Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 336

Chapter 336: Almost

Olivia’s POV

Frederick’s control snapped. His eyes darkened, feral, and before I could react, he yanked me toward the bed. The impact knocked the air from my lungs, my palms scraping the sheets as he pinned me. His body pressed hard against mine, heat and raw fury radiating from him.

He ripped off his briefs in one violent motion, his cock springing free, hard and huge. My stomach twisted at the sight, but I refused to flinch, refused to give him even a flicker of triumph. I tried to push him, to shove him back, but his strength pinned me completely.

I should have teleported, should have vanished in an instant, but rage consumed me. It was blinding, roaring inside like wildfire. My vision blurred with fury. And then it happened: fire erupted from my hand. A scorching wave of heat shot outward, licking the sheets, sizzling the air.

Frederick’s eyes widened in shock, his roar of anger colliding with surprise. I could feel his body stiffen, his grip faltering as the flames surged. Smoke curled around us, stinging my nose, but I didn’t stop. My wolf roared in unison with me, unleashed and victorious, demanding the dominance I refused to relinquish.

The bed shook as he stumbled backward, finally releasing me, his hands frantic, eyes locked on the fire now crackling along the edge of the sheets. I leapt away, rolling to my feet, heart hammering, breaths sharp and wild.

"You think you can fuck me?" I spat, my voice a razor cutting through the chaos. "I am not yours, Frederick. Not ever."

He growled, rage and disbelief battling inside him, and lunged again, but I was ready this time, every nerve alive with heat and fury. My hand rose, flames dancing along my fingertips, and I let the fire speak my warning.

"Try me," I hissed, venom and power coiling together, "and I’ll burn your cock."

Frederick’s fury didn’t fade. He stumbled backward, his eyes blazing, but his gaze locked on me like a predator refusing to let go. His voice was low, lethal, trembling with anger.

"You belong to me, Olivia," he growled, stepping closer, while I stretched out my flaming hand toward him. "You were vowed to me. You will be mine. I will marry you."

I laughed, sharp and bitter, shaking my head. "Over my dead body," I spat, every word burning with defiance.

His eyes darkened, and a slow, terrifying smile curled his lips. "Then I will marry your dead body," he whispered, each word a promise and a threat all at once.

Before I could react, he tore his briefs the rest of the way, yanking on his jeans over his nakedness, and with a searing glare, he stormed out. The door slammed behind him.

I sank to the bed, chest heaving, wolf growling softly in my chest. I stared at my flaming hand, and I inhaled deeply as the fire began to lessen. Suddenly the door to my room pushed open, and Mother stormed in.

Her brows furrowed when she saw me in my torn dress, and then her eyes darted to the flames dancing in my fingers.

"Olivia, what happened?" she asked, her eyes full of concern, confusion, and curiosity.

I didn’t give her a response; rather, I quenched the fire in my hand.

Slowly, I pushed myself off the bed and headed toward the dresser.

I grabbed a pair of jeans and a simple shirt, pulling them on quickly. The denim hugged my legs, the shirt soft against my skin—mundane, normal, I needed to feel like myself again, away from the chaos Frederick had tried to drag me into.

"Olivia... what happened?" Her voice was tight, part concern, part curiosity. Her brows furrowed, her hands twitching as if she wanted to reach for me.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I clenched my jaw, shoved the last of my hair behind my shoulder, and glared at her. The fire in my chest had not yet cooled.

"Answer me," she pressed, voice sharper now, the worry laced with accusation.

I spat the words out before she could frame them any other way. "Your favorite Lord Frederick almost raped me!"

Her mouth opened, then closed again, a sharp intake of breath betraying the shock she tried to hide. Her eyes narrowed, searching mine as though trying to find some reason to disbelieve me, but I held her gaze.

"Do you understand? He—he lost control. He—" I shook my head, struggling to keep my voice steady. "He thinks he owns me, Mother. He thinks he can force me. But I—" I took a shaky breath, glaring at her with everything I had left. "I’m not his. Not ever."

Her lips pressed into a thin line, hands clenching at her sides, a storm of fear and fury battling behind her eyes. She wanted to say something, anything, to make it all better, but the truth burned too sharply between us. I could see the gears turning in her mind, the questions and the horror, but I wasn’t letting her intervene—not yet.

I crossed my arms over my chest, still trembling slightly, still filled with rage. "If I was an ordinary girl, he could have had his way with me—" I spat at her. "That is the kind of man you want me to be with!"

Mother’s lips tightened, her voice calm when it finally broke through the silence. "Lord Frederick is a dominant, possessive man. You know this. You provoked him, Olivia—what did you expect would happen when you pushed him so far?"

My eyes widened, disbelief flooding me, and then rage followed like a floodgate breaking. "What did I expect?" I barked, stepping toward her. "So now it’s my fault? I provoked him? Are you even listening to yourself? He tried to force himself on me, Mother! He had his hands on me, he—" My voice cracked with fury, my wolf snarling inside. "And your first thought is to defend him?"

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