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.

I placed my hands gently on his shoulders. His muscles were stone

His head tilted forward slightly, his


low, rough moan that slipped from his throat. It sent a shiver down my

Frederick groaned under my touch, his voice low and

clench. I knew he was telling the truth. His body leaned into my hands like

the knot between us. He didn’t

a way I had never heard before. "What

what it was. The bond. The curse of it. But he didn’t, and

mine. In one swift motion, he dragged me forward, pulling me into his lap. My

words heavy, almost reverent. His thumb brushed

wolf whimpered softly inside

but rough with desire. "Tell me... are

my face. I couldn’t answer. My lips parted, but

"There’s only one

tugging at the hem of my skirt, sliding it upward inch by inch. My heart raced, my breath caught. The air thickened,


a knife stabbing through haze—the memory hit

My mother.

Her death.

My revenge.

veins turned sharp. My chest burned with

brushed dangerously close to my thigh, I let my wolf rise. My blood shifted, dark and toxic, poison

His breath was heavy, hot

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