Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 427

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 slammed 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 me... 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 me, not when their precious mate must have soiled my name to them. My frown deepened. I hated her. I hated her perfect life.

We shared the same 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 me? 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 something rare. I could mix herbs and make remedies. 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 me. He looked at me with pride. With admiration. With love.

For a while, I believed it too.

He treated me so well. Better than anyone else. I was his star, his chosen. His voice softened when he spoke to me. 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 became clearer. My gift was rare, yes—but it wasn’t the power. It wasn’t the fulfillment 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 me changed. They no longer shone with pride—they grew cold. The warmth vanished. The special meals, the words of encouragement, 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 me. In our pack, Olivia became a subject of reverence even though they never met her, never laid eyes on her. She had done nothing for them, while I, the one healing them with herbs and remedies, became the mistake. I became the other great-granddaughter.

My wolf growled low inside me, the pain of those memories 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 dreamed of—everything I believed belonged to me.

The abilities.

The power.

The love.

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