Olivia’s POV
It had been more than fifteen minutes.
I glanced at the clock again, my foot tapping restlessly against the floor. Still nothing. No sound of footsteps in the hallway. No sign of Frederick.
My stomach twisted. This was the first time they were truly alone together, and the thought made my wolf pace inside me, snarling.
What were they talking about? What could possibly take this long?
I didn’t trust her.
The triplets might believe Selene, might think she was loyal to the plan, but me? I couldn’t shake it. There was something about her I didn’t trust.
What if she betrayed us?
What if this was her chance—to turn everything upside down while I sat here waiting like a fool?
My frown deepened. I desperately wanted to know. To hear. To see. Anything to prove she wasn’t using this moment to tell Frederick the truth.
My wolf growled low, a warning. We should go. We should check. We should not trust her.
I closed my eyes, reaching through the bond to my mates. "He’s been gone too long," I whispered. "I don’t like this."
Lennox responded. "We just spoke to her... she said he is watching her eat... but you can go check it yourself," Lennox suggested.
"Sure."
I got up on my feet and left the room. I located the room Selene was in through her scent, and when I got to the door, I didn’t knock; I just pushed it open and stepped inside. My eyes immediately swept the room.
Frederick sat on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of wine balanced loosely in his hand. His eyes flicked up to me lazily, like he’d expected me to barge in.
On the bed sat Selene, a tray of food perched on her lap. She picked at it slowly, every bite deliberate, her posture stiff like a cornered rabbit.
My wolf snarled.
"What is going on here?" I demanded, my gaze snapping between them.
Frederick didn’t flinch. "She’s hungry," he said simply, swirling his glass.
My brows arched, my tone sharp. "So you have to watch her eat?"
His jaw ticked, but his voice stayed calm. "She isn’t calm yet. I was just... trying to make her feel safe."
I scoffed, folding my arms tight across my chest. "Safe? While I sit in your room waiting with nothing to wear because you never brought me what you promised?"
Selene’s wide eyes flicked to me, her lips parting. "I’m... I’m sorry," she whispered, bowing her head slightly. "I didn’t mean to cause any trouble—"
"Then leave," I snapped, cutting her off. Faking anger. "If you think you’re causing trouble, then go. Don’t sit here pretending."
Selene blinked, her lashes fluttering, but she didn’t argue. She rose slowly, as if she wanted to leave.


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