SelenaMy legs felt like they were made of glass shaky, fragile as I forced myself down the hallway to my room. Every step sent a dull ache rippling through my thighs, a cruel reminder of what Stephen had done.I should be screaming. Throwing things. Tearing down every inch of this cursed house. But all I could do was walk like a ghost trapped between walls that had seen too much.I’m his sister.His sister.How could he? How could he touch me like that hurt me like that? The way his fingers bruised their way inside me, like he owned my body... like I was his to ruin.My hands trembled as I shut the door behind me. The silence of the room wrapped around me, but it offered no comfort. I stumbled into the bathroom, skin crawling, and turned on the tap so hard the handle clicked against the metal.I scrubbed myself raw.Soap. Water. Hot. Scalding.Still not enough.It didn't wash off the way he looked at me, with those eyes that saw nothing human in me only possession. He told me I wasn’
SelenaI stood outside Stephen’s office door, my hand trembling as I raised it to knock. A cold shiver crawled down my spine. Something told me whatever was waiting for me inside wasn’t good but did I have a choice? No.I knocked once. Silence.I waited.Not even a faint acknowledgment came from the other side. But I knew better. His number one rule never enter without permission.I hesitated, the silence stretching like an invisible rope around my throat. I knocked again, lighter this time, my knuckles brushing the polished wood. Still nothing.Then his voice came, low and smooth like poison slipping into a drink.“Come in.”I sucked in a shaky breath and pushed the door open slowly.Stephen sat behind his massive desk, the soft glow of his laptop screen painting harsh lines across his face. He didn’t glance up, didn’t pause. His fingers clicked across the keyboard like I wasn’t even there.I stepped inside cautiously, the door closing behind me with a soft click that sounded too lou
SelenaThe library was supposed to be quiet. Peaceful. A place where no one looked at you too long or asked too many questions.I buried my face in the pages of a book I wasn’t reading hadn’t been for the past twenty minutes but the silence helped me breathe.Until it didn’t.A shadow fell across the page.“Hey,” a voice said, soft but clear.I glanced up briefly. Tall. Broad shoulders. Confident posture. A stranger.Of course. Just my luck.I looked back down, pretending I hadn’t heard him, letting my eyes scan the same line I’d read a hundred times. Maybe he’d take the hint and walk away.“You know,” he leaned in a little, whispering now, “it’s kind of rude to ignore someone’s greeting.”My fingers tightened around the edges of the book. Could he not feel the storm of ‘leave me alone’ radiating off me?But I didn’t want to cause a scene. I sighed. “Hi,” I mumbled without looking at him.“You know,” he said again, a teasing edge in his voice, “reading works better when your book isn’
SELENAHow did he know?The moment those words left his mouth, my blood ran cold.“So you liked it when he hugged you.”His voice was low, almost calm but there was nothing calm in the way his eyes gleamed. That look. The one that twisted my stomach in knots. Cold, sharp, and dangerous the eyes of someone who’d done terrible things and wouldn’t hesitate to do more.Before I could step back, his hand snapped around my waist, yanking me toward him. His grip wasn’t gentle. It was possessive, forceful. My skin crawled beneath his touch, and yet… betrayal surged through me when my body reacted heat pooling where it shouldn’t, a pull I didn’t understand.No. Stop it. I screamed at myself, mentally slapping sense back into my spiraling thoughts. Get a grip, Selena. Don’t you dare give in to this.“Let me go,” I hissed, shoving at his chest.But he only tightened his arms around me, caging me like a prisoner.“You don’t hug my cousin like that,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear. “You
SELENAI didn’t wait for him to say it twice. The moment his voice echoed through the hall, I ran barefoot, heart pounding, lungs burning. My legs were aching, but I didn’t care. If I had my wolf, I’d already be miles away. Faster. Stronger. Free.But right now, all I had were trembling limbs and a desperate will to survive.The grand staircase loomed ahead, its marble steps cold and cruel-looking. My foot slipped on the first step.No.Time slowed.I saw the edge of the stair. Felt the empty air beneath me.Then strong arms.I crashed into a chest, and the scent of smoke and mint hit me hard. Stephen.Why?Before I could speak, he pulled me upright and, with a swift motion, shoved me onto the nearest sofa.“You should be more careful,” he muttered without a glance, then turned and walked away like nothing happened.I stared at his retreating back, my chest heaving. What just happened?Why didn’t he punish me? Why didn’t he strike or snarl or drag me back to that room like he always d
SelenaThe door creaked open, and my heart almost stopped.I fumbled with my phone, ending the call so fast my fingers barely kept up with my thoughts. In a panic, I threw it to the far end of the bed, hoping praying he hadn’t heard anything.Stephen stepped inside, slow and deliberate, like a predator sizing up its prey. His eyes locked on mine, unreadable but intense enough to send a wave of panic through me.Had he overheard my call? Was he here to punish me like before?I sat frozen on the bed, my back pressed against the headboard, legs trembling beneath the blanket. The silence between us stretched thin and tight.“Who were you talking to, Selena?” His voice was low but laced with sharp possessiveness.Something inside me snapped, maybe from the fear or maybe because I was just tired of being scared. “Don’t I have the right to make a call?” I said, my voice shaky but defiant.His brows lifted in surprise as if he couldn’t believe I’d dared to talk back. Honestly, neither could I
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
SelenaThe door creaked open, and my heart almost stopped.I fumbled with my phone, ending the call so fast my fingers barely kept up with my thoughts. In a panic, I threw it to the far end of the bed, hoping praying he hadn’t heard anything.Stephen stepped inside, slow and deliberate, like a predator sizing up its prey. His eyes locked on mine, unreadable but intense enough to send a wave of panic through me.Had he overheard my call? Was he here to punish me like before?I sat frozen on the bed, my back pressed against the headboard, legs trembling beneath the blanket. The silence between us stretched thin and tight.“Who were you talking to, Selena?” His voice was low but laced with sharp possessiveness.Something inside me snapped, maybe from the fear or maybe because I was just tired of being scared. “Don’t I have the right to make a call?” I said, my voice shaky but defiant.His brows lifted in surprise as if he couldn’t believe I’d dared to talk back. Honestly, neither could I
SELENAI didn’t wait for him to say it twice. The moment his voice echoed through the hall, I ran barefoot, heart pounding, lungs burning. My legs were aching, but I didn’t care. If I had my wolf, I’d already be miles away. Faster. Stronger. Free.But right now, all I had were trembling limbs and a desperate will to survive.The grand staircase loomed ahead, its marble steps cold and cruel-looking. My foot slipped on the first step.No.Time slowed.I saw the edge of the stair. Felt the empty air beneath me.Then strong arms.I crashed into a chest, and the scent of smoke and mint hit me hard. Stephen.Why?Before I could speak, he pulled me upright and, with a swift motion, shoved me onto the nearest sofa.“You should be more careful,” he muttered without a glance, then turned and walked away like nothing happened.I stared at his retreating back, my chest heaving. What just happened?Why didn’t he punish me? Why didn’t he strike or snarl or drag me back to that room like he always d
SELENAHow did he know?The moment those words left his mouth, my blood ran cold.“So you liked it when he hugged you.”His voice was low, almost calm but there was nothing calm in the way his eyes gleamed. That look. The one that twisted my stomach in knots. Cold, sharp, and dangerous the eyes of someone who’d done terrible things and wouldn’t hesitate to do more.Before I could step back, his hand snapped around my waist, yanking me toward him. His grip wasn’t gentle. It was possessive, forceful. My skin crawled beneath his touch, and yet… betrayal surged through me when my body reacted heat pooling where it shouldn’t, a pull I didn’t understand.No. Stop it. I screamed at myself, mentally slapping sense back into my spiraling thoughts. Get a grip, Selena. Don’t you dare give in to this.“Let me go,” I hissed, shoving at his chest.But he only tightened his arms around me, caging me like a prisoner.“You don’t hug my cousin like that,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear. “You
SelenaThe library was supposed to be quiet. Peaceful. A place where no one looked at you too long or asked too many questions.I buried my face in the pages of a book I wasn’t reading hadn’t been for the past twenty minutes but the silence helped me breathe.Until it didn’t.A shadow fell across the page.“Hey,” a voice said, soft but clear.I glanced up briefly. Tall. Broad shoulders. Confident posture. A stranger.Of course. Just my luck.I looked back down, pretending I hadn’t heard him, letting my eyes scan the same line I’d read a hundred times. Maybe he’d take the hint and walk away.“You know,” he leaned in a little, whispering now, “it’s kind of rude to ignore someone’s greeting.”My fingers tightened around the edges of the book. Could he not feel the storm of ‘leave me alone’ radiating off me?But I didn’t want to cause a scene. I sighed. “Hi,” I mumbled without looking at him.“You know,” he said again, a teasing edge in his voice, “reading works better when your book isn’
SelenaI stood outside Stephen’s office door, my hand trembling as I raised it to knock. A cold shiver crawled down my spine. Something told me whatever was waiting for me inside wasn’t good but did I have a choice? No.I knocked once. Silence.I waited.Not even a faint acknowledgment came from the other side. But I knew better. His number one rule never enter without permission.I hesitated, the silence stretching like an invisible rope around my throat. I knocked again, lighter this time, my knuckles brushing the polished wood. Still nothing.Then his voice came, low and smooth like poison slipping into a drink.“Come in.”I sucked in a shaky breath and pushed the door open slowly.Stephen sat behind his massive desk, the soft glow of his laptop screen painting harsh lines across his face. He didn’t glance up, didn’t pause. His fingers clicked across the keyboard like I wasn’t even there.I stepped inside cautiously, the door closing behind me with a soft click that sounded too lou
SelenaMy legs felt like they were made of glass shaky, fragile as I forced myself down the hallway to my room. Every step sent a dull ache rippling through my thighs, a cruel reminder of what Stephen had done.I should be screaming. Throwing things. Tearing down every inch of this cursed house. But all I could do was walk like a ghost trapped between walls that had seen too much.I’m his sister.His sister.How could he? How could he touch me like that hurt me like that? The way his fingers bruised their way inside me, like he owned my body... like I was his to ruin.My hands trembled as I shut the door behind me. The silence of the room wrapped around me, but it offered no comfort. I stumbled into the bathroom, skin crawling, and turned on the tap so hard the handle clicked against the metal.I scrubbed myself raw.Soap. Water. Hot. Scalding.Still not enough.It didn't wash off the way he looked at me, with those eyes that saw nothing human in me only possession. He told me I wasn’
SelenaMy breath came in ragged gasps, and my heart pounded in my chest, a drumbeat that echoed in my ears. I didn’t know where I was running to, but I couldn’t stop. The house—his house—was massive, each hallway twisting into another, a labyrinth I couldn’t escape. The more I ran, the more I heard him, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife.“You can’t run from me, Selena. I’ll find you.”The sound of his voice made my skin crawl. It always did. But it wasn’t just his voice—it was the song. The one that had haunted my nightmares for as long as I could remember.I am a beast, capable of doing terrible things...The words wrapped around me like chains, squeezing the air from my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. My feet faltered, my legs heavy, as though the very weight of those words pressed down on me.I am a beast, capable of doing terrible things...I froze. He was getting closer. My pulse shot into my throat. My mind screamed for me to move, but my body felt like it was made o
Selena“I’ll be quiet I promise,” I choked out, my voice trembling as tears ran down my cheeks. “I won’t speak unless spoken to. I won’t fight with your woman. I’ll act like I don’t even exist. Just please I don’t want to stay in your house.”My words spilled out in desperation, but I could already see the cruelty dancing in Stephen’s eyes.Living with him had been hell the first time. The kind of hell that crept into your dreams and poisoned your waking moments. We may not have spent years together, but the time we did was enough to scar me for life. I swore I’d never go back to that nightmare. And yet, here I was, trapped again.His fingers twisted in my hair, yanking my head back, but then he stopped staring down at me with that devilish smirk that made my stomach knot. He wiped away one of my tears with the pad of his thumb, like he was trying to be gentle. But there was nothing kind in the way his touch lingered, cold and possessive.“Am I not your brother?” he asked, tilting his
Selena The impact came fast a sharp crack against my jaw, and before I could blink, I was on the floor. Pain exploded across my face, radiating through my skull like fire. My vision blurred, and the world tilted sideways. The cold floor bit into my skin as I tasted blood, metallic and warm, sliding down my lip. Murmurs swelled around the training hall like a rising tide whispers, gasps, hushed voices but no one moved. No one helped. I pushed myself up, fingers trembling as I brushed the blood from my nose with the back of my hand. A dizzy wave swept over me, and I blinked through it, steadying my breath. Julia stood a few feet away, shoulders rolled back, her stance casual—too casual for someone who’d just hit me like I was her enemy. Her eyes gleamed with something darker than just pride. She looked like a predator who hadn’t even started hunting yet. “I told you to fight, Selena,” she sneered, stepping toward me. “Show me your moves.” My heart stuttered in my chest. I c