INICIAR SESIÓNSelene’s POV
There it was again. I stopped walking. Completely still. The air shifted. It was subtle and also get extremely wrong My fingers curled slowly at my sides as I focused. Trying to catch it and to also understand it. This was Magic, but it wasn’t mine. A slow breath left my lips. “…so it begins.” I closed my eyes briefly, letting the energy brush against my senses. It wasn’t controlled, neither was it refined. It was raw, wild and unstable. And it was coming from her. My eyes snapped open. Sharp and Cold. “Hannah.” The name tasted bitter on my tongue. I turned slowly, walking back into my chamber. The candles flickered violently as I passed, reacting to the shift in my mood. “She survived the ritual…” I murmured. “…and now this.” That wasn’t normal. Not even close. I moved toward my table, where my herbs and vials were carefully arranged. My fingers hovered over them, but I didn’t pick anything up. Because for the first time I wasn’t sure what I was dealing with. “She’s not human.” The realization settled heavily in my chest. But instead of fear I felt irritation. No I felt more than that. I felt threatened. My jaw tightened. The way the alphas looked at her, the way they were starting to shift… I saw it even when they tried to hide it, and I hated it so much. “They were never supposed to change.” My voice dropped, and it was extremely dangerous . “I was enough.” Silence filled the room. But deep down, I knew the truth even though I didn’t want to admit it. That wasn’t true anymore. I turned toward the mirror slowly. My reflection stared back at me. Perfect, powerful and unmatched. And yet, She’s affecting the bond. That was the problem. Not just her existence. But what she was doing to them. I stepped closer to the mirror, my gaze darkening. “If she stays…” Everything I built Everything I planned Would fall apart. And I wouldn’t allow that. My fingers brushed lightly over the surface of the mirror. Cold and still . “Then I remove her.” Simple and Clean. That was my final decision. I turned away, already thinking and already planning. But something stopped me. A feeling. Faint. But there. I looked down at my hand slowly. Magic flickered around my fingers Unstable. My expression changed. Just slightly. “…no.” That had never happened before. Not to me. I clenched my hand tightly. Forcing the magic back under control. But the feeling remained. That same presence. That same interference. “She’s disrupting everything.” My voice dropped into something colder. More dangerous. Which meant one thing. I couldn’t wait anymore. The longer she stayed, The stronger she would become and the more threatened I’ll become. And if that happened… Even I might not be able to stop her. A slow smile spread across my lips. Dark. Decisive. “Then I’ll act first.”Hannah’s POV Silence lingered in the room after Kael’s words. “We want to make things right.” I didn’t respond immediately. Didn’t nod. Didn’t speak. I just stared at him. Trying to understand what he meant. Trying to figure out if this was another trick. Another game. Another way to control me. Because trust didn’t come easily anymore. Not after everything. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?” I asked carefully. My voice came out steadier than I expected. But inside My heart was beating too fast. Kael leaned back slightly in his chair, his posture relaxed but his expression still serious. “We start with respect.” Riven scoffed quietly behind him. “Which we clearly didn’t show before.” Lucien remained silent. Watching me. Always watching me. Like he was trying to read every thought running through my head. Respect. The word sounded strange coming from them. Almost unfamiliar. “And what does respect look like to you?” I ask
Hannah’s POV The palace felt different that afternoon. Quieter than usual. But not peaceful. Heavy. Like something was about to happen. I sat beside my mum’s bed, gently brushing my fingers through her hair as she slept. Her breathing was steady. Slow. But weaker than before. That alone made my chest tighten. “She needs rest,” Tianna whispered softly beside me. I nodded. “I know.” But rest didn’t stop fear. It didn’t silence the voice inside my head that kept whispering: Something is wrong. My mum stirred slightly, shifting against the pillows. I leaned closer immediately. “Mum?” Her eyes fluttered open slowly. Tired. But aware. “You’re still here,” she murmured faintly. A weak smile formed on her lips. “Of course I’m still here,” I said softly. “I’m not leaving you.” Her fingers reached for mine, squeezing gently. “You should rest too.” I shook my head. “I’m fine.” She gave me that familiar look again. The one that sai
Hannah’s POV I couldn’t sit still. Not even for a minute. My legs kept moving on their own, pacing across the length of the room while my eyes stayed fixed on the door. Waiting. Listening. Hoping. It had been almost an hour since the maid escorted my mum to Selene’s chamber for her first treatment. One hour. But it felt like ten. Every second dragged painfully slow, like time itself wanted to test my patience. “What if something goes wrong?” The thought slipped into my mind before I could stop it. I shook my head immediately. No. Nothing would go wrong. It couldn’t. Not after everything I sacrificed to bring her here. Still… The uneasiness remained. Heavy. Persistent. Impossible to ignore. I walked toward the window, pulling the curtain slightly aside. Outside, the palace grounds stretched endlessly, filled with trimmed hedges and stone pathways. Beautiful. Perfect. Peaceful. Too peaceful. “You’re overthinking,” I muttered qu
Selene’s POV The knock came just as I finished grinding the last set of herbs. Soft. Respectful. Timed perfectly. “Enter,” I said without looking up. The door opened slowly behind me. Footsteps followed. Light. Careful. Measured. I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. I could already feel her presence. Weak. Fragile. Human. “Elara Valen,” I murmured, still focused on the mortar in my hand. “You finally arrived.” The scent of fear drifted toward me. Subtle. But unmistakable. “Yes…” her voice came out soft, slightly breathless. “I was told to come here.” Of course she was. Exactly as planned. I finally turned. Slowly. Deliberately. She stood near the doorway, one hand gripping the edge of the wall as if she needed support just to remain standing. Her skin looked pale. Too pale. Her shoulders slumped slightly under the weight of exhaustion. Weaker than I expected. Good. That made things easier. Behind her stood on
Hannah’s POV The room was quiet. Too quiet. But not in a lonely way like before. This time… it felt warm. Full. Alive. My mum sat on the bed, resting against the pillows the maids had carefully arranged behind her. She looked exhausted. Like the long journey had drained whatever little strength she had left. Still… She smiled. And that alone made my chest feel lighter. “Are you comfortable?” I asked, adjusting the blanket around her legs for what felt like the hundredth time. She gave a small laugh. Soft. Weak. “You’ve asked me that five times already.” I ignored that. “Because you haven’t answered properly.” Her eyes softened as she watched me fuss over her. “You’ve grown,” she murmured. I paused. “What?” “You’ve grown into a woman.” My throat tightened slightly. That wasn’t what I expected her to say. I sat carefully on the edge of the bed beside her, smoothing my dress nervously. “You make it sound like I was a child yesterd
Selene’s POV I watched them from the balcony. Silent. Unseen. Waiting. Below me, in the grand entrance hall, Hannah clung to her mother like a child who had been lost for years. Tears streamed down her face without restraint. Her voice cracked. Her shoulders shook. And yet She smiled. That smile irritated me more than it should have. My fingers tightened slightly around the cold metal railing. So tight that the metal groaned faintly under the pressure. “How touching.” The words slipped from my lips, low and bitter. Mother and daughter reunited. Hope restored. Faith rewarded. Pathetic. I leaned slightly forward, watching as Hannah helped the weak woman toward the inner halls. Her steps were slow. Careful. Protective. Like she was afraid the woman would break if she breathed too hard. Elara Valen. The fragile human who had caused all of this trouble. If she had simply died in the human world… None of this would have happened. N







