Selene’s POV
I woke up to a stranger’s breath on my skin… and I panicked.
One second I was tangled in sheets, my head pounding, body aching like I’d been hit by a freight train. The next, I realized I wasn’t alone. A man stood at the edge of the bed, barely clothed, eyes like glacial death locked onto me with terrifying calm.
I screamed like my lungs might burst.
But the man just stood there, unmoved. No reaction. No flinch. Just those soul-piercing eyes...icy and merciless...watching me like I was nothing more than a bug he hadn’t decided whether to crush or ignore.
“Who the hell are you?!” I shouted, panic punching my chest.
His expression didn’t change.
It was only then that I noticed...my naked body tangled in the sheets, the mess around the room, his towel flung over the window rail like a forgotten sock. Rhiannon’s dress lay crumpled at the foot of the bed. My panties and bra? On the floor. The bed? Looked like a pack of wolves had torn through it.
And this stranger...this man...just stood there like a storm dressed in human skin, eyes as sharp as broken glass.
“I should be the one asking who you are,” he said coolly, voice low and controlled.
My hands instinctively clutched the sheets tighter around me. The weight of his gaze made the air feel colder, heavier, like the whole room had been plunged into winter.
“No, I...I should be,” I stammered. “You’re naked. And in my bed. This is my room.”
He tilted his head slightly, like I’d just told the punchline of a bad joke.
“My name is Lucian,” he said...every syllable firm, deliberate. “Now tell me yours.”
Long, razor-like claws started to extend from his fingers as he cracked his knuckles, slow and deliberate. My stomach turned.
“S-Selene,” I managed, my voice breaking. “I...I swear, this is my room. I was drunk. I came in to sleep it off.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not!” I cried. “I can prove it. I have the keycard.”
He stared at me, no trust in his expression...just calculation. But after a second, he stepped back and gave a small nod.
I scrambled around the wrecked room, heart pounding. It took a moment, but I finally spotted the card. Crumpled. Dusty. Shoved in a corner like trash. I snatched it up and held it out like it was a winning lottery ticket.
He looked down at the card. His expression didn’t change. But the second the sunlight hit his face, I froze.
Gods.
He was stunning. Jaw carved like marble, chest sculpted like a weapon. But those eyes… They didn’t belong to a prince or a man. They belonged to a predator.
He glanced at the card again.
“Is this a joke?” he asked, voice suddenly full of ice.
“What?” I blinked.
“This is room 320.” He held the card up. “Yours says 381.”
My stomach dropped through the floor.
“No… no way.”
“See for yourself,” he said simply and tossed the card back at me. I fumbled it like a klutz, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in my face. I finally caught it and read the damn thing.
3. 8. 1.
My heart skipped a beat.
“This says 381.” I blinked hard.
“Exactly,” he said flatly. “And this...” he gestured around the room, “...is 320. So, tell me again... who sent you?”
My hands trembled. “This can’t be real.”
“You going somewhere?” he asked coolly.
“I… I need to check the door. Maybe this is all a mistake.”
“You’re naked,” he pointed out.
I froze, looked down, and wanted to disappear. I yanked the blanket around me and bolted for the door. One look at it was all any sane person needed.
It was 3. 1. 8.
“Oh no,” I whispered as reality slammed into me. I had wandered into the wrong room. I was the intruder here. In Fact if anything, I had downright taped him.
I turned to leave but Lucian’s voice, flat and cold, stopped me in my tracks.
“Now confess. Who sent you? Isolde?Theron? My father?”
“What...? No! I don’t know any of those people!”
I turned to face him again, panic rising like bile. “I swear to the Moon, this isn’t a setup. It was my birthday. I just wanted to relax. I went drinking with my sister after my boyfriend… after I saw him with someone else. I felt sick and dizzy, and I came to sleep it off. I must have… I must have gone into the wrong room.”
Tears welled in my eyes again.
“I wouldn’t… I would never use my virginity to manipulate anyone,” I whispered, voice cracking. “This was a mistake.”
He stepped forward, grabbed my face...not hard, but not gentle either. I flinched, thinking he might lash out. But his fingers stilled, and his grip loosened. His thumb brushed my cheek.
I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt the tear slide down and land on his hand.
He stared at it like it burned him.
Then, without another word, he turned away.
“You should go,” he said, voice lower now. Almost soft. “Don’t forget your card.”
I nodded quickly, scrambled into my clothes, and ran for the door. My legs shook as I stepped into the hallway.
I was barely ten feet from his room when I heard my name shouted.
“Selene!”
I turned to see them.
Rhiannon.
Corwin.
Together.
Their voices were loud and accusing. My name came out of Rhiannon’s mouth like a curse.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she hissed, eyes cold, face twisted into something I didn’t recognize.
“I...”
“What are you doing in a hotel room?”
“Did you sleep with someone?” Corwin cut in sharply.
“She clearly did,” Rhiannon snapped. “Look at her hair. Her face. How could you do this to Corwin?! He loved you!”
“You were lucky to have him at all,” she continued. “He chose you...an omega with no wolf...and this is how you repay him?”
The scene exploded. Their voices echoed off the walls. People peeked out of rooms. A crowd started to form.
That’s when I saw him.
Room 381. The fat old nobleman who’d always stared too long, complimented too much.
He stepped out of the room meant for me.
And everything clicked.
The setup. The forced drinks. Rhiannon’s insistence. The way she rushed me through the crowd and handed me a keycard without letting me read it.
And then...on her wrist.
That Bracelet.
The one I saw on the girl Corwin was screwing.
The one she claimed to throw away.
It was right there. Smiling at me from her damn arm.
“It was you,” I whispered, numb.
“What did I ever do to you?” I asked, voice cracking, tears burning down my cheeks.
“You betrayed Corwin!” Rhiannon yelled to the crowd like she was some self-righteous Luna. “She’s crying because she got caught!”
I opened my mouth to speak...but I couldn’t.
I just stood there, breaking, drowning in betrayal and humiliation.
Corwin started to say something, but the hotel door slammed open behind me. Hard.
Lucian stepped out.
The whole hallway fell silent.
Chapter 97 – The Predator’s IllusionDorian’s POVThe wind lashes my face like sharpened glass, slicing at skin already numbed by cold. Each gust feels like a punishment—like the world itself has turned against me. The sky is a bruised shade of gray, swollen with snow that falls in silent, suffocating sheets. Mist swirls around the skeletal trees, thick and malevolent, slithering through the branches like a ghost hunting for warmth.I can’t see. I can barely breathe.The forest is no longer a place—it’s a thing. Alive. Watching. Waiting.Every crunch of snow beneath my boots sounds like a war drum in this quiet void. The terrain warps before me, distances stretch unnaturally, and time feels like it's bending in on itself. I don’t know how long I’ve been wandering. Hours? Days? Weeks?Snow reaches my thighs now, dragging at my legs with every step like I’m wading through frozen cement. My muscles burn. My lungs rattle. My ribs scream with every breath, and even my teeth ache from the c
Chapter 96 – The Trap of ShadowsLucian’s POVThe firelight flickers violently inside the war tent, casting dancing shadows on the canvas walls like spirits trying to escape. Outside, the camp bustles with distant clanks of weapons, the occasional howl of a restless wolf, and murmurs of soldiers preparing for the offensive at dawn. But inside this tent, it's just me, the maps, and the rising storm inside my head.We’ve been planning our next move for hours. Supplies calculated, routes marked, escape tunnels mapped in case of ambushes. The war is bleeding us slowly. Every step we take forward, we lose a toe in the process. And now, when I finally feel like we’re gaining ground, something presses into my mind—sharp and unnatural.A voice. “Lucian? Can you hear me?”I freeze mid-sentence, quill suspended over a blood-stained parchment. It’s not spoken aloud. It’s in my mind—threaded with magic. Ancient. Familiar.Theron.His voice isn’t laced with sarcasm or fury. Not filled with venom
Chapter 95 – The Burden of BloodLucien’s POV“Gone?”Theron’s voice is barely more than a whisper, yet it slices through the chaos like lightning splitting the heavens. The storm howls above us, matching the fury building inside my chest. Rain hammers down in relentless torrents, soaking through our cloaks, armor, skin—down to the bone. The earth beneath our feet is soft and treacherous, sucking at our boots like it wants to drag us under. Thunder growls like a beast overhead.“Gone?” Theron repeats, his voice cracking, his pupils dilating as if he's seeing a ghost. “What do you mean—gone?”My fists clench so tightly that blood seeps from where my claws pierce my own palms.“She vanished.” I grit the words between my teeth. My wolf paces within me, on the edge of snapping. “Vanished from her room in the dead of night. No sign of forced entry. No scent trail. No packed belongings. Not even a freaking hairpin out of place. Cathy didn’t just leave. She was taken.”His mouth opens. No so
Chapter 94 – The Reckoning of BrothersSelene’s POVThe morning doesn’t begin. It erupts.The emergency commline beside our bed screams to life, its piercing chime slicing through the early hush. Lucien is already moving before I fully register the sound. His hand darts to the device, voice clipped, urgent. I can only make out fragments from the other end—words tangled in panic and static.“…no sign…vanished…no disturbance in her quarters…”Lucien’s spine stiffens. The line goes dead. He doesn’t speak. Just stares—hard and blank—at nothing, his jaw clenched so tight I hear his molars grind.“What is it?” I whisper, already sitting up, heart racing.He exhales once, a long breath through his nose. “Cathy is missing.”I blink, disoriented. “Missing? What do you mean missing—?”“She never left her room last night. Or so they thought. This morning, her bed was untouched. There were no signs of a struggle. No broken windows. No magic traces.”I swing my legs over the bed, pulling on clothe
Chapter 93 – Shifting Ground Selene’s POVI barely remembered waking. Just warmth. My body molded into Lucien’s, our limbs tangled, his breath steady behind my ear. I stirred first, shifting to glance at the clock, but his arms only tightened.“Lucien, we have a full—”He cut me off, voice thick with sleep. “Let the world wait.”I laughed quietly, trying again to wriggle free. “You’re being ridiculous.”“I’m king. I can afford to be.”His lips brushed the back of my neck. I stilled. My pulse sped up. The moment stretched. I felt his hand splay against my stomach, firm and possessive.“Stay,” he whispered. “Just for a little longer.”Resistance? Gone. I melted back into him. Even my wolf rolled over in agreement, purring through our bond. I reached behind me, fingers threading into his hair. He responded immediately, his mouth trailing over my shoulder, igniting heat wherever it passed.There was no urgency, no frenzy. Only rhythm. Breath. The creak of the mattress and quiet sighs sha
Chapter 92 – Quiet FireSelene’s POVHis lips brush mine again. We pause. Warm breath between us. His gaze stays on me. Steady. Soft. I smile without thinking. He does too.We laugh. Sheets bunched at our waists. The sound is small and close. The storm is behind us. We earned this calm.Lucien leans in. Voice low. “No one’s getting between us again. I won’t let it happen.”I touch his cheek. “Neither will I.”I guide him closer. His weight settles. I press a palm to his chest. I pull at his shoulder. He understands. He always does.We move together. Slow at first. Then sure. We do not rush. I breathe him in. He holds me like I am something he chose and will choose again.I pull back and look at him. No throne. No court. No rulebook. Only us.“Stay with me,” I whisper.“I will,” he says.We kiss again. I let the world fall away. The walls fade. The door is only wood. The bed is only wood and linen. He is real. I am real. That is enough.The rest belongs to us. The details stay in the d