Semua Bab Fated by fire and fortune : Bab 1 - Bab 10

The night was thick with the scent of rain, though the storm had not yet broken. The moon hung heavy over the skyline, casting a silver glow on the towering estate perched on the edge of Blackthorn Ridge. Inside the grand hall of the Bloodmoon Manor, Alpha Kieran Blackwood stood with his back to the floor-to-ceiling windows, his gaze locked on the city below.He could feel it in his bones.A shift in the air. A disturbance in the careful balance he had built over the last five years.His pack murmured behind him, warriors and elites whispering amongst themselves. They had been called here for one reason: she was back.Kieran clenched his jaw, fingers curling into fists. Selene Vale. The name alone was enough to ignite the fury simmering just beneath his skin. His fated mate. The woman who had once stood beside him as his equal—until she had shattered that bond, disappearing into the night, leaving only blood and destruction in her wake.Now, after all these years, she had returned. An

Kieran stared down at the severed head at his feet, the rogue’s lifeless eyes frozen in terror. A slow smirk curved his lips, though something inside him twisted at the sight.She had done it. Alone.Just as he had ordered.Gasps and murmurs rippled through the gathered wolves, some in awe, others in disbelief. Selene had not only survived—she had thrived in the challenge he had set for her.Kieran dragged his gaze back up to her. She stood before him, blood streaking her jaw, her clothes torn in places, but her posture was unwavering. Unyielding.Damn her.She hadn’t just returned to the pack.She had returned to claim what was once hers.“Not bad,” Kieran said finally, his voice slow and taunting. He knew his pack was waiting for his verdict, for him to cast her out again or grant her another chance.Selene tilted her head, her silver eyes gleaming with challenge. “I don’t need your approval, Kieran. I just need my place back.”The crowd fell silent. Bold words. Reckless words.Kier

Selene didn’t move. Neither did Kieran.For a moment, all she could hear was the pounding of her own heartbeat, the sharp inhale of breath between them. The world outside the training ring ceased to exist.Kieran’s golden eyes locked onto hers, dark and unreadable. His grip on her waist tightened ever so slightly, as if testing the weight of her against him.Selene smirked, but the expression was more of a shield than anything else.“Careful, Kieran,” she murmured, voice low and taunting. “You’re starting to sound like you missed me.”A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. “I don’t dwell on ghosts, Selene.”Her smirk didn’t falter. “Then why do you still look haunted?”His eyes darkened.For a second, she thought he would snap—roll them over again, remind her who was in control. But instead, he exhaled sharply and released his grip on her waist, shattering the tension between them like glass.Selene climbed off him smoothly, brushing dirt from her pants. Around them, the pack remain

Selene’s muscles ached.By the time training ended, the pack had started looking at her differently. Not as one of them, not yet—but not as an outsider either. A sliver of acknowledgment flickered in their gazes, though it was tainted with wariness.Kieran had beaten her.But he hadn’t won.She had seen it in his eyes before he walked away—that flicker of something unreadable, something unsettled.Good.Let him wonder.Bloodmoon Manor – That EveningThe corridors of the manor were dimly lit, shadows stretching across the stone walls like silent specters. Selene had spent too much of her life here—too many nights haunted by memories she couldn’t escape.Now, she walked them as an outsider in her own home.Her muscles protested with every step, a reminder of the fight with Kieran. She should have been resting, but her mind wouldn’t allow it.She needed answers.Pushing open the heavy wooden doors of the manor’s archives, she stepped inside. Dust motes floated in the candlelight, the scen

The sun rose pale and cold over Bloodmoon Manor, casting long shadows through the frost-laced windows.Selene sat on the edge of her bed, arms wrapped around her knees as she stared at the light breaking over the forest. Sleep had been elusive, her body sore from the fight, her mind tangled in the web of politics and danger that had become her life.A soft knock at her door startled her from her thoughts.“Come in,” she called, expecting Liam or maybe even Kieran.But when the door opened, it was Evelyn, one of the younger pack members—a girl Selene remembered from before her exile. She had been just a child then. Now she was a woman, eyes sharp, carrying herself like someone who had learned to survive in a world that devoured the weak.“Selene,” Evelyn said quietly, glancing nervously over her shoulder before slipping into the room and closing the door behind her.Selene stood, her eyes narrowing. “What are you doing here?”“I shouldn’t be,” Evelyn admitted, wringing her hands. “If t