Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 435

Chapter 435: Taken

Lord Frederick’s POV

"Selene!"

Her name ripped from my throat before I could stop myself. I shoved past Olivia, the echo of the door slamming behind me. My boots pounded against the floor, the sharp sound chasing her retreat down the corridor. She was fast, but not fast enough to outrun me. She never could.

I caught her wrist at the top of the stairs. Her body jolted, stiffening, her breath ragged as she turned on me with eyes that were—hurt, betrayed, and so goddamn alluring.

"Let go of me!" she snapped, yanking at my grip. "I don’t want to hear another word from you. Not one."

I tightened my hold instead, dragging her closer. Her scent coiled around me—sharp, wild, intoxicating. It made my chest ache, made the hunger in me roar.

"You think this is easy for me?" I bit out, my voice low and rough. "You think I used you?"

She laughed, but it was angry, bitter. "What else was I? A fling, remember? A mistake? You said it yourself!" Her chest rose and fell hard, her lips trembling. "All you wanted was to fuck me. Again and again. And like a fool, I allowed you. And when you whispered you were falling—"

Her voice cracked, and she cut herself off. But I heard it. I knew what she almost said. I had no idea she heard me saying that. I thought she had fallen asleep.

Damn her. Damn me.

I pulled her flush against me as I hugged her, my heart hammering with a rage I didn’t know how to aim. At her. At myself. At the truth clawing at my insides.

"You drive me mad," I growled, my breath hot against her hair. "What do I do, Selene... I have fallen for you."

She angrily pushed me away, her eyes flickering, pain flashing in her eyes. "Then why lie? Why call me nothing? Why parade your marriage to her in front of me?"

Because I had to.

Because admitting the truth—that she was the one who set fire to my veins—would ruin everything I’d built.

I shoved the thought down, hard, forcing my voice to turn cold again as I took another step towards her. "Because you are dangerous, Selene. I can’t love the way I love you... Olivia is the perfect one for me."

Her breath hitched, her body stiffening. For a second, I thought she would snap, spit on my face. But instead, she shoved me away with a strength that surprised even me.

Her frown deepened. "Then let me go."

And before I could react, she spun and bolted down the stairs, leaving me with my chest heaving, my fists clenched, and one truth I couldn’t escape:

I couldn’t let her go.

Not now.

Not ever.

I stumbled back into my room, slamming the door shut behind me. My hands gripped the edge of the table so tightly the wood creaked. My chest rose and fell in harsh bursts.

What was I doing?

Selene’s scent still clung to me, burning in my veins, rattling my thoughts. I had wanted to push her away. I had needed to—for Olivia, for the plan, for the prophecy that promised the greatest supernatural heir if I married the "perfect one."

But the moment she looked at me with those wild, hurt eyes, everything inside me had cracked.

I dragged a hand over my face, sinking down on the chair, elbows on my knees. "Damn it," I muttered under my breath. "Do I let Olivia go? Do I give up the future I’ve built for a woman who..."

I swallowed hard.

A woman I had hopelessly fallen in love with.

The thought alone made my chest ache.

If I kept Olivia, I would have the power, the child, and the legacy. But with Selene, I would have the fire—the maddening, consuming fire that made me feel alive for the first time in decades.

My head pounded. The choice suffocated me, making it difficult to breathe.

And then—

A hurried, frantic knock shattered my thoughts.

"What?" I barked, fuming with rage.

"Lord Frederick—" a panicked voice came from the other side, breathless.

I shot to my feet, my anger flaring. "I said, what is it?"

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