Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371: Hailee Was Here

Olivia’s POV

For a moment, I couldn’t move. My body felt stiff, my breath stuck in my chest.

Act, my wolf pushed at me. You have to act.

I swallowed hard. My pride hated it, but I reminded myself—nudity was nothing new for us. We shifted into wolves all the time, and every time we shifted, we were naked. It wasn’t shameful. It was normal. If he thought this would get to me, he was wrong. He could watch, but that was all. He would never touch me.

I stood up slowly, lifting my chin. I made sure he saw that I wasn’t shaking, I wasn’t scared. Piece by piece, I undressed, taking every layer of my clothes. My wolf growled low inside, reminding me that this was only an act.

From the corner of my eye, I saw him shift in his seat. His pale fingers gripped the desk, his glowing eyes drinking me in.

"Moon Goddess," he breathed, hunger dripping from his tone. "You are a beauty. No wonder those triplets never wanted to let you go."

My jaw clenched. Anger burned hot in my chest, but I forced my lips into a calm line. I wanted to spit in his face. I wanted to burn him alive. But I stayed still. Not yet. Not now.

Frederick slowly stood and stepped closer, lifting a hand as if he wanted to touch me. "So tempting..." he murmured.

I snapped my eyes to his and took a step backward. "No. Not until marriage."

He froze, then laughed—a deep, mocking laugh that made the room feel smaller. "Then let us marry tomorrow," he said, sounding so serious about it.

My heart jumped, but I didn’t flinch. "No," I said firmly. "If you want me, I must know you first. A marriage without knowing each other is nothing. Even you must agree to that."

His eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering there. Then his smirk returned. "Very well, Olivia. You want to know me? Then I’ll give you that chance. But remember..." He leaned close, his breath cold against my ear. "You are already mine."

In your dreams.

He pulled away, retreating to his seat, while I gathered my clothes from the floor and dressed. His lustful eyes never left me, burning holes into my skin. Once I was fully clothed, I sat across from him. But never once did he take his eyes off me. It was so creepy, but I ignored it and spoke up.

"Where is this place?" I asked, shifting in the chair and glancing toward the wide window beside us. The glass was clear, showing a sky unlike the one I knew. The air outside looked colder, the trees unfamiliar, and in the distance stood tall, ancient buildings, their outlines sharp and strange.

A sharp chill slid down my spine. This is a different country.

"This place..." I said slowly, turning back to him. "Where am I?"

Frederick leaned back, one leg crossed over the other. "France," he said smoothly. "This is my family home. The place where I was raised."

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