Taking Everything He Had

Damien had ruled through dominance, through fear, through carefully woven alliances that ensured his grip on Bloodmoon remained unchallenged.

But fear only worked until someone stronger arrived.

And now?

Selene was here to take everything he had built, leaving him with nothing but the bitter taste of his own failure.

Selene wasn’t just going to cripple Damien’s authority—she was going to erase it entirely.

The negotiations were set within the grand hall of Bloodmoon’s estate—the very room she had once been forced to scrub clean, the floors she had crawled across beneath the weight of their cruelty.

Now, she sat at the head of the table, Darius beside her, while Damien stood at the opposite end, his posture rigid, his jaw locked tight.

He thought he had options.

He thought he could deny her, resist her, maneuver his way out.

He was wrong.

Selene leaned back in her seat, her presence effortless, commanding, exactly the way Damien had once sat in this very chair, staring down at her as if she was beneath him.

Now, she was the one who dictated the terms.

"Bloodmoon is dying," she stated simply, no embellishment, no theatrics.

Damien narrowed his eyes. "You don’t know what you’re talking about."

Darius chuckled softly, shaking his head. "She knows exactly what she’s talking about, Damien."

Selene continued, utterly unbothered by his disbelief.

"The alliances you relied on have crumbled. Your financial resources have been drained. And your warriors? They know you are no longer untouchable."

Damien’s jaw clenched. "Bloodmoon is stronger than ever."

Selene tilted her head, smirking. "Then why are your landowners taking offers from outside bidders?"

The silence was suffocating.

Because she had already made her move before the negotiations even started.

She had spoken with every landowner who controlled Bloodmoon’s territory, made deals, ensured that the moment she stepped into this room, those contracts had already shifted into her hands.

Bloodmoon’s very foundation was hers now.

And Damien hadn’t even seen it coming.

Damien’s fingers flexed against the table, frustration bleeding into his stance.

"You manipulated them," he accused, voice edged with anger.

Selene smiled slowly. "I gave them better options."

His breathing deepened. "You think you can take this from me? You think my wolves will follow you?"

Darius leaned forward slightly, amusement flickering in his sharp blue gaze.

"They already are," he murmured.

Selene pushed a document across the table—legal transfers, ownership rights, every contract signed, sealed, binding.

Damien scanned the papers, his jaw tightening as realization settled into his bones.

His land was gone.

His financial backing was gone.

His influence was gone.

Everything that had once made him a ruler, a threat, a force had been stripped from him before he had even understood what was happening.

Selene exhaled slowly, watching him break.

"I didn’t come here for revenge, Damien," she murmured. "I came here to ensure that no one like you will ever have the power to do what you did to me again."

And with that?

Bloodmoon was no longer his.

It was hers.

With Bloodmoon’s land absorbed, the Ashen Pack grew beyond what anyone had imagined.

Selene didn’t need to fight for control—she had already won.

Damien was left with nothing, his wolves scattering, his name fading into irrelevance.

And Selene?

She stood at the balcony overlooking her newly acquired territory, Darius beside her, their empire stronger than ever.

He glanced at her, his voice low, edged with something almost impressed.

"You didn’t just take his land, Selene."

She smirked, watching the city beneath them, watching the dynasty they had created expand into something untouchable.

"I took his future."

Bloodmoon had been erased.

The Ashen Pack had risen.

And now?

Selene and Darius weren’t just rulers.

They were the force that would dictate the future of every pack on the continent.