Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 437

Chapter 437: Three Hours

Selene’s POV

Cold water slammed across my face and yanked me into ragged consciousness. I gasped, choking on the icy liquid as it ran down my neck. My body jerked violently, but before I could move, pain shot through me like lightning. Something was wrong.

I tried to shift—to call on my wolf—but the moment I did, fire burned around my throat. My body convulsed, and I screamed. My wolf whimpered inside me, caged.

Then I felt it. A collar. Heavy. Cold. Laced with dark energy. A magic choker.

Panic filled my chest. I reached for it, my fingers brushing the metal, but the contact alone made my skin sizzle. My breath came out ragged as laughter echoed from the corner of the room.

"Well, look who’s finally awake," one of the men sneered. He stepped closer, his mask hiding most of his face, but I could still see the cruel curve of his mouth.

"Where am I?" I demanded, forcing my voice to steady even though fear gripped me. "What do you want?"

Another man laughed, circling me like a predator. "Oh, sweetheart, it’s not what we want. It’s what our master wants."

I glared at them. "Your master?"

They didn’t answer. Instead, one of them grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back. "You’ll find out soon enough, little hybrid."

bared my teeth, my body trembling from both anger and pain. "If you think

off. Slow. Heavy. Confident. The men instantly straightened,

simple gray pants and a black T-shirt, the air around him thick with power—and death. I couldn’t see his face clearly at first, but his presence alone was

us," he

raised to inspire fear. The masked men hesitated for only a moment before they bowed

Silence filled the room.

eyes glowed faintly red. Vampire. But not just any vampire—an Alpha among them. I could feel it in the air, in the weight of

he said, my name rolling off his tongue like poison wrapped in silk. "I’ve

at him, every muscle in my body tense. "Who

grin widened, revealing sharp fangs. "Oh,

My frown deepened as I glared at him. I didn’t need to be told—I knew he was one of

leaned forward in the chair, his red eyes glowing brighter in the dim light. "Let’s skip the games, shall we?" he

clenched. "A

he said, crossing one leg over the other, his posture relaxed—too relaxed. "Either you allow me to feed from you willingly until I am satisfied..." His lips curved into a slow,

froze, my stomach

could have allowed him to feed because I could poison my blood,

his head, watching my reaction like a cat watching a trapped mouse. "Your blood," he murmured, "is special. Rare.

the ground between us. "I’ll

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