SELENEMy body was on fire when I woke up. Every inch of me ached, the kind of ache that made even crawling out of bed feel like a battle. The room wasn’t the one I’d been placed in when I first arrived—it was different. Dimmer. Colder.I was bare under the silken sheets. As I glanced around, dawn had just broken, painting the walls with a faint silver glow. A damp breeze slipped in through the open window, carrying with it the scent of moss and morning dew.I turned my head, my fingers instinctively brushing over the mark he left on my neck. It throbbed faintly. My body felt weighed down—heavy, claimed. My purity... tainted.And yet, there was a strange calmness settling in my chest. No tears. No rage. Just silence. I sat there for a few long moments, not thinking, not feeling. Then, a sound broke the stillness.A howl.Faint but unmistakable.Again. And again.My heart thudded. I could feel it—the pull. It was calling to me, reaching across the distance.“You’re awake,” a voice
DRAVENThe portal came just as the chill settled in—too sudden, too silent.It wasn’t like anything I’d seen before. Not one of those warped shadows or smoke tricks the Union bastards toy with. No, this felt powerful… deliberate.And what in the actual fuck is this place?The portal didn’t vanish either. It hung there, pulsing—almost like it was breathing, inviting me in.So I jumped. Not because I was scared of losing her—screw that. Sucks for the bastard who touched her. Selene and I are one. I’d find her.But when I stepped through, expecting chaos, I landed in…Nothing.A wide, sterile room—white walls, white floor, no corners. Just one damn table and a single chair in the center like some kind of twisted therapy session.And silence. The kind that presses into your ears like cotton. The kind that ain’t natural.No scent.No presence.What the hell is this?My wolf growled low, ears perked, sensing something… just out of reach. I scan the place, eyes narrowing, but nothing moves.
SELENEUncle just stood there… smiling. A smile I’d never seen on him before.In all my life, we’d barely crossed paths—only during formal summons or when he’d wander into the library by accident. In over twenty-five years, he had spoken less than a hundred words to me. I knew. I counted. I thought it was normal. He was the kind of man who didn’t speak unless the world demanded it.“Hello, Selene. How are you doing?” His voice—calm, steady—still made my knees buckle.“U… Uncle…” I stammered, eyes darting to the crumbling, dust-laced walls around us. “What just happened? How the hell did I get here?”He simply smiled, stepping closer with the gentleness of someone who’d been waiting far too long. “That,” he said, his tone light, “I asked a favor… from someone.”He crouched slightly, reaching out a hand toward me. “We’ve got a lot to talk about, don’t we?”Numbly, I reached for him. He pulled me into a firm embrace, warm and grounding. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice heavier
SELENEMy world was shattering.Piece by piece, it crumbled around me, yet no one seemed to notice.The scent of burning sage and moonflower nectar turned rancid in my throat as I stared ahead, my vision tunneling in on the scene before me. Kaith. Sylvia. Together.His arm curled around her waist, pulling her close, and when she tilted her chin up to him, he leaned down without hesitation, brushing his lips over hers with a tenderness that should have been mine. The full moon bathed them in silver light, making them look almost celestial—two souls bound together, perfectly matched.But that wasn’t how this was supposed to go.Not Kaith. Not him.Who had told me that fate was nothing but a suggestion, that he would choose me, that his wolf had already known long before this night. The same man who made promises that had rooted themselves into my bones, who made me believe—truly believe—that I would not be standing here alone.And yet…Here I was.Alone.A cold gust of wind curled aroun
SELENE"Draven Nightbane. Have you heard of him?" Becky's voice was laced with curiosity as we arranged books back onto the dusty shelves of Ashville Library.I barely paid attention, my fingers tracing the intricate golden embossing on an old leather-bound book that stood out among the rest. Something about it called to me."Not really," I muttered absentmindedly.Becky gasped dramatically. "Are you serious?" she cried. "Wolves from other packs call him the Devil Wolf!"That made me chuckle. "Devil Wolf? What's with that?"She stared at me like I had grown a second head. "You really don’t know what a Devil Alpha is?"I crossed my arms, fixing her with a look. "Why don’t you enlighten me?"She smirked, leaning against the bookshelf. "Fine, I’ll tell you." Her voice lowered slightly, almost as if she feared someone might overhear."In the hierarchy of Alphas, there are five distinct ranks. You probably already know them, but let me break it down anyway."She held up one finger. "First,
DRAVENFate?Destiny?Fuck both of them.Why does everyone bow to the idea of fate? Kiss it’s ass? Why do people let it dictate their lives as if some unseen force is holding their leash? What the hell even is fate? A name? A person? If it is, then fuck that guy, because I carve my own path. I write my own story. And being King means my word is law.Nightbane City. Once, it belonged to the Silverfang Pack. Back then, they were locked in an endless struggle with four other packs, clawing and biting for dominance. So how did my pack take the throne? Simple—power.Fifty years ago, my people lived in Royal City, the heart of the empire. That was before it all fell apart. Betrayal. Bloodshed. Exile. We were cast out like diseased dogs and thrown into this war-ridden wasteland, Nightbane. My father, newly elected to rule, had one mission—reclaim what was ours. He spent his life hunting revenge. Claiming it was His fate. His destiny. His only goal in this fucking life.But guess what? He fu
SELENESuffocating.Their voices crashed over me like relentless waves, drowning me in an ocean of accusations and disbelief. Too many. Too close. Their words clawed at my skin, their hands tugged at my hair, my arms, my clothes—searching, prying, demanding answers I didn’t have."Who are you?" "Why would our Lord choose you?" "A nobody from Royal City? It’s absurd!"I couldn’t move. Their presence coiled around me like a cage, tightening with every whispered insult, every scoff, every questioning glare."Your scent is so faint. Are you even a wolf?" "I can barely sense your bloodline—pathetic!" "No power, no strength… your wolf must be asleep."My breath came in shallow gasps. Their words cut deeper than I expected, slicing open wounds I thought had long since scarred over. It was the same as before, the same mockery. Back in Royal City, I had learned to endure the sneers, the pitying glances, the dismissals. I had steeled myself against the weight of being less in a world where
ALPHA KAITH.My breath came out ragged, my lungs tightening as if they were struggling to contain the storm inside me. The weight of what had just happened bore down on my shoulders, suffocating me. My wolf howled in frustration, clawing at my insides, mourning something I had destroyed with my own hands. Selene’s face flashed in my mind—her shattered expression, the pain I had inflicted on her. And the worst part? She had believed it. Every single word.Sylvia’s obnoxious giggles rang from down the hall, her voice dripping with satisfaction.“Well, you’ve seen her face!” she laughed, as if this were nothing but a cruel joke to her. As if breaking Selene had been some kind of twisted game.Something in me snapped.Without hesitation, I stormed out of my room, my feet carrying me toward her like a force of nature. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out everything but the rage flooding through me.Sylvia lounged on the plush sofa, her legs crossed lazily, a glass of champagne balance
SELENEUncle just stood there… smiling. A smile I’d never seen on him before.In all my life, we’d barely crossed paths—only during formal summons or when he’d wander into the library by accident. In over twenty-five years, he had spoken less than a hundred words to me. I knew. I counted. I thought it was normal. He was the kind of man who didn’t speak unless the world demanded it.“Hello, Selene. How are you doing?” His voice—calm, steady—still made my knees buckle.“U… Uncle…” I stammered, eyes darting to the crumbling, dust-laced walls around us. “What just happened? How the hell did I get here?”He simply smiled, stepping closer with the gentleness of someone who’d been waiting far too long. “That,” he said, his tone light, “I asked a favor… from someone.”He crouched slightly, reaching out a hand toward me. “We’ve got a lot to talk about, don’t we?”Numbly, I reached for him. He pulled me into a firm embrace, warm and grounding. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice heavier
DRAVENThe portal came just as the chill settled in—too sudden, too silent.It wasn’t like anything I’d seen before. Not one of those warped shadows or smoke tricks the Union bastards toy with. No, this felt powerful… deliberate.And what in the actual fuck is this place?The portal didn’t vanish either. It hung there, pulsing—almost like it was breathing, inviting me in.So I jumped. Not because I was scared of losing her—screw that. Sucks for the bastard who touched her. Selene and I are one. I’d find her.But when I stepped through, expecting chaos, I landed in…Nothing.A wide, sterile room—white walls, white floor, no corners. Just one damn table and a single chair in the center like some kind of twisted therapy session.And silence. The kind that presses into your ears like cotton. The kind that ain’t natural.No scent.No presence.What the hell is this?My wolf growled low, ears perked, sensing something… just out of reach. I scan the place, eyes narrowing, but nothing moves.
SELENEMy body was on fire when I woke up. Every inch of me ached, the kind of ache that made even crawling out of bed feel like a battle. The room wasn’t the one I’d been placed in when I first arrived—it was different. Dimmer. Colder.I was bare under the silken sheets. As I glanced around, dawn had just broken, painting the walls with a faint silver glow. A damp breeze slipped in through the open window, carrying with it the scent of moss and morning dew.I turned my head, my fingers instinctively brushing over the mark he left on my neck. It throbbed faintly. My body felt weighed down—heavy, claimed. My purity... tainted.And yet, there was a strange calmness settling in my chest. No tears. No rage. Just silence. I sat there for a few long moments, not thinking, not feeling. Then, a sound broke the stillness.A howl.Faint but unmistakable.Again. And again.My heart thudded. I could feel it—the pull. It was calling to me, reaching across the distance.“You’re awake,” a voice
DRAVENThe look of lust carved onto her face was almost too exquisite to bear. So damn beautiful—so wrecked.Even my wolf stirred beneath the surface, pacing, growling, demanding his turn. Not yet, I warned. She is mine, wait for her to waken for you. You can feel her, growling to your presence.I cupped her face, lifting it slightly, and there they were—her eyes, rolled back and dazed, the lashes fluttering like dying embers clinging to light. Her lips… Gods, her lips. Parted in silent cries, bruised from our hunger, slick from our madness.So pretty. So tempting. So utterly mine.Her body trembled with the echo of pleasure, and yet I could feel it—she wasn’t done. Not even close. Neither was I.I dipped down, brushing my mouth against hers. Her breath hitched. And then I claimed it.I took her lips again, rough and demanding—biting her lower lip just hard enough to draw a gasp. I pulled, teasing it between my teeth before letting it go… only to grab it again, tasting, tauntin
SELENEI jolted awake, lungs gasping for air, the stench of septic still clinging to my nose like rot embedded in flesh. My limbs were lead-heavy with drowsiness, my veins sluggish as if drugged. I dragged myself upright, blinking through the haze as the world came into view.The first thing that hit me wasn’t sight—it was sensation. A cool breeze, crisp and fragrant with midnight air, brushed against my bare skin. Then my eyes caught up—and my jaw almost dropped.I was somewhere high. A wide, open space stretched around me like a palace rooftop. The stars above were unfiltered, bold against the dark velvet sky. A crystal-clear swimming pool shimmered a few meters ahead, glowing faintly with underwater lights. Two massive stone pillars, entwined with flowering vines, framed the scene like a stage.I sat—no, sprawled—on a lavish king-sized bed in the center of it all. Golden frames bordered the structure, with a soft, sheer veil flowing from the posts, rippling gently in the breeze lik
ALPHA KAITHMy eyes locked on him, seething with pure, unfiltered contempt.James. The very name tasted like ash in my mouth. Not just a direct descendant of that cursed bloodline, but his son. The realization alone was enough to make my blood boil.“Who the hell gave you the right to question me, you arrogant bastard?” I snapped, fury clouding my voice.He growled, stepping forward. “You’re the one who rejected her! Don’t come barking now!”“What did you just say?” I roared, lunging at him. “You wanna go? Huh?! You want a piece of me?!”“Hey! Hey!” Two figures immediately stepped between us—Jacob and Scott, arms stretched out to keep the flames from igniting further.“Gentlemen,” Scott said, his voice stern. “Have you both lost your damn minds? We’re on the same side! We’re here to rescue Selene!”Jacob nodded, turning to me. “Kaith, we’re not enemies here.”“Fuck that!” I snapped, shoving forward against Jacob’s arm. “That idiot lost her in the first place. Why should I work with
SELENEAround thirty minutes past ten, I finally slipped past the men Draven stationed outside my door—shadows cloaked in flesh and muscle, breathing down my neck day and night like loyal hounds.The air was crisp and damp, laced with the faint scent of cedar and stone. I was cloaked in a long black hood that swayed with every hurried step, pants stolen from the lavish wardrobe he so proudly gifted me, and black high-heeled boots that clicked softly against the cobbled ground as I darted into the night.Nightbane was nothing like the Royal City.Perched along the mountainside, the city twisted and layered like a maze carved into the rock. The streets were clean, expertly paved with marble and smooth tarmac. Every building mirrored the next—grey-bricked facades, flat roofs, and silver railings—almost too perfect. The only structure that broke the rhythm was his castle. How anyone found their home here was beyond me.But what truly caught my eye was the people.Humans and wolves. Toget
SELENEI had never truly spoken with my wolf. While others shared deep conversations with theirs, forming an unbreakable bond, mine remained silent—a distant presence I could barely feel. I envied them, those who could hear their wolves whisper, guiding them, strengthening them. Even during my first transformation under the full moon, when my bones cracked and my body ached, only my eyes changed. She never came forward. In the end, I was nothing more than a spectacle, a failure, a joke.But my shortcomings didn’t stop there. When others awakened their abilities, discovering the strength that made them worthy of their lineage, I stood empty-handed. No gifts, no power. Just a name that carried no weight. An outcast with no origin.The only reason they tolerated me was because Alpha Bruce called me his niece. But even that wasn’t enough. They didn’t see me as one of them, only as a disgrace unworthy of sharing his bloodline. And maybe they were right.For a moment, I thought I had found
ALPHA KAITH.My breath came out ragged, my lungs tightening as if they were struggling to contain the storm inside me. The weight of what had just happened bore down on my shoulders, suffocating me. My wolf howled in frustration, clawing at my insides, mourning something I had destroyed with my own hands. Selene’s face flashed in my mind—her shattered expression, the pain I had inflicted on her. And the worst part? She had believed it. Every single word.Sylvia’s obnoxious giggles rang from down the hall, her voice dripping with satisfaction.“Well, you’ve seen her face!” she laughed, as if this were nothing but a cruel joke to her. As if breaking Selene had been some kind of twisted game.Something in me snapped.Without hesitation, I stormed out of my room, my feet carrying me toward her like a force of nature. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out everything but the rage flooding through me.Sylvia lounged on the plush sofa, her legs crossed lazily, a glass of champagne balance