Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 449

Chapter 449: Give Him Time

Selene’s POV

Frederick took a small step toward me, his voice breaking slightly. "Selene, please... listen to me. I swear on my life—I didn’t poison your mother. I didn’t even know she was gone until now. But I’ll prove it. I’ll find whoever did this. I’ll prove my innocence to you." He looked so desperate it almost made me falter... almost.

"I don’t believe you," I said coldly.

He shook his head, his voice trembling. "You have to. Because I love you, Selene. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone."

A bitter laugh escaped my throat. "Love?" I scoffed. "Don’t insult me."

He looked stunned, but I pressed on. "You don’t love me, Frederick. You’re drawn to me — the same way you were drawn to her. To Hailee. Maybe that’s why you think you feel this way."

He blinked, confusion twisting across his face. "What are you talking about?"

"I’m a descendant of Hailee," I said, my voice steady even though my heart was pounding. "Through my father’s bloodline."

Frederick froze. "What?"

"Yes." I took a step closer, my voice cold. "I’m Hailee’s great-granddaughter. Just like Olivia."

widened, disbelief and something like horror flickering in them. I tilted my head slightly. "Surprised? You shouldn’t be. Maybe that’s why you’re so obsessed — because every time you look at me, you see her. The woman you

his head slowly, his expression torn between shock

turned to leave, but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me. His cold fingers wrapped around my warm skin, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. My wolf stirred restlessly. It was maddening — how just his touch could ignite something in me I didn’t want to feel.

turn to look at him because I didn’t know


voice low, shaking more than I

brushing against my ear.

I froze.

going to prove my innocence, Selene. I will find out what really happened to your mother — and I’ll

hand free,

myself..." His voice faltered for a second. "Then you’ll never have to see me again. But until then, I’m not letting go of

want to feel anything — not warmth, not hope, not love.

I whispered, my heart

was memorizing every detail of my back. Then, slowly,

quietly, the words almost breaking apart in the air between us.

turned and walked

on the cold grass, my hands sinking into the damp earth. The scent of rain and soil filled my nose, sharp and heavy. My

my chest. My heart wouldn’t stop racing. Every word he said kept replaying in my

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