Novels by Seleprince

Elara POV​Kael didn’t let me stay to see what was happening at the gate; he shoved me toward Jada and told her to lock me in the library until the perimeter was clear, so I spent the next few hours pacing between the tall shelves of old books while my mind raced with thoughts of shadows and voices calling my name. The library was huge and smelled of dust and old paper, but it was one of the few places where the guards didn't stand right over my shoulder. As I walked deeper into the back rows, where the light was dim, I found a wall covered in framed paintings of past Alphas. One portrait stood out because the man in it looked exactly like Kael, except his eyes were a softer shade of gray, and he didn't have the same jagged scars across his face. When I leaned in to read the brass plate at the bottom, I saw the date of his death.​It was exactly fifteen years ago, during the same month my father had returned to Silvercrest and told the pack he had successfully defended our borders aga

The morning sun hadn't even fully cleared the trees when the lock on my door clicked open, and Kael walked in with an expression that told me my time hiding under the covers was officially over. He didn't ask if I was feeling better or if my wounds had stopped throbbing; he just tossed a pile of thick, dark clothes onto the foot of the bed and stood there with his arms crossed over his chest.​"Put those on and meet me in the hall in five minutes, because you aren't going to get any stronger by sitting in this room staring at the walls," he said, his voice sounding like gravel hitting metal in the quiet room.​"I can barely walk without my leg cramping up, Kael, and I don't think your pack is going to be happy to see me sitting at their table," I replied, pushing the hair out of my face while I looked at the heavy leather vest and sturdy trousers he had brought.​"They aren't happy, but they need to see you, and you need to show them that you aren't just a piece of broken glass that’s

Elara POV​The room Kael left me in was beautiful, but the moment I heard the heavy click of the lock from the outside, the silk sheets and the warm fireplace stopped feeling like a luxury and started feeling like a trap. I walked over to the window and tried to push the glass open, but it was bolted shut, and I could see two large guards standing in the courtyard below, their eyes scanning the perimeter with the kind of focus only trained warriors possessed. My shoulder throbbed with a dull, heavy heat, and when I peeled back the bandage Maria had placed there, the wounds were still red and angry instead of closed and scarred as they would be for any other person in this pack. Being wolfless meant my body worked at a human pace, so I was stuck with the pain while everyone else around me healed in hours, and it made me feel even more vulnerable in this house of monsters.​A light knock sounded at the door before it opened, and a young woman with a tray of food walked in, her movements

Chapter fourThe alpha price Kael povI smelled the blood before I saw her.Fresh. Mixed with wolf scent and fear and something else I couldn’t identify.“There,” Marcus pointed to a figure collapsed just inside our border. “It is female. Badly injured.”We approached cautiously. Rogues were always dangerous, especially when wounded.But when we got closer, I froze.She was tiny. Silver-white hair matted with blood and dirt. Skin pale as death. Her clothes were torn and soaked red. Bite marks covered her arms and legs…defensive wounds. She’d been running.“Dead?” one of my warriors asked.I knelt beside her and checked her pulse. “Alive. Barely.”“Who is she?”That was the question, wasn’t it? Her scent was strange…familiar somehow but I couldn’t place it. Pack-raised, definitely. High-born from the quality of her remaining clothes. But running alone? Wounded like this?“Should we finish her?” my warrior asked. “Rogue on our territory…”“No.” The word came out harder than I intended

Chapter 3DeathElera povI ran until my legs hurt like they were breaking.The forest was thick and dark.. branches scratched my fast and my arms. My lungs burned with every breath but I couldn’t stop running , not when my life depended on it.The howls behind me were getting closer.They were hunting me like prey and at this moment that is what I was.Now everyone believes I was a criminal. A thief. Someone who tried to hurt Celestia.It was all lies.But lies didn’t matter when teeth and claws were chasing you.I stumbled over a root and crashed to the ground. Pain shot through my knee. I forced myself up, limping now, my bag bouncing against my back.The howls were so close I could almost feel them.Run. Keep running. Don’t stop… if only I had a wolf.But my body was giving up. I wasn’t a warrior. I never trained for combat like Celestia. I was just a wolfless girl who tried to stay as invisible as possible.And now I was going to die for it.A massive gray wolf burst through

Chapter two Prove yourselfElera povI didn’t sleep.How could I ? My wedding day turned into a nightmare. Adrian rejected me. My father chose Celestia. The pack cheered while I was humiliated.And then Adrian’s warning to run far away if you want to survive. What does that even mean.I sat on my bed, still wearing the dirty wedding dress, trying to make sense of everything. What did he mean? Survive what? What could be worse than what already happened?The morning sun came through my window. Outside, I heard normal pack sounds. People talking. Footsteps. Like nothing had happened. Like my life hadn’t been destroyed yesterday.I stood up and looked in the mirror.I looked terrible. My silver hair was messy and tangled. The makeup around my violet eyes was smeared everywhere. The beautiful dress now looked dirty and wrinkled.I needed answers. I needed to know why my father did this. Why did everything happen the way it did?I needed to talk to him.I took off the ruined wedding dress