Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 389

Chapter 389: Information

Olivia’s POV 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"Let’s hear it," I said sharply, moving before I could even think about it. I planted myself in front of the triplets, my body a wall, blocking Selene’s line of sight. My wolf bristled inside me, daring her to try and step closer. Oh, gods... I probably looked insanely possessive, but I didn’t care.

Selene’s lips curved into the faintest scoff, like she wanted to mock me, but she must’ve caught the warning flash in my eyes because—for once—she was smart enough not to make any silly remarks. Instead, she straightened her back, trying to look composed, but when she tried to peer over me toward the triplets, I shifted right back into her path, my glare fixed on her.

"What?" I arched a brow, my tone dripping with challenge. "Can’t you tell me what you have to say? Whatever you think you can tell them, you can also tell me." Her eyes flicked to mine, and I didn’t flinch. I wanted her to know I meant every word.

"The triplets are my mates," I continued, my voice authoritative, heavy with warning. "We are one." I made sure to stress the last word—one—just in case she was harboring even the faintest little fantasy of worming her way into their lives. Deep down, I knew she was. My instincts never lied.

Selene’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she said nothing. She just stood there, waiting. For a moment, the silence between us burned hotter than fire. Then she finally spoke.

"Frederick is attending a birthday party tomorrow," she announced. "The celebrant happens to be... someone I know. Which means I have a way in. I can get close, and if the opportunity shows itself, I can set the plan in motion."

I narrowed my eyes at her, my arms crossing tighter. "Very well then," I said, my tone sharp, leaving no room for argument. "I’ll be at the party too. With Frederick. That way I can watch you myself, make sure you don’t make any mistakes."

Her composure cracked. She frowned, her voice rising with sudden frustration. "You don’t need to babysit me, Olivia! I’m smart enough to handle this. I know what I’m doing."

I arched a brow, tilting my head slightly. "Smart? Maybe. But you’re not flawless. And when it comes to Frederick, one mistake is all it takes. I won’t risk it."

Selene’s jaw tightened, and for a moment I saw her wolf bristle in her eyes. But she didn’t argue further—she just scoffed under her breath and turned her face away, clearly biting back whatever insult she wanted to throw.

Lennox’s jaw tightened as he finally spoke, his voice low but edged with frustration. "I hate it," he admitted, his eyes locked on me, burning with possessiveness. "I hate the thought of people seeing you with Frederick. Of him even standing beside you."

My chest ached at the raw honesty in his tone. I reached for him without hesitation, my hand curling around the back of his neck as I pulled him down to me. Our lips met, and I kissed him deeply, pouring all my defiance and love into it.

"It’s only for a while," I whispered against his mouth before kissing him again, harder this time. My wolf hummed with satisfaction as I made sure the kiss lingered, hot and passionate, knowing full well that Selene was watching.

Lennox’s gaze landed on me, his lips curling into that half-smirk that always made my stomach tighten. "So," he drawled, his voice low, "we were in the middle of something, huh?"

My breath caught as his fingers went to the buttons of his shirt. One by one, he began undoing them with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving mine. The sound of fabric sliding against skin filled the silence, and heat rushed up my neck. My wolf stirred restlessly, caught between pride and the undeniable pull of him.

"Lennox..." I whispered, warning laced in my tone, but my voice betrayed me—it was already trembling.

Louis chuckled softly behind me, his arms still looped around my waist. "He’s got a point, Liv. You did say we were busy."

Levi smirked too, his hand brushing over mine. "And we hate leaving things unfinished."

My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst. Gods, I had no defense against them when they closed in like this. Lennox shrugged his shirt off, his chest bare, his wolf burning in his eyes. He tilted his head, daring me. "So tell me, mate... do we pick up where we left off?"