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."

"Alright. What do you

The footsteps were closer now. "Just... play along," I

nerve, I leaned

the moment our lips touched, the

And there he was.

I’d never forget—shock, pain, disbelief, and

painfully, my wolf growling in guilt and confusion. But I didn’t pull

I couldn’t.

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

had to

arm, yanking me away from Daniel so fast

you doing?" I shouted, pushing at his chest, trying to

sharp. "What am I doing? The better

even though my heart was pounding. "This is Daniel," I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. "My boyfriend. I

moment, the room was silent. Frederick just stared at me, his chest rising and falling heavily. Then a bitter laugh escaped him, rough and broken. "Your boyfriend," he repeated slowly. "A boyfriend you

have no right to question

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

my voice trembling

he turned to

at me for

stepping forward. "You don’t

sighed. "It’s fine, Selene. I’ll step outside." He gave me a look—part worry, part warning—before walking out and quietly

the door clicked, Frederick

"Frederick—"

didn’t get

me against the wall. My breath caught in my throat. His body towered over mine, his eyes

said, pushing against his chest,

hurting me, but

voice dropped low. "You think you can replace me that easily?

together inside me. "I was never yours. What happened between us was

"It wasn’t for me,

I liked you because I wanted to

slowed, his expression shifting

inside me,