Alle Kapitel von Mate In The Shadows : Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

The cool breeze of the morning settled, gently rustling the trees, and sweeping Selene’s chestnut brown hair off her shoulders, letting it fall onto her back. She was lost in thought, wishing things were different. She adjusted the tray of breakfast bowls in her hands, barely noticing her aunt passing by as she went into the cabin. I wish being an omega didn't make me invisible. "Selene!" Emory, her aunt called out. Selene snapped back to reality. "Coming," she said, as she carried the tray into the cabin where she placed it in front of the small wooden table for her aunt and her husband with whom she lived. "Took you long enough." "I'm sorry." "I wonder when you will eventually find a husband of your own and leave me in peace." Selene kindly dismissed herself and went into the corner of her little space in the cabin. She started to think again, she wondered how different things would had been if she had been with her own parents. Things would have been different, right? At least she

Selene moved through the quiet forest, the night heavy and still around her. The memory of him, of that night, her fingers twisted the edge of her sleeve. Her cheeks still burned, her pulse quickened at the memory, each detail of that night replaying like a wild dream. She hadn’t known she could feel so bold, so reckless, so alive in a single moment. The thought made her blush, small and guilty, and a warmth bloomed inside her that had nothimg to do with the fire in the tavern. Her hands trembled slightly as she pressed them to her chest, trying to calm the fluttering in her stomach. She had crossed a line she never imagined, and somehow… she didn’t regret it. She finally made her way back to the cabin, her mind spinning from the memories. The quiet of her little space felt different now, charged with something she couldn't name, something new. She slipped through the door, hoping to be invisible. “Finally,” her aunt's husband sneered, emerging from the shadows of the kitchen. “Did

The wind carried more than leaves that evening. Something in the air had changed, it was undeniable. Selene’s wolf shifted, alert, sensing an energy she couldn't name. She had thought the ceremony, Orion’s claim, and the whispers were the hardest moments she would face. She was wrong. Her body had begun telling its own secrets, changes she could no longer ignore. Each day reminded her that nothing would stay the same, not her, not Orion, not the pack. Things were changing. And they weren't waiting for her. And then.. he appeared. He stood tall, golden eyes cutting through the shadows like sunlight on steel. Broad shoulders, hair catching the fading light in soft glints, presence commanding. Every breath Selene took felt shallow. "You're alive," he said, voice low but sharp. He didn't smile, he didn't need to. Just being there made the time stop. "I.. I'm fine," Selene whispered, though the lie tasted bitter. Her hands instinctively hovered over her stomach. Orion’s gaze dropped

   The palace hall seemed quieter than usual, the usual hum of whispered conversations and shifting feet muted by the weight of expectation. This was the kind of room where decisions were made, alliances weighed, and power measured with a glance. Every eye in the hall seemed to trace their progress, assessing, judging and measuring her worth. Selene’s wolf stirred, alert, coiling around the edges of her awareness. Orion’s hand brushed hers, grounding her, reminding her that she wasn’t alone. She took a steadying breath, calming herself. Theron’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, sharp and deliberate. “You’ve made your choice, Orion,” he said slowly, each word measured. “But you should know… not all things can be chosen freely.” Orion’s brow tightened. "Explain." A faint smile flickered at the corner of Theron's lips. "The pack has... traditions. Arrangements. Plans that were made long b

The palace had never felt this full… and yet this hollow. Voices carried faintly through the corridors beyond her chamber doors; servants moving, guards shifting positions, life continuing as it always had. And still, something about it felt… distant. Like she was watching it all from behind glass. Selene sat near the tall windows of her chamber, one hand resting over the gentle curve of her stomach. Selene had begun to notice the difference long before anyone said it aloud. Six months into her pregnancy, the changes had become impossible to ignore. The child moved often now, small rolling shifts and stretches that made her pause mid-thought just to feel them fully. Some days, the joy overwhelmed her. Other days, it terrified her. Because this wasn’t just a child, it was an heir. A target. A future that others might try to control. Each movement grounded her, reminded her that no matter what stirred beyond these walls, something precious and steady was growing within her. Her senses ha