Selene's POV
“And what if I leave, Selene? Then what?” he said coldly, stepping closer. His eyes burned into mine, so full of anger, so full of something darker than rage. “Listen to me. Without me, you are nothing. Just a lowly omega. Only fit to be a slave. My slave!”
His words punched the air from my lungs. They tore through whatever pieces of my heart I had left. My knees nearly buckled. Not because I was scared of him, but because part of me still stupidly wished he wouldn't say things like that.
Selene's POV “And what if I leave, Selene? Then what?” he said coldly, stepping closer. His eyes burned into mine, so full of anger, so full of something darker than rage. “Listen to me. Without me, you are nothing. Just a lowly omega. Only fit to be a slave. My slave!”His words punched the air from my lungs. They tore through whatever pieces of my heart I had left. My knees nearly buckled. Not because I was scared of him, but because part of me still stupidly wished he wouldn't say things like that.
Selene's POV “He didn’t see you,” Anthony whispered softly into my hair. “But I do.”Before I could even nod, the door was flung open with such force it nearly ripped off its hinges.Victor stood in the doorway, his eyes wild, dark with rage. His broad chest rose and fell heavily beneath his shirt, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.
Anthony's POV I could still hear Selene crying.Even after she ended the call, her sobs echoed in my head like a curse I couldn’t shake off. She had tried to act fine, but I knew better.I didn’t think. I didn’t ask for permission. I just grabbed my keys and stormed out.
Victor's POV I tasted regret the second her lips touched mine.Elara kissed me right in the middle of the greenhouse.I didn’t kiss back. I couldn’t. I froze, not because I didn’t know what to do, but because I couldn’t believe the nerve.Withou
Selene's POV I hadn’t left my room in two days.The curtains were drawn so tight not even a flicker of moonlight could sneak in. The whole place smelled like spilled wine, regret, and something rotten. Probably me. I hadn’t showered. I hadn’t eaten. I just lay there, curled up in Victor’s oversized T-shirt like it meant something. Like it didn’t smell like betrayal.My throat was still sore fr
Selene's POV After Lisa had left, I stared at the gown for a long time before finally picking it up. The style was indeed perfect. The colour, the fit, even the small details matched my taste exactly.I was really surprised Victor still remembered what I liked, but I tried to tell myself that it didn’t matter. That I didn’t care. Yet, when I finally tried on the gown and looked at myself in the mirror... I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time.