Triple Fated: A Romance Novel

Chapter 400: Dreaming

Olivia's POV

For a moment, | went dumbfounded. Frederick... apologizing? That was something | never saw coming. What the

hell! This man kept surprising me, and | wondered what he would do next. | raised a brow slowly. "Are you

apologizing?"

"Yes." He answered with a curt nod, his tone calm, almost too calm.

My frown deepened as | studied him carefully. This wasn’t what | expected. Who was this soft-spoken Frederick

sitting in bed, staring atlike | mattered? Where was the cruel, carved man | knew? Where was the monster

who claimed me, threatened to kill me?

"Now," his voice lowered, gentler than before, "could you please change and cto bed?... It's late." He wasn’t

ordering this time. He was pleading.

The sound of it made my chest tighten with unease. My wolf snarled inside me, unsettled. Pleading wasn’t his

style. It felt wrong. Off.

| tilted my head, arms still folded. "And what if | don’t?" | asked, trying to annoy him.

His eyes held mine, calm, unblinking. "Then Ill still be here, waiting. Because no matter how much you fight me,

Olivia, | want you close. Not across the room. Not on a sofa. Beside me."

The words rattled throughand I swallowed hard, forcing my mask of irritation back into place. He was playing

a game; he had to be.

But goodness — he was playing it well.

Huffing, | stood to my feet, grabbed the shirt he’d laid out for me, and stalked into the bathroom. The water was

quick and cold, doing little to settle the emotions raging inside me. My wolf paced restlessly, snarling at the

thought of wearing anything of his, but for the sake of the plan—I forced her quiet.

When | stepped out, the shirt clung loosely to my damp skin, its fabric carrying his faint scent. It made my

stomach twist.

Frederick was still on the bed when | cout, reclining against the pillows, a wine glass resting on the

nightstand. His gaze lifted instantly, sweeping overwith an intensity that made my skin prickle.

"Better," he murmured, his voice smooth, unreadable. "My shirt suits you much better than 1—"

I rolled my eyes and moved over to the sofa, dropping onto it with a thud. "Don’t get used to it," | snapped,

tugging the shirt tighter around me.

A shadow of amusement crossed his face, though his tone stayed calm. "Olivia, stop fighting me. I'm not asking

you to fucktonight. I only asked you to share the bed. Nothing more."

My lips curved in a bitter smirk. "You expectto believe that? Who knows—you might force yourself on me."

His eyes locked with mine, calm but serious. "I expect you to trust that | meant what | said. | don’t force. Not

food. Not blood. Not women."

The gentleness in his tone unnervedmore than his threats ever had. | looked away, feigning annoyance, but

my chest tightened in confusion.

Minutes ticked by. He leaned back, stretching out, his eyes fluttering shut. For a heartbeat, it almost looked like

peace had settled over him.

Then, without opening his eyes, he spoke gently. "Cto bed... it’s late."

With a heavy sigh, I finally pushed myself up from the sofa. Frederick hadn’t moved, though | could feel his gaze

following every step | made.

| switched off the bright chandelier light, leaving only the dim wall sconce glowing in the corner. Without another

word, | slipped under the covers, careful to keep as much distance between us as the bed would allow.

Frederick didn’t push, didn’t get closer. He only exhaled deeply, as though my presence beside him had been

enough.

Minutes stretched into silence. My eyelids grew heavy, and sleep finally took me.

But | overheard... a sound. A whisper.

| stirred, my wolf snapping awake in my chest. My eyes fluttered open, the dim light still glowing faintly, and |

turned my head.

Frederick. He wasn’t awake. His eyes were closed, his brow furrowed, and his lips parted in soft, broken words.

"...Hailee..." he breathed, so faint | almost thought | imagined it. His voice cracked, low and raw, like a man

haunted. "...don’t... don’t leaveagain..."

I lay frozen. Even in his sleep, he thought of her.

| watched him. He kept muttering words, sin French, which | couldn’t understand... It was as if he was

seeing her in his dream and conversing with her. | noticed his brow furrow as he kept speaking in a strange

French language, and | wished | could understand what he was saying.

He mumbled more, strings of French slipping past his lips—words | couldn’t understand, but the tone was enough

forto know what was happening. Frederick was pleading. Longing. Like he was begging her, holding on to a

ghost only he could see.

It felt wrong, sitting there in his bed, listening to him pour his soul out to another woman in his dreams. |

swallowed hard, not knowing what to do. Should | wake him up or pretend to sleep while ignoring his mumbling?

Then, suddenly, his body jerked. His eyes snapped open, filled with something raw and unsettled.

He turned his head sharply, his gaze colliding with mine.

For a moment, a tense silence stretched between us. His chest heaved, his lips parted, but no words came.

Whatever he'd seen, whatever he'd felt—it was still clawing at him.

And then, without explanation, he pushed the covers aside and swung his legs to the floor.

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His scent lingered around. | followed it, my feet carryingdown the corridor until I found him.

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| hesitated in the doorway, my wolf urgingto turn back. But something in me—something | couldn't quite

name—pushedforward.

"Are you... okay?" | asked softly, the words strange on my tongue. | didn’t know why | was asking. Why was |

feeling sorry for him of all people?

For a long moment, he didn’t answer. His shoulders rose and fell slowly, the weight of centuries pressing against

him. Then his voice clow, rough, almost broken.

"For years," he said, eyes fixed on the stars, "since the day she died... | never saw her. Not once. No matter how

much I drank, no matter how much | bled, no matter how much I begged the gods, Hailee never cto me."

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His voice cracked at the last word, so faint | almost missed it.

And for the first time, staring at this cruel, relentless man, | saw something else entirely.

Not a monster.

But a man haunted. A brokenhearted man.