All Chapters of Crowning the Alpha I Hate.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Selene's POVThe walk to the ceremony ground from Damien's house should be at least a fifteen minute walk if I take the main road.But I take the forest path to pick some wild fruits and oranges to give Damien after the ceremony. I pick enough to last both of us right after the ceremony and at night when we sit by the bonfire, celebrating and keeping the moon company on its longest night of the year.Securing them in my backpack, I head towards the road connecting the forest to the ceremony ground. I barely take a few steps when I feel it. The dread and excitement I can never explain, the butterflies of fear swirling in my stomach, the yearning and ache for Devlin Draxmore.Maybe due to years of constant bullying and humiliation from the Alpha-to-be and heir of the Draxmore Dynasty, I always know when he's within a two to three mile radius.The irony is, he knows too.I pause to listen, to be sure I do not walk into him. If I want a chance to be spared whatever his twisted mind deems

Selene's POV"So why did you force Mr. Blackthorn to swear one with you?""I didn't." I say quickly, my voice sharper than I intend."Sure, you don't want to think that answer over?"What? My chest tightens."I did not." I insist.The silence that follows feels heavy. Mr. Adercrest watches me. From the corner of my eye I see Devlin lean back in his chair, his lips curled in amusement. He is watching me too, hoping for cracks. He has never seen me crack, since he started bullying me, and he won't see one, not now. Not ever."Then why can't I bond with him?" Cecilia's voice slices the silence, fierce and demanding. I notice her for the first time, behind the council members. She looks ready to demand my blood."Because the moon won't let me." She spits, answering her own question. And I almost laugh.Of course the moon won't let them mate. It's the winter solstice, and only true-born mates can mate, and they risk punishment if the committee finds out. There's a reason why the mating com

Devlin's PovSelene, on the verge of brokenness, isn’t a sight for sore eyes. There is beauty in it. There's something darkly satisfying about the way her hair falls over her face, strands sticking to her cheeks like an attempt at comfort she doesn’t deserve.Her head hangs a little low, her defiance toned down. I know the moment she senses me. Her shoulder tenses, her head lifts ever so slightly, and she looks in my direction. Her eyes take a moment to register me and then, like a switch flipping, the defiance roars back full force.I chuckle, letting the sound roll through the room. Excitement buzzes in every of my muscle. My little kitten will never break for me.I move away from the door, deeper into the room. I don’t bother scanning it; every instrument of torture, every rope, every whip, and every painful contraption has been mapped and memorized long ago. Some I favor. Some I use only for fun. But tonight isn’t about the tools, so I ignore them. Tonight's about my little kitten