath and sank onto the stone bench near the fountain. My chest still felt heavy, my eyes stinging from the argunt. I closed them, trying to calm my heart.

For a while, there was only silence until I felt a presence behind . Familiar. Unwanted.

I frowned before even turning. "Frederick," I muttered.

He walked around and sat beside , his usual calm expression unreadable. The faintest trace of a smirk touched his lips. "You knew it was ."

"I can feel you," I said flatly. "You have a way of ruining quiet monts."

He chuckled lowly, not denying it. For a mont, neither of us spoke. The sound of running water filled the stillness. Then I turned to him, folding my arms. "What now?"

His eyes lingered on the garden ahead, far too calm for soone like him. "Selene," he said suddenly. "I love her."

The words caught off guard. My brows lifted slightly. "You love her?"

He nodded once, his gaze still distant.

A strange feeling—relief—fluttered in my chest. "Then that ans..." I hesitated, my voice softening. "You’ll let go of ?"

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he tilted his head, the corners of his mouth twitching. "She thinks I killed her mother."

I turned sharply toward him. "Didn’t you?"

Frederick scoffed, finally looking at . "What do you take for? A monster?"

I stared at him, searching his eyes for the truth. "I don’t know what to take you for anymore."

He gave a dry laugh and shook his head. "No, Olivia. I didn’t kill her. Deborah was a good student. A bright one. She didn’t deserve what happened to her."

Sothing in his tone sounded real, like he was being sincere.

"Then what happened?" I asked softly. "If you didn’t kill her, why does Selene believe you did?"

He looked away, his jaw tightening. For a mont, it seed like he might answer, but he didn’t.

I leaned forward, narrowing my eyes. "You’re in love with her, aren’t you? Deeply. So why not be with her? Fight for her?"

Frederick’s expression hardened. He rose from the bench slowly, brushing imaginary dust from his sleeves. "Until I prove my innocence," he said quietly, "Selene won’t want to be with ."

He turned away and began walking toward the edge of the garden.

"Frederick," I called after him, but he didn’t stop. "We made a deal, you rember?"

He only paused long enough to say, without looking back, "Yes, Olivia, and I believe you should have gotten your answer now."

And then he disappeared into the trees, leaving alone again with more questions than answers.