Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 427: She Took Everything

Selene’s POV

Frederick frowned. "I have no idea what’s wrong with you," he spat as he rose from the bed and swiftly pulled on his clothes. Where I stood, I turned away, my wolf howling inside my head for him, but I ignored her and kept my eyes fixed elsewhere. When the door finally slamd shut behind him, I released a shaky breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. I told myself this wouldn’t happen again. I told myself I was in control. But the fire he lit inside ... I hated it. I hated him. And most of all, I hated myself for giving in.

Before I could steady my racing heart, a sharp voice cut through my head.

"Selene."

I froze. The mind link. The triplets.

"We hope you’re not trying to betray us."

The words landed heavy in my mind, my frown deepened. Betray them? Why would they even think that? Of course, they didn’t trust , not when their precious mate must have soiled my na to them. My frown deepened. I hated her. I hated her perfect life.

We shared the sa bloodline—both of us great-granddaughters of Hailee, yet it was her who was chosen. She was given the special abilities. She was marked by fate, adored by everyone, worshipped even. And ? I was left in her shadow, forgotten.

And if that wasn’t enough, she had them. The triplets. Three powerful Alphas who would tear the world apart just to protect her.

All of that should have been mine.

The abilities. The power. The love.

But the Moon Goddess handed it all to her, like she was worthy of everything and I was worthy of nothing.

When I was little, I showed signs of sothing rare. I could mix herbs and make redies. I could cure fevers, heal wounds that should have taken weeks, even ease the pain of a wolf’s shifting.

Father saw it.

He had always been obsessed with the prophecy—the one that spoke of Hailee’s bloodline, of a great-granddaughter chosen by the Moon Goddess to rise above all others. So when I displayed my gift, he thought it was . He looked at with pride. With admiration. With love.

For a while, I believed it too.

He treated so well. Better than anyone else. I was his star, his chosen. His voice softened when he spoke to . He told the pack I was special. The one destined to change everything.

I basked in it. I clung to it. Because for once, I wasn’t invisible.

But then... everything changed.

As I grew older, the truth beca clearer. My gift was rare, yes—but it wasn’t the power. It wasn’t the fulfillnt of the prophecy. I wasn’t the chosen one.

It was her.

Olivia.

The other great-granddaughter of Hailee.

The day Father realized, I felt it. His eyes on changed. They no longer shone with pride—they grew cold. The warmth vanished. The special als, the words of encouragent, the hand resting proudly on my shoulder... all of it disappeared.

And just like that, I was nothing again.

The pack whispered about Olivia even though they had never seen her. I overheard mocking whispers—how I wasn’t worthy enough, so the Moon Goddess had granted another... a female younger than . In our pack, Olivia beca a subject of reverence even though they never t her, never laid eyes on her. She had done nothing for them, while I, the one healing them with herbs and redies, beca the mistake. I beca the other great-granddaughter.

My wolf growled low inside , the pain of those mories clawing at my chest.

That was the day I learned to hate her.

Not just because she took my father’s and the pack’s admiration. Not just because she was chosen. But because she had everything I had once dread of—everything I believed belonged to .

The abilities.

The power.

The love.

All of it... hers.

And mine?

Nothing.

I let out a slow breath and pushed back against the link. "You think I’m betraying you?" I sneered.

There was a long pause. Then Lennox’s sharp voice ca through. "You have been acting strange. Why should we trust you?"

I smiled, but it was a small, hard smile. "Do you think I ca here to make friends?" I answered. "Do you think I’m cozying up to him because I fell in love with him?"

"No," Louis said, suspicious. "Then what?"

"For the sa reason you brought in," I said, and my words were slow so they could not twist them. "Revenge. A chance to take what was stolen from my family." I let that settle in their minds. "You forget one thing. I did not co here because you three asked to. I ca because I want him dead—because he took from what he had no right to take."

Levi’s voice humd in my head. "So why flirt? Why act like you are into him?"

"Because to get close to him I had to be close," I said plainly. "Because if he slls a trap too early, we fail. If I act distant, he will never drink my blood. If I act warm, he trusts more. That is the plan. Have you forgotten the plan?"

Silence answered for a mont. Then Lennox warned, "We will be watching."

"Good," I said. "Watch. But don’t think I’m here for you. I am here for myself. To avenge my mother’s death." My wolf snarled in my bones, torn between my revenge and the mate bond.

"If you think I will betray you," I added, voice low, "then you can co do it yourself. I am your weapon. Treat like one, or I will remind you why you needed ."

The link went quiet again. I could feel their minds circling, trying to decide if they trusted . It was easy to tell I had rattled them.

I didn’t let them speak as I ended the mind link and sucked in a deep breath, feeling exhausted and worn out from the pleasurable sex. I collapsed on the bed, closed my eyes, and covered myself with the blanket. I rolled onto my side, curling under the blanket. My body still humd with the leftover heat of what had just happened, but my mind was restless.

I hated him.

I hated myself more.

And yet, when I closed my eyes, the picture that ca to wasn’t of my mother, or of my father’s cold face. It was of him.

Lord Frederick.

I’d only been near him for a short ti, but already he had slipped into my blood like a poison. On the outside he was cold, his voice like steel, his eyes like ice—but to , he felt... different. Warm, even. Or maybe that was just the mate bond twisting my senses, making a monster look like a savior.

I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to still the frantic beat of my heart. He was a vampire. Three hundred years old. Everything about him should have repulsed . But damn it, he was so hot—broad-shouldered, tall, built like a man in his early thirties, with a face carved from temptation itself.

He was exactly the kind of mate I’d always dread of, the kind that made your skin burn and your wolf howl. The kind you want even when you’re supposed to hate him. The kind you fantasize about late at night when no one’s watching.

My fingers curled in the sheets as my mind betrayed , conjuring images I had no business thinking about—his mouth, his hands, the way his body moved against mine.

I squeezed my eyes shut. No. Stop it.

This was the enemy. This was the man I was ant to destroy.

But the images kept coming, hotter, deeper.

And then—

A sharp sound snapped back to reality.

Loud voices downstairs.

I sat up quickly, my wolf pricking her ears. The murmur rose into shouting, then broke off, replaced by the thud of footsteps. Sothing was happening.

I pushed the blanket off, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. My heart pounded, the haze of my fantasies scattering like smoke.

"What’s happening?" I muttered under my breath, moving toward the door.