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
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.
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
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
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
SELENASilence had never felt so heavy.I sat on the cold marble floor, tracing invisible patterns with my tiny fingers. My doll, the one with the missing eye and frayed dress, lay forgotten beside me. Something was wrong.The front door creaked open. My head snapped up just as a man stepped inside. He was a familiar face one of my father’s visitors, always with a friendly smile. But today, there was no smile. No warmth. Just the heavy thud of his boots as he walked toward me.A strange chill curled down my spine.“Where’s my father?” My voice was small, nearly lost in the thick silence stretching between us.The man crouched in front of me. His fingers brushed against my hair, gentle yet unsettling.“Selena…” His voice wavered, thick with something I couldn’t name.I swallowed hard. “Where is he?”A deep sigh escaped him before he finally met my gaze. “Your father is watching over you from above.”The room tilted.No.I had heard those words before. She’s watching over us from above,
SELENA“Watch your tone, boy!” Alpha Kingsley’s voice lashed through the air, sharp as a whip. “You will respect my late friend’s daughter. She is your sister now, and you will treat her as such.”Stephen stood rigid, his fists clenched, eyes burning into mine with raw hostility. The air between us crackled, thick with something unspoken, something dark.“I will never accept her as my sister.” His voice was low, dangerous. Then it erupted. “Her father killed my mother!”The words slammed into me like a physical blow. My breath hitched. No—that couldn't be true. My father, the man who taught me how to braid flowers into my hair, who carried me on his shoulders when my legs were too tired to walk—a murderer?A chill crept through me, curling around my spine. I took a step back, instinctively seeking shelter behind Alpha Kingsley. Stephen’s fury was suffocating, wrapping around me like an iron grip. This wasn’t home. I was an intruder.“Enough, Stephen!” Kingsley’s voice rang with unyiel
SELENASunlight slices through the thick curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. I groan, shifting under the soft cotton sheets, but the warmth disappears in an instant as they’re yanked away.“Wake up, sleeping princess. It’s almost noon,” a teasing voice cuts through my haze.My eyes snap open. I blink rapidly against the brightness, my vision adjusting to the figure standing beside my bed. A woman with dark hair pulled into a neat bun, warm brown eyes filled with amusement.“Good morning, ma’am,” I mumble, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.She chuckles. “It’s Elizabeth.”Oh. Right. I should’ve asked earlier. Embarrassment burns through me as I press my lips together.“What time is it?” I ask, stretching my stiff limbs.“Late enough for the Alpha to wonder if you’re part vampire,” she jokes. “It’s already noon.”Noon? My stomach drops. I bolt upright. “Why didn’t you wake me sooner?”Elizabeth folds her arms. “Because the Alpha ordered us to let you rest. But now that you’re
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