MasukChapter Two - I Don't Belong Here Anymore
Selene's POV I wasn't going to pass through the living room. I swear I wasn't. I needed to get my old book from the bookshelf next to the hallway though. I walked low. I didn't want to disturb anyone. But then… I saw them. He was on the couch. My mate. And she, Mira, was on his lap. Laughing. Moaning. Her hands all over him. His mouth on her neck. His hands under her skirt. There. At my dad's house. In the living room pack where I sat with him… where we once spoke of what was to come. I froze. I couldn't breathe. It felt as though someone had struck all the air from my chest. I wanted to turn around and run. But Mira saw me. And grinned. That malicious, evil grin. "Oh, Selene, “ she cried out, her voice big and insincere sweet. "Would you pour me a glass of water, please? I'm getting a little warm… " And then she looked down at her clothes like she was blushing, but her eyes were sparkling with amusement. "Maybe it's the pregnancy hormones." I stood there, still shaking. Pregnancy. The word cut into me like a knife. She was having his baby. And I… I was nothing. My throat was parched, but I nodded slowly. "Okay," I whispered. I hobbled into the kitchen, my legs jelly. My vision blurred through tears. I leaned against the counter so I could stand. I grabbed a glass in trembling hands. Filled it with water. Tried to catch my breath. Don't cry, Selene. Not now. Not in front of them. I went back into the living room and handed it to her. She looked up at me, took the glass, smiled again. And spilled the glass. The water trickled down her front. "Oh no!" she cried dramatically. Spun around to him with pseudotears in her eyes. "She did it on purpose!" she cried. "She's always mean to me! She's jealous because I'm pregnant” "I didn't—“ my voice cracked. "I didn't do anything." "She's been treating me badly since I arrived," Mira continued, clinging to him. "She wants to destroy the baby! She's envious of me!" That was a lie. A horrible lie. But he believed in her. He stood, face dark, enraged. "Is it true, Selene?" he asked coldly. "No!" I cried now. "Please, you know me. I would never hurt anyone. I tended to her—remember? I nursed her when she was sick! I took care of her clothes, everything—" "She's lying, " Mira whispered, burying her head against his chest.” "She just wants to drive us apart” His jaw clenched. Then—slap. He hit me. Right across the face. I backed away backward, onto the ground. The pain didn't even come first. Just the shock. My mate. My love. The man I trusted. He hit me. Tears ran down my face. I couldn't hold them back anymore. "I loved you…" I breathed. “I gave you my heart…” "My father trusted you. He gave you the title of Alpha… and I—I” "But I am the alpha now" he replied, coldly. Mira stood beside him now, hands on her belly, playing poor victim. But I had seen the smirk. The flash of victory in her eyes. "I'll let you stay in the pack," he finally said. "But not the packhouse." I looked up at him. I couldn't believe this was occurring. "You're kicking me out of my dad's house?" "You will live in the outer lands. You'll be treated like any common pack member," he continued unemotionally. "And you'll be shown how I rule. How my kids will rule the pack your father built." I gasped. I wanted to scream. I wanted to beg. But I didn't. Because somewhere deep down. I knew it was all over. The guards came. They once protected me. Called me 'Alpha daughter'. Then they dragged me out outside like nothing. I was pushed out. Bare feet. No backpack. No jacket. Only the dress on me and my broken heart. The door slammed behind me. I stood there slowly and looked back at the house. The house I was born in. The house where I smiled with my father. Where I kissed my mate for the first time. Now it wasn't home anymore. I got down on my knees in the freezing dirt. The night wind was cold, but colder than my chest. My heart was empty. As if someone had taken everything out of it and left nothing behind. I cried. But quietly. Shattered, mute cries. I didn't want him to hear. I didn't want Mira to hear. I didn't want them to know how much it was hurting me. I thought love was to keep you safe. But mine killed me. Now… I have nothing. No father. No mate. No home. Only me. Alone.Chapter 144 – The Weight of Forgiveness (Ronan’s POV)The night was quiet. The moon hung low over the palace, casting a pale silver light across the walls and floors. I stood at the window in my study, my hands pressed against the cool glass, staring out at the packlands below. Everything seemed so calm, so peaceful. Yet inside me, a storm raged—a storm of memories, regrets, and emotions I had been trying to lock away for far too long.I thought of Selene.Her face appeared in my mind unbidden: the way her eyes had looked when Evric had confessed, the shock, the desperation, the panic. I remembered the way my wolf had roared at me, telling me to strike, to demand truth, to punish. But I hadn’t. I had controlled it, for the sake of clarity, for the sake of the pack, and… for her.And yet, that didn’t make it any easier.I could feel the tightness in my chest, the ache in my heart that wouldn’t subside. The betrayal, real or imagined, had cut deep. Every instinct in me wanted to lash ou
Chapter 143 : Ronan’s Resolve (Ronan’s POV)I sat alone in my study, the fire dying low in the hearth, shadows stretching across the walls. My hands rested on the desk, but they felt heavy, weighed down by every thought I couldn’t shake. The truth had come out. Evric had spoken. Selene had tried to deny it. And I… I had felt every stab of betrayal as though it had cut me open from the inside.The anger had come first—sharp, burning, a wildfire that I could barely contain. I had wanted to roar, to punish, to make her feel the fear, the humiliation I’d carried since I heard Evric’s words. But then the anger had collided with something else, something softer but just as fierce: love.I loved her. I had always loved her. I had fought for her, waited for her, lost myself in trying to protect her even when I wasn’t near. And despite everything, I still saw her as the woman who carried my child, who had endured fear and uncertainty and survived.But love was complicated. Love was cruel when
Chapter 142 : The Alpha’s Wrath (Ronan’s POV)I watched Selene’s face as the words spilled from Evric’s trembling mouth. My hands clenched into fists so tight that my nails dug into my palms. Every fiber of my body screamed in fury, in disbelief.She had lied. She had betrayed me. She had crossed a line that no mate, no Luna, should ever cross.And now, seeing her panic, seeing her desperate, calculating eyes trying to twist the truth—it lit a fire inside me that I had never felt before. My wolf growled deep within my chest, a low, dangerous warning that only I could hear.“Selene,” I said, my voice low at first, steady but heavy, like the calm before a storm. “Look at me.”She froze, her breathing ragged. For a moment, I thought she might actually confess, might finally let the truth come out. But then, like I should have expected, she tried to turn it, tried to twist the knife in my chest.“He’s lying,” she spat, voice sharp, eyes flashing with panic and anger. “Evric is lying. He w
Chapter 141Ronan’s POVThe moment Evric’s words spilled out of his mouth, a growl ripped through me. The sound echoed in the walls of the house, low and dangerous, carrying the weight of an Alpha’s fury. He shook under my grip, his wrists bound tightly by the ropes I had tied with my own hands. His scent reeked of fear—sweat, shame, and regret—and it fueled the fire in my chest.“They both like each other. They kissed… did things… but never went further…” His voice trembled as he repeated what I had forced him to admit.The words pierced my chest like claws. I had expected betrayal—my instincts had whispered it for weeks—but hearing it confirmed, hearing that another male’s lips had touched what belonged to me, made the beast in me roar.My gaze snapped to Selene. She stood frozen across the room, her face pale, her eyes wide and shimmering with unshed tears. My mate. My supposed Luna. The one who was supposed to stand beside me through everything.“Is it true?” My voice was gravel,
Chapter 140Ronan’s POVThe packhouse was unusually quiet that evening. Selene had just retired to the other room after one of her endless complaints, leaving me to myself in the sitting hall. I leaned back against the armrest of the chair, my wolf restless under my skin. For days I had sensed something off—something lurking in the shadows of my pack, slipping right under my nose.Then the door creaked.At first, I thought it was one of the servants, but the scent that drifted in made me sit upright immediately. Evric.He entered nervously, muttering curses under his breath. He didn’t notice me—his eyes darted left and right, clearly searching for Selene. His fists were clenched, jaw tight, and the rage rolling off him was so sharp it stirred my wolf.“Selene!” Evric’s voice broke through the silence, filled with accusation and raw emotion. “You think you can just use me and then run back to him? Huh?”I froze where I sat, my body still but my mind racing. Use him? Run back to me? Wha
Chapter 139— Mirella’s POVI had never seen a house so big in my life. When Lucien brought me here, I almost thought he had made a mistake, that maybe he had taken me to the Alpha’s mansion instead. The walls rose high, white stone shining under the moonlight, with tall windows that looked like they had been cut from crystal. The front doors were so wide and carved with wolves running across them that I felt small standing in front of them.“This is home now,” Lucien had said, his voice calm but proud, his golden eyes watching me closely as though my reaction mattered more than anything else.For a while, I was too stunned to answer. I had grown used to Ronan’s house, where shadows and silence always clung to the corners. This place was nothing like that—it was alive, warm, welcoming, even though it felt too big for just two people.But the real change came when the pack began to notice.At first, wolves bowed their heads politely when they saw me beside Lucien. They respected him, so







