MasukSelena.By the time the last light of evening began to fade, I stood before the mirror, smoothing my hands slowly over the fabric of my dress as I took in my reflection.I had taken my time with it.More than usual.Every detail had been considered—the way the material fell against my body, the way the color rested against my skin, the balance between elegance and restraint.Nothing too bold, nothing that would look like I was trying too hard, but just enough to remind anyone who looked at me that I belonged exactly where I stood.That I had always belonged.My fingers paused briefly at my waist before continuing, adjusting a crease that did not truly need fixing. I let my gaze linger on myself a moment longer, searching for something I couldn’t quite name.I looked composed.Put together.And for the most part, I was.But the unease from earlier hadn’t left me. It lingered quietly beneath the surface, like something waiting to be acknowledged, something I couldn’t fully push away no
Third Person POV:The room was quiet, save for the faint rustle of fabric as Talia adjusted the fall of her dress before the mirror. The lamplight caught along her shoulders and in her hair, picking out every detail she had already checked twice.Nothing about tonight would be left to chance.A slow smile curved her lips as she studied her reflection.Things were falling into place.The events of the day had shifted something within the pack, subtle enough that most would not notice, but she had. Moments like that were never random; they were opportunities, and she had learned long ago how to recognize them when they appeared.Denver had noticed her.That alone was enough to set everything else in motion.Her fingers stilled briefly against the fabric at her waist as the thought settled deeper. It was not simply about being seen—it was about being remembered.About standing apart in a way that could not be easily dismissed or forgotten. Tonight would ensure that.Dinner had not been
Selena. Later that evening, after Denver’s mother had stabilized and her personal maid had taken over, I returned to my room.Something felt off.Not in a way I could clearly define, not in a way that had shape or substance, but it lingered beneath the surface like a thought I couldn’t quite grasp, slipping away every time I tried to focus on it.I stood by the window, my fingers resting lightly against the frame as I watched the fading light stretch across the pack. Everything looked the same. Nothing had changed, and yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had.Maybe it was just me.That thought came easily now. Lately, everything seemed to circle back to me—my body, my failures, the quiet, unspoken tension that sat between Denver and me like something neither of us acknowledged, yet both of us felt.I pressed my lips together and exhaled slowly.Denver had never pressured me, never said anything outright, but something had shifted weeks ago after he asked if I had been taki
DenverAfter she closed the door, I did not ask her to sit, and that was intentional.Silence had a way of exposing people. Most tried to fill it when it stretched too long, their discomfort slipping through in small, careless ways. They shifted their weight, spoke too quickly, and offered explanations that had not yet been asked for. It was never the obvious reactions that gave them away, but the subtle ones, the things they did without realizing they were being watched.Talia did none of that.She remained where she was, composed in a way that did not feel forced, her hands relaxed at her sides, her posture balanced between ease and awareness.She carried herself like someone who understood the weight of attention and knew how to stand under it without letting it show.I let the silence linger longer than necessary, my gaze fixed on her as I observed every detail.There was no fidgeting, no unnecessary movement, not even a shift in her breathing to suggest unease.That, more than a
Talia.By the time the hallway emptied and the noise faded, everything had already settled exactly the way I wanted it to, at least on the surface.The servants moved more carefully now, their voices lower, their steps quicker, as though the walls themselves were listening. Fear had a quiet way of spreading in a place like this. One moment everything was normal, and the next, everyone was reminded how quickly things could fall apart.I walked through it all without drawing attention to myself.No one stopped me, and no one questioned me. If anything, the few glances I received held something new. It was not the casual indifference I had grown used to since arriving, but something warmer, something more aware.Respect.Gratitude.It almost made me smile, but I kept my expression composed as I turned down one of the quieter corridors, my steps steady and unhurried. Outwardly, nothing had changed, but inside, my thoughts were already moving, replaying every detail of what had just happ
Denver.The moment the door closed behind the doctor, the room fell into a kind of silence that didn’t feel like relief.I stood there for a while, my gaze fixed on my mother where she lay resting against the pillows. Her breathing was steady now, her face no longer flushed, the swelling slowly fading. To anyone else, it would have been enough to ease the tension.It wasn’t enough for me.My hands rested loosely at my sides, but I could feel the tightness in my muscles, the quiet strain sitting just beneath the surface. I had learned long ago how to control it, how to keep it from spilling over, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there.It was always there.Selena hadn’t moved from where she stood.I could feel her presence behind me, quiet, uncertain, carrying a weight I didn’t need to turn around to recognize. Guilt. Worry. Questions she hadn’t asked yet.But my focus stayed where it needed to be.On what had just happened.On what should never have happened.A severe allergy wasn’t s
Trigger warnings: This chapter contains physical assault, threats, and parental betrayal.-----Selena.Christopher found me the next morning.I felt it the moment the guards outside my door shifted, their posture changing in that subtle way that meant someone important had arrived. Someone they ans
Selena.By the time I reach my room, my hands are still shaking.Not from fear.From him.From the way Alpha Denver’s fingers had barely brushed my skin and yet left a burn that refuses to fade. From the restraint in his eyes, the battle he fought so openly frightened me more than Christopher’s crue
Denver.I had followed her without being seen, moments after she left my room.Old habits. Old instincts. Something told me Christopher might want to get back at her, and I was not about to let that happen.When she first entered her room, I thought my concerns were unfounded for a moment, until I
Denver.I did not knock.I didnt need to announce myself.The guards outside Christopher’s door barely had time to straighten before I push past them and open it.Sound hits me first.A woman’s breathless moan. The unmistakable cadence of pleasure. The low, careless murmur of my nephew’s voice, thic







