SELENA
Silence had never felt so heavy. I sat on the cold marble floor, tracing invisible patterns with my tiny fingers. My doll, the one with the missing eye and frayed dress, lay forgotten beside me. Something was wrong. The front door creaked open. My head snapped up just as a man stepped inside. He was a familiar face one of my father’s visitors, always with a friendly smile. But today, there was no smile. No warmth. Just the heavy thud of his boots as he walked toward me. A strange chill curled down my spine. “Where’s my father?” My voice was small, nearly lost in the thick silence stretching between us. The man crouched in front of me. His fingers brushed against my hair, gentle yet unsettling. “Selena…” His voice wavered, thick with something I couldn’t name. I swallowed hard. “Where is he?” A deep sigh escaped him before he finally met my gaze. “Your father is watching over you from above.” The room tilted. No. I had heard those words before. She’s watching over us from above, Selena. That’s what my father had said about my mother. But no matter how many times I searched the sky, I never found her. A lump clogged my throat. “Is he lying to me too?” I whispered to myself. My father always came back. He never broke his promises. He wouldn't leave me. Would he? Tears burned my eyes as the man Alpha Kinsley wrapped his arms around me. “I promised your father I would protect you. No one will ever hurt you, Selena. Not while I’m here.” I stiffened in his embrace. “When is my father coming back?” Silence. His arms tightened around me. I didn’t want comfort. I wanted my father. Alpha Kinsley pulled back, studying me with dark, unreadable eyes. “For now, you’ll stay with me. You won’t be alone, I promise. I have a son, four years older than you. He’ll be your playmate.” Playmate? I shook my head. “I don’t want to leave. This is my home.” His expression softened, but his decision was final. “You won’t have to leave completely. We’ll visit every weekend, alright? But it’s not safe for you here alone.” Not safe. The words hit harder than they should have. My father isn’t coming back. Just like my mother never did. A cold numbness spread through me as Alpha Kinsley carried me outside. The gates of my home my real home clanked shut behind us. I pressed my small hands against the car window, watching as the mansion disappeared into the distance. And then it was gone. ♦♦♦ The car rolled to a stop in front of a massive estate. The walls stretched high, crowned with jagged iron spikes. Guards tall and stiff stood by the gates, their faces expressionless. Alpha Kinsley stepped out first, lifting me into his arms. “Welcome to your new home, Selena.” My stomach twisted. It didn’t feel like home. It felt like a cage. Inside, the air was colder. The ceilings loomed above me, impossibly high. The scent of polished wood mixed with something sharp—metal and smoke. The warmth of my old home, the faint trace of my father’s cologne, was gone. Footsteps echoed. A boy stood at the top of the grand staircase. He looked about nine, his dark hair falling messily over piercing gray eyes. His gaze locked onto me, sharp and assessing like a predator sizing up prey. I shrank under his stare. “Who is she?” His voice sliced through the air like a blade. “She’s your new sister,” Alpha Kinsley said firmly. “She’s Beta Luca’s daughter.” The boy’s jaw tightened. His cold gray eyes flickered with something dark. “She’s not welcome here.” The air thickened. I clenched the hem of my dress, my heart pounding against my ribs. But I refused to cry. I knew from that moment this was not going to be easy.STEPHENTwo weeks.That’s how long I’ve stalked the edges of Adam’s mansion like a ghost in the shadows watching, learning, blending in.Now, I know every creak of the floorboards, every blind spot in the cameras, every rotation of the guards. More importantly, I’ve already planted my people inside, wolves loyal only to me. Disguised as guards. Waiting for my signal.How I pulled it off? Let’s just say I have my ways. I’m Stephen this is what I do.And tonight, I’m taking back what’s mine.Selena.The main gate creaks open as I approach in a stolen patrol car, my frame hidden beneath a crisp guard’s uniform. There’s no resistance Adam’s real guards are either unconscious or worse. My men handled them quickly.The mansion looms in the moonlight, silent and still. Too still. The kind of silence that makes your instincts prickle with warning.I step out of the car and stride to the front door without hesitation. No alarms. No resistance.Everything is going according to plan.Inside, the
ADAMSomething felt off.The moment Selena and I stepped out of the boutique, a prickling sensation crawled down the back of my neck an invisible weight pressing against my shoulders. I glanced casually over my shoulder. No suspicious cars. No shadowed figures. Just the regular buzz of town life. Still, the feeling wouldn’t leave.I gripped the steering wheel tighter as we got into the car. Selena settled into the passenger seat, her fingers brushing over her belly in slow, affectionate circles. My heart clenched. She smiled, unaware, lost in the moment, admiring the new baby clothes we'd picked out.But my mind was elsewhere.Stephen.Since the engagement party, ever since I caught the hunger in his eyes when he looked at her, I knew he’d come for her. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but he would. And that terrified me more than anything.I wasn’t just protecting Selena I was holding onto her with every thread of my being. I’d built a world around her. But lately, she’d started p
STEPHENThe moment my boots touched Nightshade soil, my blood began to boil.I hadn’t slept well in days, haunted by the image of her my Selena wrapped in another man's arms, smiling like she hadn’t once vowed herself to me. The memory of her standing next to Adam at that damned engagement party replayed in my mind like a curse. Her hand in his. Her laugh. The way she leaned into him like he was her anchor.That should’ve been me.I kept my hood low as I stepped out of the truck, my guards flanking me in silence. We weren’t here to make noise. Not yet.The Nightshade Pack was… different. Too peaceful. Children ran through the streets with painted faces, laughter echoing through the air like a celebration. Vendors lined the road with trinkets and sweets, and music played from a corner shop like there wasn’t a war history between our packs.It felt like a fantasy. Or a distraction.In my pack, smiles were earned after blood and sweat. We trained harder than we breathed. No one had time
STEPHEN“Father!”I burst into his chamber without knocking, the door slamming against the wall with a sharp thud. The scent of old leather and burning firewood filled the air, grounding me in this place I once called home but right now, it suffocated me.He was seated by the hearth, a thick tome resting open on his lap, glasses perched on his nose. Calm. Always so damn calm.“I need to talk to you,” I said, voice tight, raw with everything I was holding in.He closed the book with deliberate care, looking up at me with those unreadable eyes. “What is it, son?”I didn’t sit. Couldn’t. My body was buzzing, clenched with anger I couldn’t contain.“I saw her.”His brow lifted slightly.“Selena,” I clarified, heart thudding hard against my ribs. “She’s alive.”I searched his face for shock. Denial. Anything. But he just stared at me stoic, almost too composed.“You knew,” I said slowly, my voice laced with growing fury. “Didn’t you?”His silence made the air feel colder.“When I came back
ADAMThe moment the door slammed shut behind us, I lost it.My fist connected with the wall hard enough to leave a dent. Pain flared up my knuckles, but it was nothing compared to the fire in my chest. “What the hell was he doing here?” I muttered, pacing the room like a caged wolf.My mind reeled, trying to piece together how Stephen Stephen could have shown up at my engagement party.Unless… My heart sank.Did my father invite him?I had told him everything about Selena, about the risk. And yet, tonight of all nights, my father chose to pull this? To have him here, hovering in the shadows like a bad omen?I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply, but all I could see was Stephen’s back as he turned and vanished into the crowd. I knew that posture. The way his shoulders squared like he was daring someone to stop him. I’d recognize that bastard anywhere.He saw Selena.He knows.And if he truly knows she’s carrying my child… he won’t stop. Stephen doesn’t take losses. He destroys them. And no
SELENAThe car slowed to a stop in front of a grand estate lit up like a palace. Soft golden lights spilled out from wide arched windows, casting a glow on the neatly trimmed hedges and polished marble steps. Music drifted through the air lively, elegant, expensive.This was no small family gathering.I pressed a hand over the swell of my belly, feeling the flutter of tiny movements beneath my skin, and reached for Adam’s hand with the other. My heart thudded not from excitement, but uncertainty. This wasn’t what he’d told me to expect.I turned to him. “You said it would be small.”Adam didn’t answer right away. His jaw tensed as he scanned the crowd from behind the tinted windows. Finally, he looked at me, his eyes softening. “It is... small. For my world.”I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and nodded, stepping out of the car with him. The moment our feet touched the ground, eyes turned. Men in tailored suits, women draped in satin, all paused to watch us. They didn’t smile