Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 437

Chapter 437: Three Hours

Selene’s POV

Cold water slammed across my face and yanked me 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 me like lightning. Something was wrong.

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

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

Another man laughed, circling me 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 me here, you’re—"

The sound of footsteps cut me off. Slow. Heavy. Confident. The men 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 men hesitated for only a moment before they bowed slightly and hurried out, shutting the door behind them.

Silence filled the room.

The man finally looked at me. 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 name 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."

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