Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 428

Chapter 428: A child I never Knew

Selene’s POV

With my breath panting, I hurried downstairs, my bare feet hitting the polished floor. My heart was still racing, but this time it wasn’t from Frederick’s touch—it was from the loud voices echoing through the manor.

This was strange.

Frederick’s home was always silent, almost unnaturally so. One thing I had learned since being here was that he hated noise. He loved quietness, the kind of silence that made you feel like even the walls were holding their breath.

But now... that silence was gone.

The voices grew louder as I neared the grand hall. Deep, angry, commanding tones mixed with nervous replies. My wolf’s ears perked inside me, restless, uneasy.

"What’s happening?" I whispered under my breath, clutching the banister as I came down the staircase.

I froze halfway down the stairs when I saw a maid slumped against the wall, blood spilling from the side of her neck. My heart jumped, my wolf snarling inside me.

And then I saw Frederick standing in the center of the hall, one hand clamped firmly around the arm of a boy who struggled against his grip. The child couldn’t have been more than five. His lips were smeared with red blood, fangs still bared as he hissed and kicked at the air.

"HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I WARNED YOU?" Frederick’s voice thundered, echoing through the vast manor. His eyes blazed red as he glared at the trembling housekeeper. "NEVER—never leave his door open!"

My breath caught as my gaze shifted back to the boy. His features... gods. The sharp cheekbones, the deep sea-blue eyes, the faint curl of his white hair—it was like looking at a smaller version of Frederick himself.

A cold shiver ran through me.

Was this... his son?

How had I never seen him? Never even heard of him?

The boy caught sight of me at that moment. His fangs glistened, his bloodstained lips curling into a mocking sneer. "Another woman warming my father’s bed?" he spat, his voice cruelly mature for his young age.

My eyes widened, shock rooting me to the step.

Frederick stiffened instantly, his gaze snapping to me. For the first time since I’d known him, I saw a flicker of panic in his eyes. His jaw clenched, his grip on the boy tightening until the child hissed in pain.

"Enough!" Frederick roared. His voice shook the hall, his aura spilling heavy as stone. He turned on the boy, his expression sharp with fury. "You will not speak like that in my house. You will learn respect!"

The boy only smirked, fangs still bared.

Frederick’s chest heaved. His hand lashed out, gripping the boy’s chin tight enough to make him wince. "Guard!" he barked. Two shadows moved from the edges of the hall. "Take him to his room. Lock it. I will think of a good punishment for his actions."

The boy struggled, growling, but the guards dragged him away. His eyes never left mine, burning with a hatred far too old for his young face.

The moment they disappeared down the corridor, the manor seemed to breathe again.

I swallowed hard and glanced at the maid, her pale skin damp with sweat. She was human. She would die if someone didn’t help her soon.

Without thinking, I rushed forward, crouching beside her. "Here," I whispered, pressing my hand to her wound. My mind ticked fast, already recalling the herbs, the mixtures, the remedies I had memorized since I was a girl.

I looked up at Frederick. His expression was stony, unreadable, his eyes locked on me.

"I can help her," I said firmly. My voice shook, but only slightly. "Let me."

Frederick’s eyes narrowed, studying me as if weighing every word. Finally, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Are you a healer?" he asked, his tone filled with curiosity.

The question caught me off guard. My throat tightened. "No... not a healer," I admitted quickly. "But I know herbs. Remedies. I can stop the bleeding until—"

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