Olivia's POV
For a moment, I went dumbfounded. Frederick… apologizing? That was something I never saw coming. What the hell! This man kept surprising me, and I wondered what he would do next. I raised a brow slowly. "Are you apologizing?"
"Yes." He answered with a curt nod, his tone calm, almost too calm.
My frown deepened as I studied him carefully. This wasn't what I expected. Who was this soft-spoken Frederick sitting in bed, staring at me like I mattered? Where was the cruel, carved man I knew? Where was the monster who claimed me, threatened to kill me?
"Now," his voice lowered, gentler than before, "could you please change and come to 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.
I tilted my head, arms still folded. "And what if I don't?" I asked, trying to annoy him.
