Selene has spent her entire life as an outcast—a wolfless omega at the bottom of the Silver Claw Pack. Beaten down, used, and treated like nothing, she stopped dreaming of freedom a long time ago. Until the night she ran. With no pack and nowhere to go, she crosses into Black Oak territory, knowing it could mean her death. The Black Oak wolves are brutal, their Alpha even more so. But instead of being torn apart, she’s given a chance—a chance to fight, to survive, to become something more than the weak girl everyone saw her as. For the first time, she’s in control of her own fate. Until everything shifts again. Two months after her eighteenth birthday, the impossible happens—her wolf awakens. But the real shock comes in the dining hall, when she locks eyes with the last person she ever expected. Alpha Black. Feared. Ruthless. Untouchable. And now, her mate. But Selene has spent too long being unwanted, too long fighting for herself. She doesn’t know how to trust this bond—or the man fate has tied her to. Because belonging to the most powerful Alpha in the region doesn’t mean safety. It might just mean the most dangerous thing of all… giving someone the power to break her.
Lihat lebih banyakGrin, grin, grin, grin.
The alarm wouldn’t shut the hell up.
I groaned and slapped around blindly, hand smacking the nightstand until I found the damn thing and hit it. Silence. Thank the Moon. My eyes were still closed, my body glued to the thin mattress like I could sink through it and vanish. I didn’t even need to look to know it was still dark outside—no one else in the world was up at this hour unless they had a death wish or, like me, they were cursed with omega duties in the Alpha’s house.
Five in the morning. Every single day.
No wolf. No rank. No future. Just me and the bottom of the pack, kissing dirt with a smile.
I laid there for another minute, staring at the ceiling even though I couldn’t see it. The air was cold and stale. It smelled like wood and forgotten dreams—whatever that smells like. I could hear the quiet wheeze of the heater trying to work. It didn’t. It hasn’t in years.
Whatever.
I sat up slowly, every muscle in my back stiff from the rock-hard cot. My room was a closet. Four walls, no personality. One dresser, barely standing. A cracked mirror I refused to look in most days. What was the point?
If you’re wondering who I am—fine. I’m Selene. Eighteen in three days. Five feet of nothing special. Sleek black hair that does what it wants, hazel eyes that don’t sparkle, and a face people only remember to sneer at. My wolf has never showed up
In a pack like Silver Claw, that makes me a joke. An embarrassment. The kind of girl people think it’s okay to shove into lockers, dump their food on, trip in the hallways, whisper about like I can’t hear them.
I hear everything.
My mom died when I was little. I don’t remember her much—just the smell of her perfume when she hugged me and the sound of her humming at night when she thought I was asleep. She was warmth.
Dad... he tried. For a while. Then he met Lilian.
She was human, which was rare enough in this world, but somehow, she made him smile again. Made our house feel like it had walls instead of just shadows. I expected her to hate me, like everyone else did. I waited for it. But she didn’t. She loved me. Really loved me. Not out of pity. She just... did.
Then Rhea came along—my little sister. Eight years old now, all sunshine and toothy grins, like the world hasn’t bitten her yet. She’s everything I’m not. She looks at me like I’m someone worth loving.
I’d burn the world down before I let anything happen to her.
I got dressed in the dark, like always. Same pants, same shirt, same tight braid pulling my red hair back so no one could grab it when they got bored at school. I knew how to dress for survival, not attention.
I moved through the hallway quietly, careful not to wake anyone. Lilian didn’t deserve to be up this early, and Rhea—she needed sleep. She had a field trip today or something. I’d promised I’d try to get home in time to hear all about it.
If no one beat the crap out of me before then.
Outside, the cold slapped me in the face the second I stepped off the porch. The sun wasn’t even up yet. Just that icy blue nothingness before dawn. My breath fogged in front of me, and the path to the Alpha’s house stretched ahead like a trail of punishment.
Up the hill. Past the guards who never looked at me. Through the servants’ door like the help I was.
The Alpha’s quarters were all stone and glass, luxury stacked on top of power. Even the damn floor smelled expensive. I didn’t belong there. But I still had to clean every inch of it like my life depended on it. Because it kinda did.
Kitchen. Dining room. Polishing the staircase banister. Scrubbing bathrooms used by people who wouldn’t even spit in my direction unless it was on purpose. That was the routine.
And if I missed a spot?
They’d make sure I knew.
Some days it was verbal. Most days it wasn’t.
They liked keeping me bruised and quiet. It made them feel stronger.
By the time I was finished, my shirt was soaked with sweat, my fingers red and raw, and the sun was finally dragging itself up over the treetops. I still had to get to school. Because gods forbid I miss a day of being reminded just how unwanted I was there too.
Silver Claw High. A beautiful blend of fake smiles, real claws, and endless reminders that I was less than everyone else. Classes were half normal subjects, half pack training. Everyone else trained with their wolves. I sat in the corner, watched them shift, and took notes like a loser.
“Selene,” someone called as I stepped into the courtyard.
Damian
Of course.
I hissed, yanking back, my skin red and blistered. “Silver,” I muttered, my voice trembling, tears falling freely now. Rhea’s sobs grew louder, her small hands gripping the bars of her cage, her face crumpling. I wanted to tell her I’d come to save her, to promise I’d get us out, but the truth was bitter—I was a captive too, just as helpless, trapped by Kasamaan’s magic.I sank back to the floor, my head spinning, and tried to reach for Luna, my wolf, but she was silent, locked away behind a wall of magic. Nora, my fae side, was just as faint, her power a dim spark I couldn’t grasp. I reached for Darius through our bond, desperate for his strength, but the mindlink was dead, cut off without my wolf. Frustration burned in my chest, hot and sharp, mixing with anger as my mind replayed the argument I’d overheard. The sacrifice must be willing.Those words stuck, heavy with meaning. If Kasamaan needed me to agree, to offer myself, then I still had power. Was this what Seraphina meant when
She was alive, but whatever hit her was strong, magical. I stumbled into our room, my heart in my throat. The window was shattered, glass scattered across the floor, claw marks scarring the frame. I didn’t think—I dove through, landing hard in the dirt below, my senses sharp despite the magic trying to fog my mind. Claw marks led from the house, faint but fresh, and I followed them, my wolf snarling, desperate to find her.The trail led to the tree line, then stopped, like whoever took her had vanished.I pushed through the bond, reaching for Selene, but it was silent, empty, like she’d been cut off. “Selene!” I roared, my voice echoing through the forest, my hands shaking as I searched the ground for any sign—a broken twig, a scent, anything. Nothing. The trail was dead, and so was my hope of finding her fast.I kept moving, running from one dead end to another, my chest heaving, my mind racing. The rogues at the border, their long pause, their sudden attack—it was all a distraction.
Dianne, walking beside me, must have felt it too—her shoulders stiffened, her eyes darting to the shadows. “Move faster, Selene,” she whispered, her voice low and urgent. “We’re not alone, damn it.”My pulse spiked, and we quickened our steps, our boots echoing on the wooden floor as we headed for the stairs. The pack house was too quiet, the usual warmth of the kitchen and the warriors’ laughter gone, replaced by a heavy silence that pressed against my skin. Going to the safehouse now, with this feeling crawling up my spine, would only draw danger to the others—the young, the elders, everyone we were trying to protect. “Our room,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, glancing at Dianne. She nodded, her jaw tight, and we veered toward the staircase leading to Darius’s and my bedroom.Halfway down the top-floor hallway, a shadow moved—a blur of motion, like a breeze wrapped in a cloak, flashing past us in the dark.My breath caught, my eyes straining to make out the figure. It looke
“Form up at the border! Move!”The warriors fanned out, their movements quick and practiced, while Darius led the way, his strides long and sure. I kept pace, my heart racing, Luna stirring inside me, eager for a fight. The border wasn’t far, just past the tree line, where the pack’s territory met the wild. As we ran, I could feel it—something dark, heavy, pressing against my senses. Kasamaan’s rogues, maybe, or something worse. The staff from the vision flashed in my mind, its power still a ghost in my hands, and I wondered if I’d need it soon.We reached the border, the forest opening to a clearing where the ground was torn up, claw marks fresh in the dirt. The warriors spread out, forming a line, their growls low, claws ready. Darius stood at the front, his eyes scanning the trees, his voice steady but deadly. “How many?” he asked the warrior who’d raised the alarm.“Dozens,” the warrior said, catching his breath. “Maybe more. They’re fast, organized. Not like regular rogues.”Darius
I gasped, my eyes flying open. I was back in the mountain chamber, sprawled on the cold stone floor. Darius was kneeling beside me, his hands gripping my shoulders, his face pale. “You okay?” he demanded, his voice rough. I nodded, my throat tight, still reeling from the vision. The warriors stood in a loose circle around us, their eyes scanning the shadows, but they stayed silent, their presence steady and watchful.“I saw him again,” I said, my voice shaky. “Hunter. And Michael. And… Seraphina.”Darius’s brow furrowed. “Seraphina? “yes,” I said, pushing myself to my feet. My legs wobbled, but Darius steadied me, his hand warm on my arm. “She said my powers were sealed. Something about hiding me from… Kasamaan.”I rubbed my arms to chase away the chill. “Hunter looked so… broken. Like he was giving me up to protect me.”Darius’s jaw tightened, and he glanced at the rune, still glowing faintly on the wall. “These visions,” he said, “they’re showing you something, but they’re not giv
We headed downstairs, the pack house quieter now, the scent of roasted meat and warm bread drifting from the kitchen.The warriors were already there, digging into plates piled high, their laughter loud and rough, a release of the day’s tension. Megan waved me over, her grin wide as she shoved a plate toward me.“Eat, Selene,” she said, her tone teasing but warm. “You look like you’re about to start chewing on the table.”I rolled my eyes, sliding into a seat beside her. “Hilarious. Try fighting monsters and running all day without food.”She smirked, nudging my shoulder. “You’re still standing, aren’t you? That’s more than most could say.”I took a bite, the food hitting my stomach like a gift, but my mind was already back in the mountain, with the runes, with Maradona and Hunter. After dinner, Darius and I climbed the stairs back to our room, the warmth of the meal still lingering in my chest. I slipped into bed, his strong arms wrapping around me, pulling me close. His steady breathi
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