Selina’s POV Just as I heard Kieran pass the judgment, I crashed to the ground. Looking at the stake which has two soldiers already standing with a torch. Fear overwhelmed me. “Kieran you can't do this to me,” I cried out. I tried to reach Kieran on the throne where he was seated but the grip of the soldiers was so firm. “Kieran, you can't do this to me. I'm your chosen mate!” I cried out. My knees buckled beneath me as my body burnt red hot. “Lilith is not who she seems to be. Please. Listen to me,” I flared. “What are you waiting for?!” Lilith shrieked. “Take her to the stake! Now!” She commanded harshly. And I struggled with the soldiers who showed no mercy in lifting off the ground.I watched Lilith smile mischievously. On her face was excitement untold. As her hand patted Kieran's head. Quickly I was bound with ropes that could not be broken and without wasting much time. The stake was set on fire. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I smelt my flesh roasting from beneath
Lilith’s POV I have spent my whole life weaving lies. Carefully, intricately, like a spider spinning its web. And tonight, all my efforts were about to pay off. The grand hall of the Blood Moon Pack was alive with light and music, the scent of jasmine and cedarwood filling the air. The Mating Ball was the most important event of the year, the night where fated bonds were revealed. But I had no intention of leaving my fate to the Moon Goddess. No—I had already decided how my story would end. I belonged to Kieran. The future Alpha stood at the center of the room, exuding power and authority, his broad shoulders tense as he listened to some warrior’s report. His dark, neatly styled hair framed a face carved from stone—sharp jaw, high cheekbones, piercing blue eyes. Every unmated she-wolf in the pack was watching him, hoping, waiting, wondering if the Moon Goddess had chosen them. I knew better. I adjusted the delicate gold chain around my throat, the one Kieran had gifted me o
Selina’s POV I should have left. The moment Kieran rejected me, the moment the entire pack turned their backs on me, I should have run. But I didn’t. Instead, I let the numbness seep into my bones, let my feet carry me through the halls of the packhouse, up the grand staircase, past the portraits of Alphas who had come before. Their golden eyes seemed to watch me, judging. I didn’t stop until I reached my room—a small, tucked-away space meant for someone of my status. A servant’s daughter. An orphan. Not an Alpha’s mate. Not a Luna. The moment I closed the door, the dam inside me broke. My legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath. I had always known I wasn’t meant for greatness. That no matter how much I loved Kieran, no matter how much I wished for more, I would always be just Selina. But for one fleeting moment, the Moon Goddess had told me otherwise. For one second, I had been chosen. And he threw me away like I was nothing. Tears b
Selina’s POV Pain was a familiar companion. It throbbed in my side, sharp and insistent, but it wasn’t just the physical wound that hurt. It was the way Kieran had looked past me as if I didn’t exist. As if I hadn’t nearly died trying to save the woman he had chosen over me. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stand despite the dizziness. Blood soaked through the fabric of my dress, but I refused to show weakness. Not here. Not now. Not in front of them. Lilith whimpered softly in Kieran’s arms, her fingers clutching his shirt as she whispered, “I was so scared…” Kieran’s jaw tightened, his grip on her tightening protectively. “I’ve got you,” he murmured. A hollow laugh threatened to escape my throat. Where was that protectiveness when it had been me? The warriors were still gathered, murmuring among themselves about the attack, but no one paid attention to me. No one ever did. I was still bleeding. Still standing in a puddle of my own blood. And yet, all that
Selina’s POV The night air clung to my skin like a second layer, thick with tension and the lingering scent of blood. I stormed away from Kieran, my heart pounding violently against my ribs, my throat raw from our argument. I had spent years loving him. Years waiting for him. And tonight, I finally understood—waiting had been my biggest mistake. Kieran had chosen her, again and again. And I had let him. Not anymore. Ignoring the burning in my ribs from my recent wounds, I pushed through the doors of the warriors' barracks. The room fell silent. Conversations halted, weapons stilled, and every gaze turned to me. A few warriors exchanged glances. Some smirked, clearly amused. Selina Blackwood doesn’t belong here. I wasn’t a warrior. I wasn’t a high-ranking pack member. I wasn’t even Kieran’s mate anymore. But I had something none of them did. A reason to fight. I walked straight to Dorian, who stood hunched over a wooden table covered in maps and patrol schedules. He
Selina’s POV The weight of Kieran’s words still echoed in my head. Find the traitor, Selina. It wasn’t a challenge. It wasn’t permission. It was a test. And I intended to pass. The warriors wouldn’t accept me overnight, but I didn’t need their approval. I needed results. If I wanted to prove that I belonged in this fight, I had to be two steps ahead. The first step? Tracking the Shadowborn’s escape route. If someone helped the intruder escape the pack’s territory, then they had to leave a trail. And I was going to find it. Dorian met me at the northern border, where the rogue had last been seen. He had called for two warriors to join us—Talon and Reed, both experienced trackers. I wasn’t sure if they were here to help me or babysit me. “The last known sighting was here,” Dorian said, kneeling beside the clawed-up dirt. “But we lost the scent trail.” I scanned the area, my heart pounding. The dense forest surrounding Blood Moon’s territory stretched endlessly, and th
Selina’s POV I didn’t sleep that night. How could I? The letters burned in my mind, the words seared into my memory like a cruel brand. Everything is in place. The Shadowborn has been freed. Lilith had betrayed Kieran. She had betrayed all of us. And I was the only one who knew. I paced my room, my hands clenched into fists. I had two choices—confront Kieran and risk him not believing me, or gather undeniable proof. Only one of those options wouldn’t end with me thrown into the dungeons. I had to be smart. I had to be careful. But more than anything… I had to bring her down. The next morning, I forced myself to act normal. If Lilith even suspected I was plotting against her, she would strike first. And I couldn’t afford to let that happen. I needed more information. I needed someone who knew things. And that meant finding Edwin. Sneaking out of the packhouse wasn’t easy, but I had years of practice moving through the shadows. By the time I reached
Selina’s POV Just as I heard Kieran pass the judgment, I crashed to the ground. Looking at the stake which has two soldiers already standing with a torch. Fear overwhelmed me. “Kieran you can't do this to me,” I cried out. I tried to reach Kieran on the throne where he was seated but the grip of the soldiers was so firm. “Kieran, you can't do this to me. I'm your chosen mate!” I cried out. My knees buckled beneath me as my body burnt red hot. “Lilith is not who she seems to be. Please. Listen to me,” I flared. “What are you waiting for?!” Lilith shrieked. “Take her to the stake! Now!” She commanded harshly. And I struggled with the soldiers who showed no mercy in lifting off the ground.I watched Lilith smile mischievously. On her face was excitement untold. As her hand patted Kieran's head. Quickly I was bound with ropes that could not be broken and without wasting much time. The stake was set on fire. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I smelt my flesh roasting from beneath
Selina’s POV I wasn't even given a chance to explain myself. Kieran has never done that. Why was everyone blind to whatever I was saying? Why can't they see beyond–I mean even the Alpha is lost. The chains on my hand rattled as I tried so hard to peep through the iron gate. “Hello!” I called out. “Can anybody hear me?” I heard nothing except the echoes of my voice coming back to me the way I had spoken it. My knees cringed as I imagined what my fate would be in the morning. Memories of how Kieran had looked at me like a murderer flooded my mind. In a moment of weakness, I broke down in tears. Why can't everyone see Lilith for who she really is? Why am I always the one to take the downfall? “Moon goddess, please help me,” I crashed to the floor. The chains on my hands were the only thing that could be heard. This place reeks of death and hell. Even though it's dark, I could still seek dry bones of some prisoners who had gone before. “Hello
Selina’s POV I didn’t sleep that night. How could I? The letters burned in my mind, the words seared into my memory like a cruel brand. Everything is in place. The Shadowborn has been freed. Lilith had betrayed Kieran. She had betrayed all of us. And I was the only one who knew. I paced my room, my hands clenched into fists. I had two choices—confront Kieran and risk him not believing me, or gather undeniable proof. Only one of those options wouldn’t end with me thrown into the dungeons. I had to be smart. I had to be careful. But more than anything… I had to bring her down. The next morning, I forced myself to act normal. If Lilith even suspected I was plotting against her, she would strike first. And I couldn’t afford to let that happen. I needed more information. I needed someone who knew things. And that meant finding Edwin. Sneaking out of the packhouse wasn’t easy, but I had years of practice moving through the shadows. By the time I reached
Selina’s POV The weight of Kieran’s words still echoed in my head. Find the traitor, Selina. It wasn’t a challenge. It wasn’t permission. It was a test. And I intended to pass. The warriors wouldn’t accept me overnight, but I didn’t need their approval. I needed results. If I wanted to prove that I belonged in this fight, I had to be two steps ahead. The first step? Tracking the Shadowborn’s escape route. If someone helped the intruder escape the pack’s territory, then they had to leave a trail. And I was going to find it. Dorian met me at the northern border, where the rogue had last been seen. He had called for two warriors to join us—Talon and Reed, both experienced trackers. I wasn’t sure if they were here to help me or babysit me. “The last known sighting was here,” Dorian said, kneeling beside the clawed-up dirt. “But we lost the scent trail.” I scanned the area, my heart pounding. The dense forest surrounding Blood Moon’s territory stretched endlessly, and th
Selina’s POV The night air clung to my skin like a second layer, thick with tension and the lingering scent of blood. I stormed away from Kieran, my heart pounding violently against my ribs, my throat raw from our argument. I had spent years loving him. Years waiting for him. And tonight, I finally understood—waiting had been my biggest mistake. Kieran had chosen her, again and again. And I had let him. Not anymore. Ignoring the burning in my ribs from my recent wounds, I pushed through the doors of the warriors' barracks. The room fell silent. Conversations halted, weapons stilled, and every gaze turned to me. A few warriors exchanged glances. Some smirked, clearly amused. Selina Blackwood doesn’t belong here. I wasn’t a warrior. I wasn’t a high-ranking pack member. I wasn’t even Kieran’s mate anymore. But I had something none of them did. A reason to fight. I walked straight to Dorian, who stood hunched over a wooden table covered in maps and patrol schedules. He
Selina’s POV Pain was a familiar companion. It throbbed in my side, sharp and insistent, but it wasn’t just the physical wound that hurt. It was the way Kieran had looked past me as if I didn’t exist. As if I hadn’t nearly died trying to save the woman he had chosen over me. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stand despite the dizziness. Blood soaked through the fabric of my dress, but I refused to show weakness. Not here. Not now. Not in front of them. Lilith whimpered softly in Kieran’s arms, her fingers clutching his shirt as she whispered, “I was so scared…” Kieran’s jaw tightened, his grip on her tightening protectively. “I’ve got you,” he murmured. A hollow laugh threatened to escape my throat. Where was that protectiveness when it had been me? The warriors were still gathered, murmuring among themselves about the attack, but no one paid attention to me. No one ever did. I was still bleeding. Still standing in a puddle of my own blood. And yet, all that
Selina’s POV I should have left. The moment Kieran rejected me, the moment the entire pack turned their backs on me, I should have run. But I didn’t. Instead, I let the numbness seep into my bones, let my feet carry me through the halls of the packhouse, up the grand staircase, past the portraits of Alphas who had come before. Their golden eyes seemed to watch me, judging. I didn’t stop until I reached my room—a small, tucked-away space meant for someone of my status. A servant’s daughter. An orphan. Not an Alpha’s mate. Not a Luna. The moment I closed the door, the dam inside me broke. My legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath. I had always known I wasn’t meant for greatness. That no matter how much I loved Kieran, no matter how much I wished for more, I would always be just Selina. But for one fleeting moment, the Moon Goddess had told me otherwise. For one second, I had been chosen. And he threw me away like I was nothing. Tears b
Lilith’s POV I have spent my whole life weaving lies. Carefully, intricately, like a spider spinning its web. And tonight, all my efforts were about to pay off. The grand hall of the Blood Moon Pack was alive with light and music, the scent of jasmine and cedarwood filling the air. The Mating Ball was the most important event of the year, the night where fated bonds were revealed. But I had no intention of leaving my fate to the Moon Goddess. No—I had already decided how my story would end. I belonged to Kieran. The future Alpha stood at the center of the room, exuding power and authority, his broad shoulders tense as he listened to some warrior’s report. His dark, neatly styled hair framed a face carved from stone—sharp jaw, high cheekbones, piercing blue eyes. Every unmated she-wolf in the pack was watching him, hoping, waiting, wondering if the Moon Goddess had chosen them. I knew better. I adjusted the delicate gold chain around my throat, the one Kieran had gifted me o