Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 428: A child | never Knew

Selene’s POV

With my breath panting, | hurried downstairs, my bare feet hitting the polished floor. My heart was still racing,

but this tit wasn’t from Frederick’s touch—it was from the loud voices echoing through the manor.

This was strange.

Frederick's hwas always silent, almost unnaturally so. One thing | 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 | neared the grand hall. Deep, angry, commanding tones mixed with nervous replies.

My wolf's ears perked inside me, restless, uneasy.

"What's happening?" | whispered under my breath, clutching the banister as | cdown the staircase.

| froze halfway down the stairs when | 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 | 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 | 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 ofat 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 rootingto the step.

Frederick stiffened instantly, his gaze snapping to me. For the first tsince I'd known him, | 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.

| 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, | rushed forward, crouching beside her. "Here," | whispered, pressing my hand to her wound.

My mind ticked fast, already recalling the herbs, the mixtures, the remedies | had memorized since | was a girl.

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

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

Frederick's eyes narrowed, studyingas 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 caughtoff guard. My throat tightened. "No... not a healer," | admitted quickly. "But | know

herbs. Remedies. | can stop the bleeding until—"

He cutoff with a shake of his head. "Don’t bother." His voice was cold and dismissive. "A healer has already

been called. She'll be here soon."

| froze, my hands still pressing over the maid's wound. My chest burned with something heavy. Slowly, | lowered

my gaze, pulling back as his words sank into me.

It wasn't just rejection. It was dismissal.

He didn’t trust me. Didn't need me.

| stood there, silent, as he turned and walked away. His steps were steady, unhurried, as though none of this

chaos had touched him.

| looked down at the maid again, at the pale skin, the blood still seeping between her fingers. If Olivia had been

here...

My jaw tightened. If it had been Olivia, she could've healed this maid in a heartbeat. She was the chosen one.

The blessed one. The one who carried the goddess’s light.

Me?

| was nothing more than the girl with herbs, nothing else.

The bitterness | had buried deep stirred again, sharp and poisonous.

Even here, even now, Olivia's shadow still swallowedwhole.

| stayed crouched beside the maid a moment longer, my fingers trembling as | pressed the cloth against her

wound. Just as Frederick had said, the healer walked in.

| rose slowly, brushing my bloody hands on my dress, and turned away. My first instinct was to go to my room, to

shut the door, to bury myself under blankets and force my wolf silent.

But the mate bond wouldn't let me.

It was like a rope pulling at my chest,

a tug that grew stronger with every

step | tried to take 2iehyfrom him.

My, Hol eRed inside me, whining,

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| clenched my jaw. No. | had promised myself this would not happen again. | had promised myself | was in

control.

But another thought slid in, dark and sharp.

If | wanted Frederick to drink from me—if | wanted this plan to work—I had to get close. Not just close. Good.

Trustworthy. Desirable.

| had to be in a good relationship with him.

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"Prepare a cup of coffee," | ordered softly, but firmly. "The way Lord Frederick likes it. Bring it to me."

She hesitated only a moment before hurrying off. | stood still, arms folded, forcing my heart to slow, forcing my

face into calmness.

When she returned with the steaming mug, | took it carefully, my fingers tightening around the porcelain. My

wolf stirred again, purring now instead of growling.

This was the way. This was how I'd get him to trust me. Acting like | cared.

Without thinking twice, | walked to his office. The carved wood was heavy with his scent. Usually | would knock.

Usually | would hesitate.

But now | didn’t.

| pushed the door open and stepped inside.

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"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice low, unreadable.

| held the cup a little tighter and walked toward him, my heart hammering.

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