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Kieran's POV
The battlefield reeked of blood and burning flesh. Smoke curled in the night air, thick with the metallic scent of war. Beneath my boots, the ground was slick with the aftermath of the battle - wolves, both in human and beast form, lay motionless, some barely clinging life. I rolled my shoulders, my muscles still tense from the fight. Another victory, another step towards crushing Darius Nightshade's forces. But this war was far from over. Finn, my Beta, approached from the treeline, his sharp gaze sweeping over the bodies. "They fought harder this time." "They're getting desperate," I muttered. Darius wouldn't stop sending his soldiers until my entire pack was burned to the ground. But he underestimated me. He always had. Finn crouched beside an injured rogue, his voice low. "This one's still breathing." I stepped forward, towering over the barely conscious wolf. He reeked of Darius's pack, his eyes wild with pain. "Where is he?" I asked, voice calm but cold. The rogue spat out blood onto the dirt, giving me a weak smirk. "You think... you've won?" I knelt beside him, grabbing his throat in a steel grip. "Where. Is. He?" He coughed, laughing even as he choked. "You'll never see it coming." I bared my teeth, my wolf snarling beneath my skin. I could snap his neck in a heartbeat, but I didn't need to. The light in his eyes faded before I could even make the choice. Dead. Finn exhaled sharply. "That's the third one today who's hinted at something bigger." I stood, shaking off the frustration burning through me. "Then we prepare for it." Finn nodded, but his expression remained grim. "And there's something else." I turned to him. His jaw tightened. "Your mate. She's here." Everything in me stilled. For years, I had wondered who the Moon Goddess had chosen for me. Wondered if she'd be strong enough to stand beside me, to rule beside me. And now... she was here? "Where?" My voice was low, unreadable. Finn hesitated before answering. "At the border." I didn't waste another second. The moment I stepped into the clearing, my world shifted. Selene Everhart stood there, moonlight casting a silver glow on her dark hair. She was beautiful - fierce, with sharp eyes that should have softened at the sight of me. But they didn't. She was staring at me like I was the enemy. My wolf growled in protest. She was mine. The bond between us pulsed, undeniable. I took a step forward, expecting to feel the pull that mates were supposed to have, expecting her to come to me. Instead, she took a step back. "I reject you, Kieran Blackwood." The words hit like a blade to the chest. For the first time in my life, I felt the sharp sting of disbelief. "What did you just say?" Selene's chin lifted, defiance flashing in her eyes. "I said I reject you. I don't want this bond." A cold, dangerous silence stretched between us. My wolf snarled in fury, clawing to take control, to force her to submit. But I kept it leashed. "You don't have a choice." My voice was quiet, but it carried weight. Selene exhaled, her expression unreadable. "I always have a choice." I should've been furious. Should've accepted her rejection and let her walk away. But instead, something in me snapped into focus. She thought she could deny fate. Thought she could walk away from me like it was that simple. She was wrong. I took another step closer, my presence towering over hers. "You think rejecting me will free you?" My voice dropped lower, a challenge. "It won't." Her breath hitched, but she didn't back down. "Watch me." And then, before I could stop her, she turned and disappeared into the night. Finn was waiting when I returned to the pack house, his expression unreadable. "How'd it go?" I clenched my jaw. "She rejected me." Finn's eyebrows shot up, but he didn't look surprised. "And you let her?" A slow, predatory smirk curved my lips. "She thinks it's that easy." I exhaled, shaking my head. "It's not." Finn's eyes glinted with amusement. "So what now?" I looked out into the darkened woods, where my mate had vanished into the night. "Now?" My voice was laced with determination. "Now, the real hunt begins."Kieran's POV The moment Finn stormed into my office, I knew something was wrong. "You're not going to like this," he said, his voice tight with barely contained frustration. I set down the glass of whiskey I'd been holding and leveled him with a stare. "Then don't waste time. Spit it out." Finn exhaled sharply, shoving a hand through his hair. "It's Selene." Her name was enough to send a bolt of tension through my spine. I hadn't seen her since the night she ran, but she had haunted my thoughts like a ghost that refused to rest. I had spent years hardening myself against weakness, against distractions, but she had been the one thing I couldn't bury no matter how much I tried. I leaned back in my chair, keeping my expression unreadable. "What about her?" Finn's jaw tightened. "She met with Darius... again." The words took a second to sink in. The air in the room seemed to shift, growing heavier, hotter. I went still. "Come again?" "She's still making contact with
Selene's POV The moment I stepped back onto Everhart territory, I felt the weight of my decision settle over me. The confrontation with Darius had been a gamble - one I wasn't entirely sure had paid off. I had gone there as a show of strength, to prove that I wouldn't be intimidated. But the way he had looked at me, the way he had spoken... It left a bitter taste in my mouth. I hated that I had needed to meet with him in the first place. Hated that I had to consider an alliance with him at all. But what choice did I have? The Blackwood Pack would never accept me now. Kieran had made that clear. He didn't want me as his mate. He didn't want me at his side. And yet... I swallowed hard, trying to shake the lingering memory of him - the way his golden eyes burned into me even as he rejected me. The way my wolf still ached for him, despite everything. I needed to push those thoughts away. The moment I crossed the threshold of my pack's main hall, my mother's voice rang
Selene's POV Darius Nightshade leaned back in his chair, a slow smirk curving his lips as he studied me. His office was dimly lit, the scent of burning wood and aged whiskey filling the air. It was nothing like the sleek, controlled atmosphere of Kieran's territory. Darius's domain was rawer - wilder. I stood in front of his desk, my arms crossed over my chest, trying to suppress the unease curling in my stomach. The man in front of me was dangerous. He always had been. And now, I had willingly stepped into his den. "Selene Everhart," Darius mused, tapping his fingers on the wooden surface. "I have to say, I didn't expect this." I lifted my chin. "I came to talk, not play games." His smirk deepened. "Funny. I thought that's all you and Kieran ever did - play games." My wolf bristled, but I forced myself to remain still. "I rejected him," I said evenly. "My loyalty is to my own pack. Not his." Darius chuckled, the sound low and amused. "Oh, I know. The whole damn t
Kieran's POV I knew something was wrong the moment Finn stormed into my office. Not wrong in the usual way - the kind of wrong that came with managing a pack, handling rogues, or preparing for war. This was different. Finn's eyes were sharp, his energy tense. His hands clenched at his sides like he was barely holding himself back. I set my whiskey glass down with deliberate calm. "What happened?" Finn didn't speak right away. He was waiting. Choosing his words carefully. I didn't have the patience for that. "Spit it out." My voice came out rougher than I intended. He exhaled sharply. "It's Selene." I went still. My fingers curled against the edge of the desk. "What about her?" Finn hesitated for half a second. Then he said it. "She's with Darius." The air in the room shifted. A slow, cold rage started building in my chest. I pushed away from my desk, standing to my full height. "Explain." Finn's jaw tightened. "She went back to her pack, and Darius was
Selene's POV Darius Nightshade leaned casually against the doorframe, looking completely at ease - like he belonged here. Like he owned the place. And for the first time in my life, my father didn't tell him to leave. A cold, sinking feeling settled in my gut. "What the hell is he doing here?" I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended. Darius smirked. "That's no way to greet an old friend, Selene." "You are not my friend," I snapped. His golden eyes gleamed with amusement, and his smirk only widened, as if my hostility entertained him. "No? That's funny. Because your father and I were just having a very... interesting conversation about your future." I turned to my father. "What is he talking about?" Alpha Ronald folded his arms across his broad chest, his silver eyes assessing me. "You left me with very few choices, Selene." A chill ran through me. "Choices for what?" Darius stepped forward, his presence suffocating, his scent thick with dominance and somet
Selene's POV The moment I crossed into Everhart territory, I felt the shift in the air. The trees seemed taller, their branches whispering secrets I didn't want to hear. Shadows stretched along across the forest floor, deeper, the weight of my choice pressing down on me like an iron collar. I was home. And yet, I had never felt more lost. The guards at the border recognized me immediately, their sharp eyes flickering with curiosity - and something else. Pity. They knew. Of course, they did. News traveled fast between packs, and nothing spread quicker than the scent of rejection. I kept my back straight, my chin high, refusing to show weakness as I strode past them. Let them talk. Let them whisper about how the Alpha's only daughter had walked away from the bond that was supposed to define her. I had made my choice. Now, I had to live with it. As I approached the heart of the pack's territory, the towering structure of the Everhart packhouse came into view,







