Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Worried

Louis' POV

The moment Anita dropped the bombshell, I frowned. We never actually promised her it would be tomorrow. My brothers and I only told her we were considering it—we didn't want to rush into choosing her as a concubine. But it seemed Anita was eager to push things forward.

From where I sat, my gaze settled on Olivia, watching closely for her reaction to Anita's words. But she didn't look surprised or even hurt. If anything, her face remained perfectly composed as she continued chewing her meal.

I exchanged glances with my brothers, and they mirrored my confusion. We had expected Olivia to lash out, to demand answers, to question why we were doing this. But she didn't. Instead, she turned her attention to her mother, who seemed more shocked by the news than Olivia herself.

"Mother, eat. You must be hungry," Olivia urged, completely ignoring Anita's words.

Anita, clearly unsatisfied with Olivia's lack of reaction, pressed on.

"Starting tomorrow, I will officially be their woman," she added, her tone dripping with satisfaction as she tried to provoke Olivia further.

Still, Olivia ignored her and continued eating.

Anita, who hated being ignored, frowned and continued.

"And who knows? Maybe one day, I'll even become their Luna."

At her words, my wolf stirred in anger.

For the first time, Olivia lifted her gaze, finally acknowledging Anita's presence. She studied her for a moment before speaking, her voice calm yet chilling.

"Not one day, Anita. Very soon. Very soon, you will become their Luna because by the time I'm dead, their concubine can become their Luna. So, congratulations."

A tense silence filled the dining hall. Olivia's words, spoken so smoothly and with that eerie smile, sent a strange chill through me. It wasn't the reaction any of us had expected. She wasn't angry, she wasn't hurt—she was calm. Too calm.

I glanced at my brothers again, and they were just as unsettled as I was. Anita, on the other hand, had clearly expected Olivia to break down or lash out, but instead, she was met with a different reaction. That clearly didn't sit well with her.

"What do you mean by that?" Anita scoffed, though there was an edge of nervousness in her voice.

Olivia wiped her mouth with a napkin and leaned back in her chair, her expression calm. "Exactly what I said. Isn't that what you're hoping for? For me to step aside and disappear so you can take my place?"

Anita opened her mouth to respond, but Olivia wasn't finished. "Well, don't worry. Soon, you won't have to try so hard. You'll have what you want."

A sense of unease settled over the table. I clenched my fists under the table, my wolf restless. Why was she talking like this? Was she planning another attempt to take her life?

"Olivia—" I started, but she pushed her chair back and stood up.

"Excuse me, I've lost my appetite," she said simply before turning to her mother. "Mom, don't stay too long." Then, without sparing any of us another glance, she walked away.

I exhaled sharply, feeling a mixture of frustration and worry. My brothers were just as tense, watching her retreating figure with narrowed eyes.

Anita smirked, clearly thinking she had won, but I wasn't so sure. Something about Olivia's words didn't sit right with me.

"Please excuse me," Olivia's mother murmured as she stood as well, her face pale. She left without another word.

Where I sat, I was damn uncomfortable and restless. Why did Olivia talk about Anita being our Luna really soon? Was she trying to do something again? Trying to commit another suicide?

My wolf howled in distress at the mere thought of it. And suddenly, I was panicking.

"Louis, are you okay?" Anita asked, reaching out to touch me.

I yanked my hand away and stood abruptly. Without another word, I stormed out of the dining room, heading straight for the kitchen.

The moment I entered, the staff froze, their gazes dropping instantly to the floor.

I swept my gaze over the group, my voice sharp as I barked, "Which of you is responsible for Olivia's meals?"

A brief silence followed before two maids hesitantly stepped forward, their hands trembling. They were young, probably in their early twenties, and clearly terrified of me. Good. They should be.freewebnσvel.cѳm

"We—we are, Alpha," one of them stammered, her eyes fixed on the floor.

I took a step closer, my voice dropping to a deadly calm. "From now on, when you serve Olivia, you will stay and watch her eat. You will not leave her food or drink unattended for even a second. If she refuses to eat in front of you, you will report directly to me."

The second maid swallowed hard, nodding frantically. "Yes, Alpha."

I narrowed my eyes. "If anything happens to her because of something she eats or drinks—if she so much as touches a poisoned glass of water—I will kill you both myself."