Alpha Jackson And Selene Novels & Stories

After a minute or so their eyes clear, and Janelle is sulking worse than ever. “I have made this matter clear to both my children, Alpha Jackson. Do tell me though, why would you call Miss. Moon your mate? She is mated to my son, the future Alpha of Green Forest. We came to take her home, after Caroline called my son and explained the situation.”

Selene danced under the dim lights, twisting her body sinfully around the pole, and bared her skin for strangers for a living. She was everything that a king should never claim. A stained weak omega stripper. But Alpha Azrik could not deny the truth. Selene was a delicious forbidden fruit, sweet and dangerously tempting. The moment he caught her scent. He took her that night hard, claiming every inch of her body with hunger. Then he tossed her aside, choosing his throne over her. Selene never saw the betrayal coming, in her eyes Alpha Azrik, her mate, was her savior. The one who pulled her out of her dark cruel world. She had no idea that the same man had already signed her death sentence.

Damien nods in understanding. "You should thank me, I am not weak I was able to help today." Selena squeaks out. Damien smiled and gave a dramatic bow, "I am grateful for today, my lit…" "Hey! Don't you say that sentence, I am not a little girl!" Selena gives an eye roll. "Oh my bad, I am grateful for today, my great Luna." He said expatiating the great. "Yeah, that's more like it," Selena responded delightedly. They both went into the pack, meeting the confusing and sad faces of their members. They all rose to show some respect to the Alpha.

But just as I let the quiet wrap around me, Kaelen stepped closer to me like a shadow reborn from the dark—his eyes sharper now, burning with something unreadable, his face flickering to the child in my arms. “She looks nothing like him,” he said, voice rough, low. “She has my eyes,” I murmured. He nodded once, then knelt beside the bed, like a warrior preparing to go to war. His hand rested lightly on the blanket, near hers. “I meant what I said, Selene,” he said, his voice low but carrying something edged with steel. “You don’t belong to any Alpha. Not him. Not even me.” I swallowed hard, the closeness between us made my heart skip—but this wasn't lust. It was something else. Something dee

she groaned and wrinkled her nose, ignoring Dmitri’s growl of disagreement. ‘I don’t understand,’ I couldn’t do any more than think the words. ‘What do you not understand?’ my wolf grumbled. ‘You see it all through our eyes.’ ‘I don’t know what I’m seeing,’ I huffed back. ‘The woman you knew as Selene is the physical, mortal, embodiment of the Moon Goddess. Her chosen mate, our Alpha, is the rightful Alpha of Alphas. Sophie’s wolf is one of the Menae, gifted to her by the Goddess herself.’

Kael stood before the fire, lifting Selene’s hand into the air. “This is Selene Lunari—our Moonborn. Our Alpha Luna.” The wolves bowed. And the moon blazed brighter than it had in centuries. ---

I practically had to drag Selene out of the door as we all left for the Silvermoon Pack. We arrived late that night; the pack welcomed their Alpha and new Luna home, but they welcomed us too which made them both smile. This was it, this was our moment; Chris and Amber lead us to the front of the packhouse and let us address the pack. “Attention,” Chris said to the pack, then motioned to Selene, “this is my cousin, and our queen. Daughter of Nicholas and Aiday Serkan, Selene.” They all cheered and he raised his hand, “Please, give her your undivided attention.” He motioned for her and she stepped up; after explaining the plan, we saw many concerned faces, but Selene didn’t falter, instead she

He appraised me with that lazy smirk of his. “Going to see the Alpha?” he guessed. “You know me too well,” I said lightly. “I’ve always backed you,” he said after a beat. “You deserve what’s yours. You should be Luna.” Nice to have allies, even if their loyalty was as slippery as oil. Marcus, however, cut across our little triumph like a cold wind. He approached with the certainty of a man who believed he knew everything. “The Luna is still Selena,” he said flatly. “You were there when he rejected her,” Jackson retorted. “Don’t pretend you didn’t see this coming.”

"You said no one could break your magic. You said you were the strongest!" She sighed, like she was explaining something to a child. "And I am. But no spell of mine—no spell of any witch—can stand against the mate bond. Not when it’s been sealed by the Moon Goddess herself." My stomach dropped. "Mate bond?" "Alpha Jackson has claimed her," Selene said simply. "He marked her as his. Whatever hold you had over her is gone." For a second, I couldn’t breathe. Rage—white-hot and blinding—surged through me, tinting my vision red. "No," I spat. "No, she’s mine."

James stepped in, his head bowed in deference. "Welcome back, Alpha," he said, his voice steady but his eyes flickering with curiosity. I nodded, waving for him to take a seat. "James, we have much to discuss. The situation with the Silver Crescent Pack is escalating faster than anticipated. At this rate, I won't need to go to great lengths." James sat down, his posture rigid. "What did you find out, Alpha?" I leaned back, my fingers steepled. "I met Selene today. The Luna of the Silver Crescent pack."