Olivia’s POV
When I arrived at Frederick’s home, I was met by his sister instead. She stood in the doorway, calm and friendly, and told me Frederick had gone back to his estate with his son.
"Frederick isn’t a bad man, Olivia," she said softly, her eyes searching mine. "People paint him as a monster, but he just wants to be loved."
I couldn’t help the scoff that escaped me. "Loved by force? Is that what you call love—clinging to someone who barely wants you? Can’t he let another woman love him instead?"
Her lips curved faintly, though her eyes held something like pity. "You don’t understand him. Frederick grew up with everything except affection. Power, respect, fear—he had those in abundance. But love? Genuine, unconditional love? He’s never truly had it."
I folded my arms, my wolf bristling. "That’s his fault. He doesn’t know how to treat people right. He pushes, manipulates, forces. That’s not how you win love."
She shook her head slowly. "Maybe. But deep down, he’s still searching for it. Even when he lashes out, even when he hurts people—it all comes from that hunger. He’s desperate for someone to stay, to choose him freely. You can hate him all you want, Olivia, but that’s the truth. My brother is lonely."
Her words sank in, but I forced my face into a mask, unwilling to let her see any crack in me.
Because no matter what she said, Frederick’s loneliness didn’t excuse his sins.
And it certainly didn’t change the fact that I would be the one to end him.
Her words were already biting at me, but she didn’t stop there. Her eyes softened, a strange sadness flickering across her face.
"You know what hurt him the most?" she asked quietly. "Hailee."
My stomach tightened at the name.
"She disappeared," Frederick’s sister went on. "One day she was there, the next... gone. He searched for her, Olivia. He searched everywhere. He tore apart borders, called in favors, threatened packs—anything to find her. And when he finally did..." She paused, her jaw clenching. "When he finally found her, she chose them instead. Those three men—the fathers of her sons."
I stiffened, my wolf pricking up sharply.
"He did everything for her," she whispered, her gaze locking onto mine. "Protected her. Spoiled her. Gave her every chance to love him back. But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. And when she turned away from him... it broke something inside my brother. Something that never healed."
For a moment, I couldn’t speak. My thoughts spiraled.
So Hailee knew. She knew Frederick loved her.
And still... she chose them.
I swallowed hard, forcing my voice steady even as a storm built inside me. "Love doesn’t excuse cruelty. He hurt people. He hurt me. He hurt so many. You can’t dress that up as heartbreak."
But even as the words left my lips, a sliver of unease crept into me. Because now I knew the truth—her rejection was the wound Frederick never recovered from.


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