Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 429

Chapter 429: Poisoned Blood

Selene’s POV

I stepped closer to his desk, placing the steaming cup in front of him. "I thought..." I paused, forcing my voice out. "I thought maybe you could use this. You’ve been under a lot of stress."

His eyes narrowed sharply, flicking from the cup to me. A frown pulled at his mouth. "What is wrong with you?" he demanded. "One moment you push me away, swear you don’t want me, and the next you’re offering me coffee like some doting lover. Which is it, Selene?"

My throat tightened. I looked away, biting back the storm of words clawing at me. "Nothing," I whispered finally, my hands curling against my sides.

He studied me for another long moment, suspicion etched across his face. Then, with a sharp inhale, he lifted the cup and took a slow sip.

"That boy," Frederick said suddenly, setting the cup down. His voice had lost its sharpness, replaced by something heavier. "He is my son."

My eyes widened, though I stayed silent.

"His human mother died while giving birth to him," he continued, his gaze fixed on the dark liquid in the cup. "He’s more vampire than hybrid, which makes him... dangerous. Unstable. I keep him hidden because he doesn’t know how to control his thirst."

I swallowed, my heart thudding as I nodded slowly and pulled the nearest chair. I sank into it, studying him, trying to read the unreadable.

For a while, neither of us spoke. The silence between us was not like before—it was thick, full of unsaid things, the mate bond thrumming in the air.

Finally, I rose. The pull inside me dragged me closer until I stood behind him. My eyes traced the tense lines of his shoulders, the way the weight of the world seemed to press on him even when he sat still.

"You look stressed," I murmured softly, surprising even myself.

mind, I placed my hands gently on his shoulders. His muscles were stone beneath my palms, hard and stiff. I

deep breath. His head tilted forward


moan that slipped from his throat.

under my touch, his voice low and rough. "It’s been ages

was telling the truth. His body leaned into my hands

strings, tightening the knot between us. He didn’t know, and I would never

in a way I had never heard before.

The curse of it.

one swift motion, he dragged me forward, pulling me into his lap. My breath caught as his gaze

His thumb brushed my cheek, tracing

skin. My wolf whimpered softly inside me, betraying

lower, almost teasing, but rough with desire. "Tell me... are you sore? From

face. I couldn’t answer. My lips parted, but no

tugged at his mouth. "There’s only one

the hem of my skirt, sliding it upward inch by inch. My heart raced, my breath


then—like a knife stabbing through

My mother.

Her death.

My revenge.

in my veins turned sharp. My chest burned

thigh, I let my wolf rise. My

didn’t notice. His breath was heavy, hot against my

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255