Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 473: Act

Selene’s POV

I sat at the edge of my bed, trying to focus on what my friend Daniel was saying, but my thoughts kept drifting. Everything had been chaos these past few days: Olivia’s ritual, Lennox’s condition, the constant tension in the air.

Daniel placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?"

I sighed, not bothering to deny it. "He is my mate, but I have to hate him, Daniel."

Daniel gave a half-smile. "You sure about that? Because your voice just softened when you said his name."

I frowned at him, but before I could reply, a familiar, faint scent drifted through the air—musky, strong, unforgettable.

Frederick.

My heart skipped painfully. I turned sharply toward the door, pulse racing. I didn’t even need to check. My wolf stirred uneasily inside me. He’s here.

Daniel followed my gaze. "What’s wrong?"

"He’s here," I whispered. "Frederick."

Daniel straightened, already sensing the tension in my voice. "Do you want me to leave?"

I hesitated, then an idea formed, wild and stupid but necessary.

"No," I said quickly. "I need your help."

His brow furrowed. "Help? With what?"

I stood up and took a shaky breath. "Pretend... pretend we’re together. That you’re with me."

"What?" Daniel blinked. "You mean—"

"Yes," I cut him off. "If he thinks I’ve moved on, maybe he’ll stop coming around. Maybe he’ll finally let me go."

Daniel hesitated. "Selene, that’s cruel."

I swallowed hard. "It’s the only way."

sighed. "Alright. What do you want

footsteps

nerve, I leaned in and

moment

And there he was.

in the doorway, his expression one I’d never forget—shock, pain, disbelief, and

chest tighten painfully, my wolf growling in guilt and confusion. But I

I couldn’t.

even though every part of me screamed against it—my heart, my

to make

away from Daniel so fast

I shouted, pushing at his chest, trying to

am I doing? The

said, forcing my voice to stay steady. "My

at me, his chest rising and falling heavily. Then a bitter laugh escaped him, rough and broken.

"You have no

he roared, slamming his hand against the wall beside me. The sound made me flinch, though I refused to look

I whispered, my voice trembling despite my defiance.

he turned to

glancing at me for guidance. "Maybe I

said quickly, stepping

gave me a look—part worry, part warning—before walking out and

the door clicked, Frederick turned back to

"Frederick—"

didn’t get to

front of me, pressing me against the wall. My breath caught in

pushing against

me, but his presence was

"You think you can replace me that easily?

together inside me. "I was never yours. What

darkened further. "It wasn’t for

my voice breaking. "I acted as if I liked you because I wanted to get closer so I could kill you."

His breathing slowed, his expression shifting from anger

stirred painfully inside me, whimpering, caught