Selene's POV
I sat at the edge of my bed, trying to focus on what my friend Daniel was saying, but my thoughts kept drifting. Everything had been chaos these past few days: Olivia's ritual, Lennox's condition, the constant tension in the air.
Daniel placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "You're thinking about him again, aren't you?"
I sighed, not bothering to deny it. "He is my mate, but I have to hate him, Daniel."
Daniel gave a half-smile. "You sure about that? Because your voice just softened when you said his name."
I frowned at him, but before I could reply, a familiar, faint scent drifted through the air—musky, strong, unforgettable.
Frederick.
My heart skipped painfully. I turned sharply toward the door, pulse racing. I didn't even need to check. My wolf stirred uneasily inside me. He's here.
Daniel followed my gaze. "What's wrong?"
"He's here," I whispered. "Frederick."
Daniel straightened, already sensing the tension in my voice. "Do you want me to leave?"
