Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 400

Chapter 400: Dreaming

Olivia’s POV

For a moment, I went dumbfounded. Frederick... apologizing? That was something I never saw coming. What the hell! This man kept surprising me, and I wondered what he would do next. I raised a brow slowly. "Are you apologizing?"

"Yes." He answered with a curt nod, his tone calm, almost too calm.

My frown deepened as I studied him carefully. This wasn’t what I expected. Who was this soft-spoken Frederick sitting in bed, staring at me like I mattered? Where was the cruel, carved man I knew? Where was the monster who claimed me, threatened to kill me?

"Now," his voice lowered, gentler than before, "could you please change and come to bed?... It’s late." He wasn’t ordering this time. He was pleading.

The sound of it made my chest tighten with unease. My wolf snarled inside me, unsettled. Pleading wasn’t his style. It felt wrong. Off.

I tilted my head, arms still folded. "And what if I don’t?" I asked, trying to annoy him. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

His eyes held mine, calm, unblinking. "Then I’ll still be here, waiting. Because no matter how much you fight me, Olivia, I want you close. Not across the room. Not on a sofa. Beside me."

The words rattled through me and I swallowed hard, forcing my mask of irritation back into place. He was playing a game; he had to be.

But goodness — he was playing it well.

Huffing, I stood to my feet, grabbed the shirt he’d laid out for me, and stalked into the bathroom. The water was quick and cold, doing little to settle the emotions raging inside me. My wolf paced restlessly, snarling at the thought of wearing anything of his, but for the sake of the plan—I forced her quiet.

When I stepped out, the shirt clung loosely to my damp skin, its fabric carrying his faint scent. It made my stomach twist.

Frederick was still on the bed when I came out, reclining against the pillows, a wine glass resting on the nightstand. His gaze lifted instantly, sweeping over me with an intensity that made my skin prickle.

"Better," he murmured, his voice smooth, unreadable. "My shirt suits you much better than I—"

I rolled my eyes and moved over to the sofa, dropping onto it with a thud. "Don’t get used to it," I snapped, tugging the shirt tighter around me.

A shadow of amusement crossed his face, though his tone stayed calm. "Olivia, stop fighting me. I’m not asking you to fuck me tonight. I only asked you to share the bed. Nothing more."

My lips curved in a bitter smirk. "You expect me to believe that? Who knows—you might force yourself on me."

His eyes locked with mine, calm but serious. "I expect you to trust that I meant what I said. I don’t force. Not food. Not blood. Not women."

The gentleness in his tone unnerved me more than his threats ever had. I looked away, feigning annoyance, but my chest tightened in confusion.

Minutes ticked by. He leaned back, stretching out, his eyes fluttering shut. For a heartbeat, it almost looked like peace had settled over him.

Then, without opening his eyes, he spoke gently. "Come to bed... it’s late."

With a heavy sigh, I finally pushed myself up from the sofa. Frederick hadn’t moved, though I could feel his gaze following every step I made.

I switched off the bright chandelier light, leaving only the dim wall sconce glowing in the corner. Without another word, I slipped under the covers, careful to keep as much distance between us as the bed would allow.

Frederick didn’t push, didn’t get closer. He only exhaled deeply, as though my presence beside him had been enough.

Minutes stretched into silence. My eyelids grew heavy, and sleep finally took me.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify