Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 437: Three Hours

Selene’s POV

Cold water slamd across my face and yanked 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 like lightning. Sothing was wrong.

I tried to shift—to call on my wolf—but the mont I did, fire burned around my throat. My body convulsed, and I scread. My wolf whimpered inside , 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 tal, but the contact alone made my skin sizzle. My breath ca out ragged as laughter echoed from the corner of the room.

"Well, look who’s finally awake," one of the n 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 . "What do you want?"

Another man laughed, circling 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."

I bared my teeth, my body trembling from both anger and pain. "If you think you can keep here, you’re—"

The sound of footsteps cut off. Slow. Heavy. Confident. The n instantly straightened, their laughter dying as they turned toward the door.

A figure stepped inside. He moved with authority, dressed in 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 enough to make my blood run cold.

"Leave us," he said quietly.

His voice was smooth, deep, and commanding—the kind that didn’t need to be raised to inspire fear. The masked n hesitated for only a mont before they bowed slightly and hurried out, shutting the door behind them.

Silence filled the room.

The man finally looked at . His 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 his gaze.

A slow, cruel smile spread across his face. "Selene," he said, my na rolling off his tongue like poison wrapped in silk. "I’ve heard so much about you."

I glared at him, every muscle in my body tense. "Who the fuck are you?"

His grin widened, revealing sharp fangs. "Oh, patience... you will know soon."

He casually took a seat in front of and sat down calmly. My frown deepened as I glared at him. I didn’t need to be told—I knew he was one of those power-seeking vampires. They are one of the reasons I don’t leave my pack; they find my blood so tasty.

He leaned forward in the chair, his red eyes glowing brighter in the dim light. "Let’s skip the gas, shall we?" he said smoothly, his voice calm but deadly. "I’m not here to kill you, Selene. I’m here to offer you a deal."

My jaw clenched. "A deal?"

"Yes," he said, crossing one leg over the other, his posture relaxed—too relaxed. "Either you allow to feed from you willingly until I am satisfied..." His lips curved into a slow, cruel smile. "...or I drain your blood into a bottle and take my ti savoring it later."

I froze, my stomach twisting in disgust.

I could have allowed him to feed because I could poison my blood, but with my wolf trapped, I won’t be able to do that.

He tilted his head, watching my reaction like a cat watching a trapped mouse. "Your blood," he murmured, "is special. Rare. A perfect mix of wolf, human, and vampire. Do you know what that makes you, Selene? Power in liquid form."

I spat on the ground between us. "I’ll never let you feed from ."

His smirk didn’t fade; rather, he looked more excited than before. "Then you’ll die. Slowly."

I lifted my chin, glaring at him even though my body trembled. "I know," I hissed. "If you feed from , you’ll beco unstoppable. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Power. But I’d rather die than give it to you."

His eyes narrowed slightly, his fangs glinting as he leaned closer. "Such bravery... or stupidity. I can’t decide which."

I turned my face away, my jaw tight. He is not the first vampire to want what’s in my veins. He won’t be the last. But then I thought of soone who once refused it—my throat tightening as Frederick flashed in my mind. I rembered when I told him to feed from , to take what he needed. He refused. He said he wouldn’t be able to stop. He said he’d kill if he did. He cared so much. Despite being a vampire and knowing how my blood could make him more powerful, he refused simply because he cared for ..

My chest ached. Was he looking for now? Or did he think I’d run away? The thought hurt so much. I missed him. I would do anything to see him right now.

The vampire chuckled darkly, breaking through my thoughts. "Ah... there it is," he said softly, his tone mocking. "That little flicker in your eyes. You’re thinking of soone, aren’t you? Soone who had the chance to taste you—and didn’t."

I shot him a deadly glare, saying nothing.

He smiled wider, pleased by my silence. "Don’t worry," he whispered, rising to his feet. "If he was foolish enough not to taste you, I’ll be sure to make up for it."

He brushed his fingers lightly under my chin, forcing my head up. His touch was cold—unnaturally cold.

"By the ti I’m done," he murmured, "he’ll wish he’d drained you himself."

My heart pounded, fear twisting into anger. I wanted to kill him. But I couldn’t even shift. And that helplessness hurt worse than the magic choking my neck.

He smirked at . "You have three hours to make the decision: allow to feed willingly on you, or I’ll drain your blood into bottles."