Olivia’s POV
I felt like the third wheel. The whole dinner, Frederick only looked at Selene. He asked her question after question. She smiled, she laughed, and she lied so easily—even about her family. I stabbed my fork into my food, my wolf pacing inside me. I couldn’t take it anymore. Was he doing this to humiliate me now? To make me jealous? "I need to use the bathroom," I said quickly, pushing back my chair.
I walked down the hall and into the bathroom. My hands gripped the sink as I stared into the mirror. My chest rose and fell fast. If he was doing all those things to make me jealous, then it was okay, but if he truly cared about Selene, then we were in trouble. I scowled and stared at my reflection in the mirror as a thought came through my mind. What if he wants me and still wants Selene? What do I do then? My frown deepened. I reminded myself I needed to go back to my original plan, which was finding the vessel and destroying it. I can’t believe Selene and her games...
Suddenly the door opened. Selene walked in, smirking.
"You don’t look well," she said sweetly. "Not able to stand it, I’ll bet."
I turned on her, my eyes sharp. "Why aren’t you doing what we planned? Why haven’t you made him drink your poisoned blood?"
Her lips curved. "Why the rush, Olivia? You seem more upset than I am."
My anger flared. "He’s falling for you," I hissed.
She tilted her head, mocking me. "So what? Or maybe... you’re just jealous."
I scoffed. My wolf snarled. "Jealous? Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not jealous, okay? I just don’t trust you because you’re nothing but a lying whore."
Her eyes reddened and a big frown spread across her cheek, and before I could process it, she slapped me.
Something snapped inside me. My hand grabbed her hair, yanking hard. Before she could fight back, I slammed her face into the wall. The sound echoed. She gasped, pain and shock flashing across her face. I let go of her. Selene touched her cheek, her lip bleeding slightly, her face showing a small visible bruise. She glared at me. "Get ready to pay," she spat before storming out of the restroom.
My wolf growled, pacing inside me, but I forced her down. This wasn’t the time to lose control. I shut my eyes and reached through the bond to the triplets.
"I don’t trust her," I said firmly, letting my anger carry through. "Selene is dangerous. She’s not following the plan. She’s playing her own game—and Frederick is falling for it."
Silence followed for a moment before Levi’s voice came, calm but heavy. "Olivia, stay calm. We knew she’d play it her way. As long as the poison gets into him, it doesn’t matter how she does it."
"No!" I snapped back. "You don’t understand. If she falls for him—or worse, if she decides to protect him—everything will be ruined. I can feel it. I can’t trust her."
Lennox’s voice cut in, hard and commanding. "Then keep your eyes open. Don’t let your guard down. If she turns, we’ll deal with her. Together."
Louis’ tone was softer, but it carried a warning edge. "Don’t let your emotions cloud you, Olivia. We can’t afford mistakes now."


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