Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 398

Chapter 398: Something Else

Olivia POV

Frederick’s brows rose faintly. For a moment he didn’t answer — he just studied me with those cold, unreadable eyes of his. Then, slowly, he shook his head. "You misunderstand me, Olivia." His tone was calm, almost gentle. "I don’t like her. But I can’t deny... she’s different. Her scent, her blood — it’s unlike anything I’ve encountered in a long time."

I scoffed, folding my arms across my chest. "Different? That’s all it takes for you to lose your composure? You looked like you wanted to rip her apart right there in front of everyone."

His jaw tightened, his lips pressing into a thin line. "You are misunderstanding things, Olivia."

I forced a bitter laugh. "Misunderstanding? Is that what you call it? Because from where I stood, you looked like you couldn’t take your eyes off her. If you want her, then go be with her and let me return to my mates."

A big frown spread across his face. Then he leaned back, exhaling slowly. "Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Olivia. You’re too clever for it. You should know by now — I don’t replace one woman with another. I never have."

His words pricked at me, but I held my glare. Frederick glanced once more toward where Selene had gone, then back at me. His voice dropped lower, almost a whisper. "Her blood is just tempting. That’s all."

I scoffed and sat on the sofa, my angry glare fixed on him. Frederick chuckled, a light, amused smile appearing on his face as he shook his head. "I can’t believe a day like this will come when you, Olivia, will get jealous over me..." He smirked. "I like it."

Inwardly I scoffed. Fool. Joke on him for thinking this was actually real. "I’m not jealous," I shot back, though it sounded exactly like I was.

"Sure," he murmured, nodding like he knew better.

I rolled my eyes, my arms folded tight across my chest. "Where am I sleeping? I’m passing the night here. Who knows... if I leave you alone, you might sneak into her room."

Frederick froze for a second, then chuckled low, the sound vibrating in his chest. His lips tugged into that infuriating smirk. "Sneak into her room and what, Olivia?" He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement.

"Fuck her." I spat the word, glaring at him.

But instead of snapping, Frederick only leaned back against the sofa, his eyes drinking me in like I was the funniest, most fascinating thing he’d seen in centuries. "You’re jealous," he said again, his voice rich with satisfaction. "And moon, I like it. You — Olivia — burning because of me."

I scoffed, my arms tightening around myself. "You’re delusional."

"Maybe." He shrugged, still smirking. Then he stood, his tall frame looming as his gaze pinned me to the sofa. "But since you’re so worried about what I might do..."

He leaned closer, his voice dropping. "We’ll be sharing a room tonight."

I stiffened, my jaw locking.

"At least that way," he added smoothly, brushing past me toward the hall, "you can keep an eye on me. Make sure I don’t sneak into anyone’s bed."

He didn’t even look back as he chuckled again, sounding pleased with himself. He liked this. He liked the attention. He liked my jealousy.

I closed my eyes, forcing my wolf to calm, and reached for the bond. "It’s working," I whispered through the link.

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