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 na."

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 . 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 to leave?"

I hesitated, then an idea ford, 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 ."

"What?" Daniel blinked. "You an—"

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

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

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

He sighed. "Alright. What do you want to do?"

I looked toward the door again. The footsteps were closer now. "Just... play along," I whispered.

Before I could lose my nerve, I leaned in and kissed him.

It was awkward, rushed, but the mont our lips touched, the door burst open.

And there he was.

Frederick stood frozen in the doorway, his expression one I’d never forget—shock, pain, disbelief, and rage all tangled together.

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

I couldn’t.

So I kissed Daniel again, even though every part of scread against it—my heart, my body, my wolf.

Because I had to make him believe.

Suddenly, Frederick’s hand gripped my arm, yanking away from Daniel so fast I barely had ti to breathe.

"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted, pushing at his chest, trying to free myself.

His voice ca out low and sharp. "What am I doing? The better question is, who the hell is he?"

I t his glare head-on, even though my heart was pounding. "This is Daniel," I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. "My boyfriend. I told you I have a boyfriend."

For a mont, the room was silent. Frederick just stared at , his chest rising and falling heavily. Then a bitter laugh escaped him, rough and broken. "Your boyfriend," he repeated slowly. "A boyfriend you couldn’t give your virginity to."

His words stung, but I lifted my chin. "You have no right to question , Frederick. What we had was a mistake."

"It wasn’t a mistake for !" he roared, slamming his hand against the wall beside . The sound made flinch, though I refused to look away.

"Please," I whispered, my voice trembling despite my defiance. "Just leave."

He didn’t move. Instead, he turned to Daniel, his eyes cold. "Get out."

Daniel froze, glancing at for guidance. "Maybe I should—"

"No," I said quickly, stepping forward. "You don’t have to—"

But Daniel sighed. "It’s fine, Selene. I’ll step outside." He gave a look—part worry, part warning—before walking out and quietly closing the door behind him.

The second the door clicked, Frederick turned back to .

"Frederick—"

I didn’t get to finish.

He was already in front of , pressing against the wall. My breath caught in my throat. His body towered over mine, his eyes burning like wildfire.

"Let go," I said, pushing against his chest, but his grip didn’t loosen.

He wasn’t hurting , but his presence was overwhelming, consuming.

His voice dropped low. "You think you can replace that easily? You think he can touch what’s mine?"

My heart skipped. "Yours?" I spat back, anger and fear twisting together inside . "I was never yours. What happened between us was an act for ."

His eyes darkened further. "It wasn’t for , Selene!"

"I don’t care," I shot back, my voice breaking. "I acted as if I liked you because I wanted to get closer so I could kill you." I spat on his face.

He stopped. His breathing slowed, his expression shifting from anger to pain.

My wolf stirred painfully inside , whimpering, caught between anger and longing.

I hated this.

I hated that my body still rembered him—the warmth of his touch, the way his voice used to soften when he said my na.

He leaned closer, his breath brushing against my cheek. "I love you, Selene. Tell you don’t," he murmured. "Look in the eyes and tell you don’t still love ."

I swallowed hard, my voice trapped sowhere between my heart and my throat.

And I couldn’t say it.

Not because I didn’t want to, but because the truth was already written in the way my heart raced beneath his touch.

Frederick’s hand was still braced against the wall beside my head, his body close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him. My pulse pounded in my ears.

"Say it," he whispered, his voice low and rough. "Tell you don’t love ."

I wanted to. Moon Goddess, I wanted to scream it.

But the words wouldn’t co.

Instead, my breath ca out shaky, and when I finally t his eyes, everything in trembled. There was no anger left in them—only pain, longing, and that familiar pull that had always drawn to him, no matter how much I tried to fight it.

His thumb brushed against my cheek. I didn’t move. Couldn’t.

"Frederick..." I breathed, but it ca out as a plea instead of a warning.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against my lips. "Tell to stop," he murmured.

I didn’t.

And then his mouth was on mine.

The kiss was fierce, desperate, as if he’d been holding it back for years. My hands pushed at his chest at first, weakly, but the mont his lips softened, everything inside lted.

My fingers gripped his shirt, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. He deepened the kiss, one hand sliding around my waist, the other cupping the back of my neck.

Every thought, every reason to resist, vanished.

All I could feel was him.