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..."

stayed in my chest

hell was

my fists, ignoring her. I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to admit she was

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 in love with you" — they all tangled

and sat on the couch, my whole body aching. Just today we had sex more than twice. My wolf scoffed, "Pretty too

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

yet... my wolf wouldn’t stop growling inside my head. "Admit it, Selene. You like him. You want

behind me and leaned against it, my chest rising and falling too fast. "No," I hissed back, gripping my hair. "It’s the mate bond. That’s all it is. I


as I said it, I could still feel his touch on my skin. His voice in my ear. His words — "I think I’m in love with you"

of the bed, burying my face in 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 against me killing Frederick the moment she realized we

into bed and pulled the blanket up

hand. He leaned close, and his

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