Lucas Blackwood ruthlessly destroyed me 5 years ago, and now I have risen from the ashes to destroy him in return. 5 years ago i was nothing but a naive, lovesick girl hopelessly devoted to Lucas Blackwood—the powerful, arrogant heir to the Blackwood Pack. My bond with Lucas undeniable, our passion feral and all-consuming. But when Lucas’s father demanded he choose power over love, Lucas shattered my heart with a brutal rejection in front of the pack and leaving me to fend for myself. Now, I am the Ice Queen of Manhattan’s corporate underworld, the formidable CEO of Carter & Co., a multi-billion-dollar empire built on intelligence, ambition, and pure spite. The woman Lucas left behind is gone, replaced by someone stronger, smarter, and far more dangerous. And now, I am coming for him. When someone mercilessly attacks Blackwood EnterprisesI am forced to confront the woman I thought I’d buried in my past, I find myself drawn into a twisted game of power and passion. My obsession with reclaiming her becomes as dark as my guilt over losing her. But this time, Selina isn’t interested in forgiveness—only revenge. What Lucas doesn’t know is that Selina holds a secret that will shatter his world. And as their brutal war escalates, the line between hatred and desire blurs until neither can tell if they’re trying to destroy each other… or devour each other whole.
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I should’ve known better. The icy night air bit into my skin as I crossed the courtyard, the gravel crunching beneath my boots. My fingers clutched my phone so tightly that the plastic casing dug into my palm. The words on the screen were burned into my mind.
“Meet me in the courtyard. We need to talk.”
I’d been waiting for those words for days, desperate for an explanation, some reassurance that the distance between us was nothing but paranoia. That the man I’d given my heart, soul, and body to wasn’t about to shatter me.
But deep down, my instincts screamed otherwise.
Everything about Lucas had changed. The coldness in his gaze, the restless energy coiled beneath his arrogant composure, and the clipped tones of his voice whenever we spoke. And then there were the rumours. Nasty little whispers slithered through the pack about how the future Alpha of the Blackwood Pack was expected to mate with someone of power and prestige. Someone worthy of his name.
I’d ignored them, clinging to the intensity of our bond because Lucas was mine. I’d felt it in my bones, in the savage way his lips claimed mine, the possessive growl in his throat when he’d pull me close like he couldn’t bear to be without me.
But now…
I stopped in the middle of the courtyard, breathless, my chest tight with a mix of anxiety and hope. Shadows stretched across the stone pathways, the silence too heavy, too oppressive.
“Lucas?” My voice echoed in the darkness, sharp and trembling.
He emerged from the shadows like a nightmare given form. All dark, predatory grace and icy command. His suit was tailored to perfection, the kind of luxury that reeked of power. And his expression… cold, detached, so unlike the man I’d once known.
“What’s going on?” I forced my voice to remain steady, even as panic twisted my insides. “You’ve been avoiding me for days. If something’s wrong, just tell me.”
His gaze swept over me, a flicker of something raw and pained flashing in his eyes before it was smothered by iron resolve.
“Selina, this—” he gestured between us, his voice low and hard. “—was a mistake.”
It felt like the ground split open beneath me. My mouth went dry, my heart hammering painfully against my ribcage. “What… what are you talking about?”
He clenched his jaw, eyes as cold as the night itself. “I should’ve ended this sooner. I can’t… I won’t be with you.”
The words crashed over me like a tsunami, each syllable sharp enough to bleed. “Why?” My voice cracked, the single word a desperate, wounded plea. “Lucas, we’re—”
“Mates?” he cut me off, his laugh cruel and jagged. “You think that matters? You were a distraction, Selina. A reckless indulgence I should’ve never allowed myself. My father made that very clear.”
My breath hitched. “Your father?”
“Yes. And the pack. The elders. Everyone who actually understands what it means to be Alpha. You think I can throw everything away for some… childish obsession?”
Obsession. That’s what he called it. The nights spent tangled in each other’s arms. The confessions whispered in the dark. The promises I stupidly believed.
I lifted my chin, refusing to let him see me break. “You’re lying.”
His eyes narrowed, the hardness returning. “No, Selina. I’m choosing my duty over a pathetic fling.”
The words were knives, cutting me to pieces, my soul shredded under the weight of his betrayal. My wolf howled in agony, the bond between us straining until it threatened to snap.
I took a shaky step back, the air thick and burning in my lungs. “So that’s it? You’re just throwing me away because some power-hungry old men think I’m not good enough?”
His silence was the worst betrayal of all.
“Get out of here, Selina.” His voice was as cold as his eyes. “And don’t ever come back.”
“Did you lie about your feelings for me, too? Why? Why did you make me believe you loved me? You took my virginity, and that meant nothing to you?”
“I wanted to see what it felt like,” he snaps, eyes blazing with mockery. “What it felt like to be with a mate. The pull, the pleasure. But you? As my Luna?” He laughs, a harsh, grating sound that rips through me. “You’re not fit to stand by my side. You never were.”
The world spins, my breath torn from me by the brutality of his words. “So… I meant nothing to you?”
“Less than nothing,” he growls, his gaze locked on mine, daring me to break. “Just a distraction. A curiosity. That’s all.”
Tears blur my vision, but I refuse to let them fall. Not here. Not in front of these people. “You’re lying.” The words tremble as they leave me, but the fire in me refuses to die. “You cared. I felt it.”
His eyes narrow, his hands clenching into fists. And then he steps forward, grabbing my arm and shoving me backward with enough force to send me stumbling. “Get it through your head, Selina,” he spits. “Whatever you thought we had was never there; it was all in your head. Get out, leave this pack and never come back.”
I stared at him, my chest aching as if my heart had been ripped from my body. I wanted to scream, to rage, to claw my way through his defenses until he admitted this was all some twisted lie.
But I saw it in his eyes. The truth. He was pushing me away. For good. The elders started laughing with approval. Their laughter echoed in my ears, and it felt like someone had just twisted a dagger in my heart.
The pain was blinding, but pride was a merciless shield. Without another word, I turned and walked away, my footsteps echoing through the courtyard like a death march.
I didn’t dare look back.
Selina’s POVWhen Lucas left the room, the aftershock of him standing so close stayed with me like an ache in my ribs. His promise—the cold certainty behind it—settled over me like armor. He had said the thing I needed to hear and then some: he would make Jonathan disappear. He always said things that removed the immediate fear and then left me to deal with what came after.I should have felt relief. Instead, there was a hollowness that none of his vows could stitch shut. Jonathan’s words kept repeating in my head, an ugly loop: your son should be killed, he won’t survive, a boy who shouldn’t have been born. Each syllable scraped against the insides of me until I could barely breathe.Damon was asleep when I crept up the nursery stairs. The small house was quiet except for the soft wheeze of the baby monitor and the muffled night sounds beyond the windows. His tiny chest rose and fell, ignorant of prophecies and court whispers and monsters who played politics with lives. For a moment
Lucas’s POVThe night was too still. That kind of stillness that comes before chaos.I’d been in my office when the scent of fear hit me. Selina’s fear.It was faint but sharp—cutting through the oak and leather that usually cloaked this room. I froze mid-sentence, the pen snapping in my hand. Fear wasn’t an emotion my Luna wore often. She was built from fire and fury, forged in every war her bloodline survived. For her to smell like this… something had gone terribly wrong.When the door opened, and she stepped in, I knew it immediately.Her face was pale, her hands trembling slightly, though she tried to hide it behind that familiar strength. I rose without a word, the Alpha in me already restless, my wolf prowling beneath the surface. “Selina,” I said, voice low, rough. “What happened?”She didn’t answer right away. She closed the door, turned the lock, and leaned against it for a second, eyes closed like she was trying to steady herself. When she finally looked at me, I saw it—fear
Jonathan’s POVI like orchestrating things. The world tastes better when I arrange the right pieces and watch how people move—predictable, delicious. So when I decided to ask Selina out, it wasn’t a whim. It was an experiment. A test. A lure.She accepted, of course. She always says yes to meetings that look professional, and she always tries to prove she’s in control. That was the plan: pick a neutral place, remove witnesses, and see what she would do when I stopped smiling and started asking the kinds of questions that don’t have polite answers.The restaurant I chose was discreet—a boutique on the quieter side of town, soft lighting, linen napkins. I reserved a booth that allowed for privacy while still letting me watch her approach. Watching her cross the room, I felt the old thrill—hunger that was not purely physical. She moved like a wolf that had learned to look like prey, controlled and graceful, and even now, fully dressed in her law-firm armor, she carried moonlight with her
Jonathan’s POVLife has been painfully quiet lately. Too quiet.The kind of silence that makes a man—or rather, a creature like me—start thinking dangerous thoughts. The city outside hums with noise: honking cars, chattering mortals, the rush of living things scurrying through their meaningless routines. Yet inside my penthouse, there’s nothing but stillness. The ticking of a clock I don’t need. The whisper of the air conditioner that I don’t feel.Immortality has its curses, and boredom is the loudest of them. But lately, my mind hasn’t been quiet. It keeps circling back to her. Selina.The wolf who shouldn’t matter.The woman I can’t stop thinking about.Ever since our last meeting at the coffee shop, something has shifted. I can’t stop replaying it—her voice, her scent, the faint tremor in her pulse that told me she was fighting her instincts. It wasn’t fear I saw in her eyes that day. It was knowledge. Selina knows something. And that makes her dangerous.The moment she walked int
Selina's POVI counted every step from one end of the carpet to the other, back and forth, the nap of it crushed and wild under my bare heels. My toes caught on a loose thread with each circuit, a metronome for the grinding panic that had lived behind my breastbone ever since what happened the other night with Damon. Three days of trying to look like a Luna, a mother, someone in control. And now, at two in the morning, with the house reduced to bone-quiet, the only thing holding me together was motion.I’d started in the living room. Then the kitchen, in a circle around the island, until the marble gleamed with my sweat where I gripped it. When that didn’t help, I retreated upstairs, reasoning that at least my body would exhaust itself before my mind could unravel me completely.But it never worked that way.I kept pacing, up and down the length of our bedroom, the windows black, the moon hiding its face behind thunderheads. Even the wolves in the woods were silent, as if they knew so
Lucas's POVA hybrid. My mind caught on the word like a snare trap. The metal taste of blood lingered in the air—real, actual blood, not the metaphorical kind people invoke for drama. Damon wiped it off his cheek with the back of his hand, stared at the smear, and then licked it clean with a defiance that shot a line of ice down my spine. Six years old. Just six.Damon looked back, face dirt-streaked, blue eyes shining wild, and if there was fear in him, it was hiding.“A hybrid?” I managed, my voice splitting the silence the way a stone splinters still water. “Damon, was it someone you know?”He shook his head slowly. “Didn’t smell like anyone from here.” Then he paused, narrowed his eyes at me with that old-soul scrutiny he’d had since he could focus. “But not from Carr, either. Not even from the coast. It was new. Like—” he struggled for the word. “Like roadkill. Off.”Selina’s grip tightened, fingers trembling now, but only at the edges. She never let Damon see her scared. “You di
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