Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 414: A Mistake

Frederick’s POV

She lay fast asleep, her breath soft and even, her body curled against me as if I were the only safe place she had in the world.

I lay there, staring at her, the weight of what I had done pressing heavily on my chest.

To be frank, I had gone too far—more than I should have. It was her first time, and though I told myself I would control it... I hadn’t. The moment I tasted her, felt her body shudder beneath me, all reason snapped. My control shattered.

I should feel guilt. Maybe even shame. Instead, I felt something worse—need. She was addictive: the way she clenched around me, the way her nails dug into my skin, the way she whispered my name as if I were the only man alive. It drove me mad.

If she hadn’t been so weak and trembling, I would have taken her again and again. Gods, I still wanted to.

My hand slid lazily down her back, tracing the curve of her spine, careful not to wake her. She shifted slightly in her sleep, a soft whimper escaping her lips.

I frowned. Why her? Why Selene?

I told myself it was her blood, her purity, the rare hybrid power she carried. That binding myself to her body—even for one night—would strengthen me. But that was a lie, and deep down I knew it. This hunger wasn’t about power. It was about her.

Olivia was supposed to be the one. Olivia was the one I fought for, the one I chained myself to. Yet here I was, holding Selene after taking what was never supposed to be mine. And the worst part? A part of me didn’t regret it.

I dragged a hand down my face, biting back a curse.

Selene shifted again, her leg sliding over mine, her warmth seeping into me. I should move. I should leave the bed and put distance between us before morning came. But I didn’t. I stayed—watching her, guarding her, burning with a hunger that wouldn’t die.

As I stared at her sleeping form, my chest grew unbearably heavy. What had I done?

me and made me feel alive at the same time. After her, I thought I would never feel like that

But she does not love me. She loves her mates. Still, she is bound

felt something I couldn’t explain. She pulls

anyway. Maybe it would be easier. Maybe I could give myself

I remembered the

have with the special one—Olivia—would be powerful, more like a god than a human.

hates me. Even if

Selene? Why do I want her so much? Why

the bed and walked to the window, staring out at the night sky. My mind was torn in two. One part wanted destiny with Olivia. The other part wanted the feeling Selene

my head and reminded myself of one truth: I must not lose

my heart beat too fast. And I knew Selene would not leave my thoughts

her lashes fluttering before her

waiting for her to smile back. But instead, her face went pale. Her eyes darted around the room, then to

"Shit."

The word cut deep.

as I watched the look in her eyes change. It wasn’t warmth. It wasn’t satisfaction. It

I started, but she was already sitting up, pulling the sheets around her as

I reached to touch her arm,

she whispered sharply, her voice shaking. "Stay

any blade. I sat

you... regretting it?" I asked, my voice rough, betraying more than I

didn’t answer. Her silence was louder than any

my fists,

it," I demanded, my voice