Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 510

Chapter 510: The Truth

Selene’s POV

I didn’t move. "What are you going to do?"

"Help you speak to the one who has been waiting for you," she said simply.

My chest tightened. "My mother."

"Yes."

I turned to Frederick, but he was already by the wall, his eyes fixed on me.

"This isn’t safe," I whispered.

"Neither is living a lie," he said quietly.

I swallowed hard and sat down. The chair creaked under my weight. The witch began to hum, a low sound that vibrated through the air. She took a small vial from the shelf and poured a drop of thick, black liquid into the silver bowl. The water hissed, steam rising in slow, curling ribbons.

"Look into the water," she commanded.

My fingers trembled as I leaned forward. The surface rippled. For a moment, all I saw was my reflection—pale, tired, scared. Then the image shifted.

The smoke thickened. A face appeared—familiar eyes, gentle smile, long dark hair. My heart stopped.

"Mother?" I whispered.

Her image flickered, then steadied. "Selene," she said, her voice soft, echoing like a memory.

Tears filled my eyes instantly. "It’s really you..."

"I don’t have long," she said quickly, her gaze full of sadness. "Listen to me, my star. Everything they told you about my death—it’s not true."

My breath caught. "You mean... Father didn’t—"

"It was your father," she interrupted. "He feared I would reveal his plans—his dealings with the dark packs. Your father is a monster, Selene. He kidnaps little girls and sells them to the dark packs. When I discovered the truth, he paid one of Frederick’s maids to poison me, to make it look like Frederick killed me."

I shook my head violently. "No... no, that can’t be true."

Her expression softened. "He’s changed you, Selene. But it’s not too late. Don’t let his hatred guide your heart. You were meant for more than revenge."

The image began to fade, the smoke swirling faster.

"Wait!" I cried, reaching out. "Please, don’t go!"

But her voice was already fading. "Now you know the truth. Trust the bond fate gave you. He isn’t your enemy..."

And then she was gone.

The bowl went still. The cabin was silent except for the sound of my own heartbeat.

I stared at the water, trembling. Frederick slowly approached, his voice low. "Are you okay?" He tried touching me, but I pulled away—not because I didn’t want him to touch me, but because I hated myself.

I turned to him, tears streaking down my cheeks. I couldn’t breathe. My whole body felt like it was burning from the inside out. "All my life," I said through shaking breaths, "I was trained to kill you. To hate you. To make you pay for something you never did. And the person who murdered my mother..." My voice cracked. "It was my own father!"

The pain ripped out of me like a scream. I wanted to hit something, to break something—but instead, I just sank to my knees. The tears came fast and hot, spilling down my cheeks before I could stop them.

Frederick moved toward me slowly, his steps careful, like I was something fragile. When he reached me, he knelt and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Selene," he said softly.

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