Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 436

Chapter 436: Worried

Olivia’s POV

I noticed commotion everywhere. Guards were rushing down the hall, their boots pounding hard against the marble floor. Staff members whispered in panic, their faces pale. Something was wrong—terribly wrong.

I frowned, stepping out from where I stood. "What’s going on?" I asked one of the maids who ran past me, but she didn’t stop long enough to answer.

My wolf stirred uneasily inside me. Something’s happened, she whispered. Can’t you feel it?

Yes. I could. The air was thick with fear.

Then I saw one of the guards sprint past with a radio in his hand. "She’s gone!" he barked into it. "I repeat—Lady Selene’s been taken!"

I froze. My heart stopped for a second. "What did you just say?" I demanded, grabbing his arm.

The guard looked startled but didn’t have time to respond before Lord Frederick’s voice boomed across the mansion.

"Seal every exit!" he shouted from down the corridor. His tone was raw, furious, and desperate. "Find her! Now!"

Selene.

They were talking about Selene.

My mind spun. "Taken?" I whispered to myself. "By who?"

No one answered, but the fear in their eyes told me enough. Whatever had happened—it wasn’t random. Someone had planned this.

My chest tightened painfully. Despite everything between us, I couldn’t help the panic rising in me.

What if she was hurt? What if this was the vampires’ doing?

I turned toward the stairs, hearing Frederick’s sharp voice again, echoing through the halls.

"Get the cars ready! Track the SUV—now!"

He sounded shaken. Angry, yes—but also... terrified.

Before I could make sense of the chaos, I heard heavy, pounding footsteps descending the stairs.

And looked up to realize it was Frederick.

He came rushing down, his eyes wild, his chest heaving, and for the first time, I saw him not as a man... but as a monster barely holding himself together.

His fangs were out. Sharp. Gleaming. His aura burned through the hall like fire, and every guard nearby bowed their heads instantly, trembling in fear.

He looked like death itself.

I froze, unable to move as he reached the bottom of the staircase. His shirt was half-unbuttoned, his hair disheveled, his hands trembling with fury. I could see it—the darkness rising in him, the beast clawing to be set free.

"Frederick..." I whispered, but my voice came out small, lost under the echo of his growl.

His eyes snapped to me. Red, glowing with rage and something else... despair. For a brief second, his gaze locked with mine, sharp enough to make my breath catch.

Then, without a word, he looked away.

He brushed past me, the air around him cold and heavy. Every step he took reeked of control barely held in place. His jaw tightened, his knuckles white, and when he spoke to the guards, his voice was low but raging.

"Bring the car around," he ordered. "Now."

The guards rushed to obey.

He didn’t look back at me again. Not once.

And as he stormed through the doors, I stood there speechless, not knowing what to say or do. Selene had been taken—but by who?

I was confused. I didn’t know what to do, but I really wanted to help her. I didn’t care about our dour relationship. Selene was still related to me, and if there was any way I could help, then I had to do it.

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