Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 431

Chapter 431: No longer Easy

Selene’s POV

My heart jumped, but I kept my eyes shut. I pretended to be asleep. If I looked at him now, I didn’t know what I would say. So I just breathed slowly and steadily, like I was dreaming. He let out a long sigh. His hand brushed my hair back, gentle in a way I never thought he could be. Another sigh came, heavier this time, like he was tired of carrying something too big.

Then he moved. His strong arms slid under me, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. I smelled him — iron, smoke, and something dark — wrapping all around me. He walked across the room and set me down on the couch in his study. The leather felt cold against my skin. My blouse was half open, my skirt still messy from before, but he didn’t fix it. He just stood there, looking at me.

Another sigh. Then his fingers brushed my hair again, soft and slow. "Sleep," he whispered, like it was a prayer.

I heard his steps fade. The door opened, then closed. Silence returned. Only then did I open my eyes.

"I think I’m in love with you..."

in my chest

my blood still poisoned... and I wondered what the hell was going on. My wolf growled deep in my head, sharp and loud: "Admit it, Selene —

to admit she was right. Because the truth was — I hadn’t stopped him. I

told myself it was strategy. That if I wanted him to drink from me, I had to keep him close, to let him trust me. But even now, the heat of his body, the sound of his moan, the weight of his words — "I think I’m

and sat on the couch, my whole body aching. Just today we had sex more than twice. My wolf scoffed, "Pretty too many for someone you claim to hate," she mocked. I rolled my eyes, ignoring her as I got to

wolf still restless, but I forced myself back to my room. Every step was heavy. Every thought heavier. I told myself this was all part of the plan. That I was still in control. That I wasn’t falling into his arms because I wanted to —

yet... my wolf wouldn’t stop growling inside my head. "Admit it,

falling too fast. "No," I hissed back, gripping my hair. "It’s the


skin. His voice in my ear. His words — "I

my hands. For hours I kept contemplating until I began feeling suffocated, wishing there was anyone I could talk to besides my wolf, who was clearly

I crawled into bed and pulled the blanket up to my chin. My eyes closed. My wolf quieted

had a dream. In my dream, Frederick was near me. He bent down and took my hand. He leaned close, and his fangs touched my skin. I could feel his breath. I could feel

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