SELENA“What are you doing?” My voice cracks as I scream, chest heaving, panic rushing through every inch of me. Stephen’s hands rough and unrelenting tear at my clothes like they’re nothing but paper. Threads rip. Buttons scatter. Cold air bites at my skin.“Please don’t! Please!” I sob, the words tumbling out of my mouth as hot tears spill down my cheeks. I’m shaking now, trembling so hard my teeth nearly chatter, but it’s not from the cold it’s fear.“I’m your sister!” I cry, over and over like a broken record. “I’m your sister!” Maybe if I say it enough, it’ll snap him out of whatever madness is burning behind his eyes. Maybe he’ll stop.But there’s no recognition in his gaze. No guilt. No hesitation.Just hunger.Raw. Burning. Twisted hunger.His eyes rake over my body like he’s starving like I’m the feast and he hasn’t eaten in years. It makes my skin crawl. Shame and confusion twist deep in my gut as I try to cover myself with shaking hands, but there’s nothing left to hide beh
SELENAThe weight of him pressed against me, warm and suffocating.I shifted beneath him, trying to slide free, but Stephen was too heavy like a mountain of heat and flesh keeping me pinned in place. My muscles ached as I pushed against his chest again. Nothing. My strength was failing me. I could feel the fog creeping in, slow and heavy, wrapping around my brain like vines pulling me under.No, I couldn’t fall asleep. Not here. Not like this.But it was too late.Darkness swallowed me whole.**********When I opened my eyes, sunlight poured through the tiny window above me, lighting the dusty air with a hazy golden glow. The birds outside chirped softly too cheerful for the mess I felt inside.I was alone.I blinked, turning my head slowly. The corner where the iron chain used to be coiled around my ankle… it was empty. My breath caught.The chain was gone.I sat up quickly too quickly. Pain shot between my legs, raw and sharp, and I gasped, grabbing the edge of the wooden bed for su
ROWANI paced my office like a trapped animal, my hands tangled in my hair, frustration rising with each second. The Alpha had cornered me. He wanted Selena out of that forest, and he wanted her fast. But how the hell was I supposed to pull that off without Stephen sniffing me out?He knows my scent. He knows I’m the only one who’s ever known where Selena is. If I so much as take a step near that forest, he’ll smell me from miles away.“Think, Rowan,” I muttered, pressing my palms into my temples. “Think.”There had to be another way. Another hand to play. Someone who could move through Stephen’s shadow without drawing attention. Someone he wouldn’t suspect.And then it hit me Adam.Of course.Stephen’s cousin. His rival in everything, especially when it came to Selena. I’d seen the way Adam looked at her, the way he fought that day she was taken desperate, reckless, bleeding. He wasn’t strong enough then, but I bet he hadn’t stopped searching for ways to get to her.He was fearless…
ADAM“I don’t trust you,” I said flatly, stepping closer to Rowan, my eyes narrowing.He didn’t flinch, but I saw it the slight twitch in his jaw, the way his fingers curled into fists by his side. He was nervous.“I know you’re my brother’s friend, Rowan. Which means you’d do anything for him. So tell me what’s stopping you from rescuing Selena just to hand her back to Stephen?”The silence that followed was thick with tension. Rowan swallowed hard, his voice cracking when he finally spoke.“My family…” he said. “They’ll kill my family if I don’t do this. I don’t have a choice. Please… I’m begging you.”There it was. Fear pure and wolf drenched in desperation. I believed him, but belief wasn’t enough.“I’ll help,” I said, my voice cold, calculated. “But I’m going with you. I want to see it with my own eyes when you hand her over to Alpha Kingsley.”His shoulders dropped, and he nodded without hesitation.But I already knew I wasn’t letting Selena go. Not again.As soon as she was in
SELENAThe wind whistled in my ears, and my heart thudded with every stride Adam took. His arms were strong around me—secure, protective, like nothing in the world could touch me as long as he held me. I buried my face in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent of pine and something darker. Safety.“We’re here,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.I hesitated, but slowly cracked my eyes open. Sunlight spilled over us like a golden river, blinding me for a second. Then he lowered me gently to the ground, and my toes sank into cool grass. I looked around, blinking against the sudden brightness.It wasn’t where I expected.A field stretched out ahead, kissed by the morning sun. Trees swayed softly in the breeze, their leaves rustling a lullaby. The air here felt different crisper, freer. I could breathe again.I turned to him, brows knit. “Where are we?”He smiled, stepping closer, and brushed a strand of hair from my face. “My house.”My breath caught. “Your house? In your pack
SELENA“Selena, we’re here.”Adam’s voice was soft, but it pulled me out of the fog of sleep. I blinked, lifting my head from his shoulder, the warmth of his body still lingering on my cheek. My eyes adjusted to the sunlight pouring through the car window and then I saw it.The mansion.Stone walls, familiar windows, tall arched doors that whispered memories with every glance. I was home.Alpha Kingsley’s house.My throat tightened. I hadn’t stepped foot here in what felt like forever, but the sight of it still made something in me unclench. For the first time in a long while, I felt… safe.I stepped out of the car, barefoot against the polished stones, and inhaled deeply. The air here was different clean, soft, warm like an embrace.Adam stepped beside me, watching me closely, as if reading the storm of emotions dancing in my eyes. I turned and threw my arms around him without thinking. He caught me, solid and steady.“I’m home,” I whispered into his chest.A flurry of motion caught
SELENAThe soft rustle of my gown trailed behind me as I descended the staircase, the satin fabric brushing against my legs like whispers in the air. I had just changed into my princess attire, hoping for a moment of peace, when I heard Adam’s voice rise from the Alpha’s office.“I want to take Selena out of this pack,” he said, his voice low but firm. “She’s suffered enough at the hands of my brother.”My breath caught. I froze, then quickly ducked behind one of the stone pillars lining the hall. My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I pressed my back against the cool marble. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but how could I walk away now?From my hidden spot, I could see Alpha Kingsley sitting behind his desk, his face carved in stone. His jaw tightened, and something flickered in his eyes. Pain? Resistance? Maybe both.“She can’t leave,” he said after a pause, his voice heavy with emotion. “She’s my daughter.”“No,” Adam said, quieter now, but unflinching. “She’s not. She’s Beta Luca’s dau
STEPHENThe trees whispered as I walked into the forest. Cold air brushed against my skin, but it wasn’t the wind that made my fists clench. It was rage—pure and unfiltered.I returned to the cabin.The place where I’d kept Selena.My Selena.The wooden door barely hung on its hinges now, busted open like it had been kicked in. Inside, the chaos screamed of a struggle—scattered blankets, shattered glass. He’d been here. He’d taken her.Dropping to one knee, I pressed my palm against the cold floor, feeling for the heat of footsteps still lingering. Closing my eyes, I let my wolf take over. My senses sharpened, color draining from the world as everything bled into scent hot, fresh, and frantic.His scent. He ran to the right.He really thought he could escape me.With my Selena?I took off, shifting partially enough to let Kael rise in my mind, to run faster. My claws itched under my skin.The trail led to a house tucked deep into the woods. I skidded to a stop, growling. Who the hell
SELENAWe headed into the sewing room, laughing softly about fabric choices and color patterns. The room smelled faintly of fresh linen and thread, cozy and warm under the golden ceiling lights. I was just about to pull out a bolt of silk when my phone buzzed sharply against the wooden table.I froze.A shiver rippled down my spine, cold and unwelcome.I didn’t have to look to know who it was.My heart slammed against my ribs as I slowly turned my head.There it was a message. From him.My fingers trembled as they hovered over the screen.Why couldn’t he just leave me alone?Why couldn’t he understand that I wasn't my father?That I wasn’t the one who destroyed his mother's life?Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, blurring my vision. I blinked them back fiercely. Not today. Not when I had worked so hard to build something new.Yet a small, traitorous part of me still wanted to know what he had said. My hand inched toward the phone.Before I could reach it, Angela snatched it up an
ADAMThe moment we arrived at the palace, I didn’t waste a second. I escorted Selena straight to her quarters, my hand gently guiding her trembling form. Tonight, I wasn’t leaving her alone not even for a moment.At the threshold of her room, I hesitated, watching her. She looked so small, so fragile. Her hands shook uncontrollably, and silent tears streamed down her cheeks. Ever since Selena arrived at my pack, she had been nothing but light and laughter always smiling, always trying. But tonight... just one message had shattered all of that.I sat down beside her bed, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. She flinched at the touch, then slowly relaxed when she realized it was me."Everything’s going to be okay, Selena," I whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I promise you I won’t let anything happen to you."She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. I wasn’t sure if she believed me, but it didn’t matter. I had already made up my mind. Stephen wasn’t ge
SELENAThe phone buzzed again, a short, sharp vibration against the floor.I couldn’t bring myself to pick it up. I sat frozen, my hands stiff in my lap, the air around me thinning until it felt like I was breathing through a straw.If it’s him…If it’s really Stephen...He’ll come for me.He always does.I didn’t even hear Angela at first not until her warm hand closed gently around my wrist."Selena," she said softly, her brows drawn together in concern. "I think we should take a break."Her voice was kind, steady, like an anchor in the middle of the storm raging inside me. I let her guide me to a chair nearby, the sewing tools forgotten on the table. She crouched down in front of me, squeezing my hands."Are you okay?"I nodded. A quick, jerky lie. "Yeah. I'm fine."But I wasn’t.Every instinct screamed otherwise.If it was Stephen and God, it felt like him then no place was safe. Not even here.Angela glanced toward my phone lying face down on the floor. Cautiously, she picked
SELENASince I stepped foot into Luxe Loom Academy, life had felt like a dream stitched together in silk. I wasn’t just another student I was treated like royalty.People whispered "princess" as I walked by, not in mockery, but admiration. I didn't ask for the attention. I didn’t crave the spotlight. But it found me anyway, like a light searching for its reflection.Everyone adored me except Mira.Her glares were knives across the room, sharp and unrelenting. I’d catch her eyes every now and then, filled with something too complex to be plain jealousy. Maybe I’d taken something from her a title, a sense of belonging, a place she'd always thought was hers.Angela, our head designer and mentor, had taken a strong liking to me. She’d praised my work in front of everyone more than once, had even asked me to become her personal student. I could feel Mira’s resentment growing with each compliment that wasn't hers.But I never meant to outshine anyone.I just poured my soul into the fabric.
SELENABefore I can respond, the click of heels slices through the air like warning shots. A woman strides toward us, her presence sharp as the cheekbones on her flawless face. Crimson lips, narrowed eyes, an air of entitlement that kind of beauty that makes the room stop but not in a good way.Her gaze skims past me like I’m dust on her designer shoes.“Who is she?” she asks Adam, voice laced with venom. Not a glance in my direction. Not a flicker of curiosity toward me just hostility wrapped in silk.Angela steps forward, but the atmosphere has already shifted. The temperature drops. The air feels tight around my chest. I can feel it the judgment, the unspoken comparison, the way I don’t belong in their world.Not beside Adam. Not in their circles.But Adam ignores her completely. His face hardens, eyes fixed on Angela like the woman doesn’t exist.“So, when can she start coming?” he asks. There’s steel in his voice now, tension beneath every syllable. His jaw tightens slightly, and
SELENATwo weeks.That’s how long I’ve been living inside the Nightshade Pack mansion, and already I’ve learned that not everything gilded is golden.From the outside, it looks like a kingdom carved out of perfection glimmering halls, rich tapestries, and wolves dressed in elegance. But behind every polite smile, there’s a tension that thrums like a taut wire ready to snap.Alpha Talon welcomed me into the pack with grace, announcing me as his brother’s daughter. No one questioned it. They wouldn’t dare. His word is law. But even the weight of his name couldn’t erase the way Damon, Lucian, and Rhett look at me when they think I’m not watching. They’re Adam’s older brothers tall, sharp-jawed, and every inch soaked in dominance. They haven't spoken to me. They haven’t had to. Their silence says enough.Danger lingers here, thick like smoke in my lungs.The same darkness I once saw in Stephen flickers in their eyes. That same ruthless energy. They carry it like a birthright. And although
SELENAThe night air was thick with tension, the kind that clings to your skin like mist. The full moon hung heavy above us, casting silver light across the courtyard like a spotlight meant for farewells.Alpha Kingsley stood still, his broad shoulders outlined by moonlight, eyes fixed on the sky like it held the answers he’d been searching for his whole life."Will you still go tonight?" he asked quietly, not looking at me.His voice was low but steady, almost as if he already knew the answer and just needed to hear me say it out loud.I nodded, heart tight in my chest. “Yes.”He pulled me into a firm hug one that felt more like a goodbye than a see-you-later. “When things get hard, remember this—” He slipped the chain from his neck and placed the cool metal into my palm, his fingers lingering over mine. “You’re always welcome home. And this… will call me, if you’re ever in danger.”I clutched it, unable to find the words, so I just nodded again. My throat was too tight to speak.We
STEPHENThe trees whispered as I walked into the forest. Cold air brushed against my skin, but it wasn’t the wind that made my fists clench. It was rage—pure and unfiltered.I returned to the cabin.The place where I’d kept Selena.My Selena.The wooden door barely hung on its hinges now, busted open like it had been kicked in. Inside, the chaos screamed of a struggle—scattered blankets, shattered glass. He’d been here. He’d taken her.Dropping to one knee, I pressed my palm against the cold floor, feeling for the heat of footsteps still lingering. Closing my eyes, I let my wolf take over. My senses sharpened, color draining from the world as everything bled into scent hot, fresh, and frantic.His scent. He ran to the right.He really thought he could escape me.With my Selena?I took off, shifting partially enough to let Kael rise in my mind, to run faster. My claws itched under my skin.The trail led to a house tucked deep into the woods. I skidded to a stop, growling. Who the hell
SELENAThe soft rustle of my gown trailed behind me as I descended the staircase, the satin fabric brushing against my legs like whispers in the air. I had just changed into my princess attire, hoping for a moment of peace, when I heard Adam’s voice rise from the Alpha’s office.“I want to take Selena out of this pack,” he said, his voice low but firm. “She’s suffered enough at the hands of my brother.”My breath caught. I froze, then quickly ducked behind one of the stone pillars lining the hall. My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I pressed my back against the cool marble. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but how could I walk away now?From my hidden spot, I could see Alpha Kingsley sitting behind his desk, his face carved in stone. His jaw tightened, and something flickered in his eyes. Pain? Resistance? Maybe both.“She can’t leave,” he said after a pause, his voice heavy with emotion. “She’s my daughter.”“No,” Adam said, quieter now, but unflinching. “She’s not. She’s Beta Luca’s dau