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Face to Face with Nightshade

Author: S.J. RAE
last update publish date: 2026-04-02 20:52:33

My parents looked exactly as I remembered. Frozen in time. Mom’s dark hair streaked with silver. Dad’s strong jaw. Both are peaceful. Like they were sleeping instead of trapped.

“They’re really alive.” My voice came out strangled. Wrong. “You weren’t lying.”

“I never lie. I manipulate. I misdirect. I strategize. But I don’t lie.” Tessa circled the chambers. Fingers trailing along the glass. “Your parents have been here for twenty-two years. Suspended. Waiting. Perfect subjects for our experimen
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  • THE CAMPUS ALPHA’S WOLFLESS MATE    Everything We Have

    The house was loud on a Sunday.This was its natural state now. Selene at three had a volume setting that defaulted to considerable and a personality that filled rooms the way her father filled rooms, completely and without trying, by simply being present and entirely herself. She was currently in the garden with Damien, who had arrived an hour ago with food he claimed he had made too much of and had been recruited immediately into a game whose rules Selene had invented and was changing in real time.I stood at the kitchen window with both hands around a mug of tea and watched them.Damien crouched on the grass in his good jacket, which he had not taken off despite the game requiring a level of movement that was going to have consequences. Selene was directing him with a stick, pointing at different parts of the garden and issuing instructions he was following with the focused compliance of a very large man who had met his match in a three-year-old and was entirely at peace with this.

  • THE CAMPUS ALPHA’S WOLFLESS MATE    Three Years Later

    Selene learned to run before she fully learned to walk.Not a metaphor. She had gone from unsteady steps to a lurching determined run in the space of about two weeks, skipping the careful middle stage entirely, which Aunt Clara said was unusual and Damien said was exactly right and Lycian said nothing about because he was too busy following her around the garden making sure she didn’t run directly into things, which she had strong opinions about doing.She was two and a half. She had her father’s nose and my stubbornness and a laugh that had not lost any of its brightness since the first time I heard it on a Thursday morning in the nursery. She had dark hair that she had recently decided she did not want brushed, a position she held with considerable conviction, and opinions about everything from which cup was the right cup to which direction they walked to the park and whether the birds were friends or strangers, a distinction she updated daily and considered very important.She call

  • THE CAMPUS ALPHA’S WOLFLESS MATE    What Love Looks Like

    Four months old and Selene laughed for the first time on a Thursday morning in September.Lycian was changing her on the mat in the nursery, talking to her the way he always talked to her during changes, a full explanation of everything he was doing and why, treating her like someone who deserved to know the reasoning behind all decisions made on her behalf. She was looking at his face with the focused attention she reserved for him specifically, the quality of her gaze when it was directed at him was different from how it was directed at anyone else. Warmer, more complete. The light around her was already two degrees brighter than its resting state just from being in the same room as him.He made a sound. Something ridiculous. The kind of sound adults made at babies without self-consciousness, without any concern for dignity, the sound of a person who had decided that making this specific child respond was worth any sacrifice of personal gravitas.She looked at him for one suspended

  • THE CAMPUS ALPHA’S WOLFLESS MATE    The Texture of Days

    Three months old and Selene had discovered her hands.She lay on the play mat on a Tuesday morning and held both fists in front of her face and looked at them with the intensity of someone encountering something completely unexpected in a familiar place. She turned them. Opened them slowly. Closed them. Opened them again. Her expression cycling through wonder and confusion and a deep focused concentration that was so entirely her father’s that I had to press my lips together to keep from laughing at the familiarity of it.The light around her hands shifted as she moved them.This was something Aunt Clara had been documenting for three months now with the patient thoroughness of someone assembling a picture one careful piece at a time. The Carried Light responded to Selene’s attention. When she focused on something the light around that part of her brightened slightly, warmth following intention, the way a flame leaned toward a draft. When she was distracted it settled back to its rest

  • THE CAMPUS ALPHA’S WOLFLESS MATE    Held in the Circle of Light

    Six weeks old and Selene had decided that two in the morning was for being awake.Not every night. Just enough nights that I had stopped being surprised by it, had stopped lying in the dark hoping she would settle, and had started simply accepting it as one of the rhythms she had established, the particular schedule of a person who had opinions about things and was not shy about expressing them.I carried her to the nursery. Settled into the rocking chair. Turned the lamp on low.The light around her was clear in the dim room. Clearer than in daylight. The soft silver luminescence that Aunt Clara had been documenting for six weeks now, that had been with her since the first moment and had not dimmed or changed except in response to her moods, her contentment, the particular warmth of the people she recognized.Right now it was steady and calm. She was not distressed. She was simply awake, her dark eyes open, looking at the ceiling above the rocking chair with the focused attention she

  • THE CAMPUS ALPHA’S WOLFLESS MATE    Her Name

    We named her on a Sunday.Ten days old and she had been she and her and the baby and little one and in Damien’s case the boss, which he had started on day two and showed no signs of reconsidering. But she had not yet had a name. We had a list that had been growing and shrinking since week twenty, names added and crossed off, none of them landing with the particular certainty that I had been waiting for without knowing I was waiting for it.Until the morning I woke up before the sun and lay in the quiet dark and said it to myself once and felt the way it settled.Selene.For the moon she carried in her blood. For the light that had saved us and cost us and made us what we were. For the grandmother who had hidden that light for thirty years so that one day her granddaughter could carry it openly and freely and without fear.And for the Carried Light that Aunt Clara had found in the old texts, the light that had been supposed to be extinct and had come back in this specific child, in thi

  • THE CAMPUS ALPHA’S WOLFLESS MATE    The Message

    I woke to voices. Low. Tense. Coming from the living room.My hands throbbed. My ankle ached. Everything hurt worse than when I’d fallen asleep. The medication had worn off.Through the bond, I felt Lycian’s stress. Sharp and jagged. He was trying to keep it from me but failing.I sat up slowly. Wi

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  • THE CAMPUS ALPHA’S WOLFLESS MATE    Inherited Power

    “Cancel the wedding,” Lycian said immediately. Voice hard. Final.“What? No.” I stared at him. “We’re not canceling because they’re watching.”“They just threatened us. Directly. At our wedding, we’ll be exposed. Vulnerable. Perfect targets.” He was already pulling out his phone. “We postpone. Move

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  • THE CAMPUS ALPHA’S WOLFLESS MATE    One More Thing

    I looked up at Thaddeus. Mud crusted in my hair. Blood dripped from my palms onto Lycian’s shirt. Everything hurt.“What one more thing?” My voice came out hoarse. Raw from smoke and screaming.Thaddeus walked closer. His shoes were polished. Clean. Everything I wasn’t. He looked down at me with an

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  • THE CAMPUS ALPHA’S WOLFLESS MATE    Breaking Point

    I didn’t sleep that night.Just lay in bed staring at the ceiling while Tessa snored softly across the room. My phone sat on my nightstand. Dark. Silent. Waiting for the decision I had to make by nine o’clock.Take Marcus Blackthorn’s money. Stay away from Lycian. Keep my scholarship and actually h

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-18
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