Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 261

261 Second Chance Mate

261 Second Chance Mate

“She’s even more beautiful in person…”

I gave her a soft, sad smile in return. “Thank you.”

I swallowed hard, trying to compose myself, feeling hundreds of eyes drink me in.

Beautiful.

No, no, no.

The hall was enormous, and every single guest was dressed in deep wine colors, elegant gowns and sharp suits, adorned with jewels and silks. A soft hum of whispers rose in the air as I stepped in beside my brother, and I suddenly realized–he hadn’t invited just anyone. This was a gathering of elites. High–ranking Alphas. Beta families. Witches. Warlocks. Nobles. Creatures from every corner of the supernatural world.

I stiffened, my breath catching in my throat.

He walked over, extending his arm with a smirk. “It’s time.”

But even then… I could still feel his gaze burning on the back of my neck.

Whispers echoed from the corners.

At this moment, I missed Nora and Lolita. My closest friends. My sisters in spirit. They should’ve been here, fussing over my makeup and helping me into my dress while teasing me about the night ahead.

Curious? I wasn’t so sure. His stare felt deeper than curiosity–it felt… knowing. Like he could see things others couldn’t. Like he knew me.

My blonde hair had been pulled into a neat bun, delicately adorned with silver pins that shimmered in the light. My face was softly dusted with powder and highlighted in all the right places, giving me a glowing, flawless finish. A bold red lipstick settled on my lips, making me look like someone I barely recognized in the mirror.

She howled.

Everyone’s eyes were on me, but mine snapped to the doors.

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Lanterns floated, casting a warm golden glow over

Courtyard. Guards stood along

the path, dressed sharply, their expressions respectful as they bowed slightly when we passed. Everything looked pristine–elegant and regal.

“He’s not a threat,” Calvin added calmly. “He’s just curious.”

I clenched my jaw, trying to bury the feelings. But my wolf wouldn’t stop howling. She wasn’t confused. She was certain our mate was here.

“Come in,” I said.

Calvin squeezed my hand. “You ready?”

I nodded, though my throat was dry. “As I’ll ever be.”

Calvin followed my gaze. “Him?” he murmured. “He’s a vampire. One of the oldest. From the High Bloodline Council.”

We reached a raised platform at the center of the room. A single table stood there, dressed in rich velvet and gold accents, clearly reserved for me.

No.

He leaned down to whisper, “You’re doing great. They’re already mesmerized.”

All eyes turned to us as we stepped in.

The room spun. My stomach dropped.

With a smile that was meant to reassure me, he led me out of the room.

A tall, handsome man, standing near the back, away from the main crowd. Pale skin, sharp features, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. His eyes… impossibly dark, like an endless night. He didn’t smile. He didn’t blink. He just… stared.

My breath caught in my throat as the air between us thickened with tension. My wolf was practically dancing, crying out to them with an emotion I didn’t know how to silence.

I let out a slow breath. “A little.”

“Is that her?”

Because no matter how I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about the triplets.

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I gave a small, grateful smile, then turned my gaze across the room again–until my eyes landed on him.

“The lost one?”

Before I could drown further in my thoughts, a knock landed softly on the door.

“Wow…” he said finally, stepping inside. “You look absolutely breathtaking.”

But deep down, my heart ached.

The door opened… and silence fell inside.

The evening air was cool, brushing against my skin as we walked. I glanced around, taking in the unfamiliar view. This territory… this home… it was supposed to be mine, yet it still felt like a dream I hadn’t quite woken from.

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