Romans & histoires I Will Never Be Yours Kian And Selena

I checked my phone, wondering why Zeke hadn’t arrived. “And where is Zeke anyway?" I asked. "Probably shagging Selena," Ziah said, smiling without humor. "Just as you shagged Camilla and left her pregnant," Kai said, sipping his steaming mug of coffee and making a slurpy sound with it. My ribs squeezed tight, and the envy from the boys transferred to me."Is Selena still on campus?" I asked.

Those same green eyes, A smell I remembered, something like sandalwood and a night I had tried to forget. And I knew. I knew it was him. The man from that night. The one who gave me the ring. It was him. It was Lorenzo Moretti. And I could not say anything. I could not ask him. I could not scream or cry or demand to know why he lied. Because I was not Alessia anymore. I was Kia Benett. Kia did not know him. Kia had never met him. Kia was just a young man looking for work. So I stood there, frozen, with my heart breaking and my mind spinning, and I could not do a single thing about it. Typical.

Selena studied his face carefully, searching for reassurance she could trust. “Will it hurt?” she whispered. Cassius hesitated for a brief moment. “Yes,” he admitted quietly. “But you won’t be alone.” That answer settled deeper than comfort ever could. Selena leaned into me again, her breathing slowly beginning to steady. Kane moved closer to her carefully, his small hand reaching for hers without hesitation. “I won’t leave you,” he whispered. Selena looked at him, her watery eyes softening slightly. “Promise?” she asked.

Killy’s POV The moment the private seaplane kissed the crystal water, I knew this trip was going to ruin me for every other vacation. The island was pure filthy paradise. Endless white sand, palm trees whispering in the breeze, and a sleek modern villa with floor-to-ceiling glass walls and an infinity pool overlooking the ocean. Total privacy. I had won this luxury solo trip, and they had gone all out to make it perfect. I unpacked fast, stripped down, and slipped into a tiny red bikini that barely covered my nipples and left my ass cheeks spilling out. The warm sun on my skin already had my pussy aching. By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need.

My voice raised in agitation and anger. Raven rubbed my back, "Calm down Ki , for your own sake" he pleaded. I was on my way to to ignore these shit pieces, and go all the way out of this crowd. When I heard another female voice: "Is that true, Mr.Kian that you are a playboy and know nothing about love so that your music is always rough and romance free" I turned to crush her in a moment or two, when a group of fangirl shouted: "KIAN! I LOVE YOU"

“You know that, Selena. You know I didn’t.” Selena didn’t even look at me. She tilted her chin upward, nose wrinkling like I was something beneath her notice. “And I’m supposed to take the word of a pathetic omega over mine?” she asked, eyes now darting between the triplets. “Who would you believe—your future Luna, or some orphan girl who doesn’t even know her place?” Kieran’s jaw flexed. For a moment, no one moved. No one breathed. And then he took another step forward, closing the distance between them until she had to crane her neck just to meet his eyes. His presence was suffocating. Commanding. His next words, when they came, were like ice water poured down a spine.

Kieran’s expression twisted, his fists clenching as he released my wrist. I blinked rapidly, my heart hammering as his silence stretched, heavy and oppressive. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, dangerous growl. “I’ve marked you, Selene. You belong to me now.” I shook my head, desperation clawing at my chest. “I don’t want to,” I whispered, my own voice breaking. “I don’t belong to you. I’ll reject you—” Before I could finish, Kieran’s hand shot to the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me into a searing kiss.

She wasn’t sure if she was ready to sound paranoid or vulnerable. Still, her eyes kept drifting to the girl, standing across the clearing, and the knot of discomfort tightened inside her. Aria leaned in toward Lena, nodding subtly in the other woman’s direction. “Who is that?” Lena and Nyah exchanged a loaded glance, a silent conversation passing between them before Lena finally spoke, her voice low and cautious. “That’s Selene. She’s… crazy.” Nyah’s tone was flat, edged with something colder. “She’s always been after Kieran. Says she’s in love with him. That they’re meant to be together. It’s… weird.”

I'd even held a gun at him, and had been determined to kill him. But then, Lucian roared. “Which I’m going to get once I get her back!” His voice boomed so loud the audio crackled. On screen, Kellan actually took a step back. “The documents are paper, Kellan. She is my wife! And there is no way in hell I am leaving her out there again.” “Wife?” Kellan looked confused. Then Lucian delivered the line that stopped my heart. “Because Maelis is Selene.”

“Shannon, everyone told me that you’re dead, but I don’t believe it! I knew you’d never leave me! Shannon, my little precious…” “Hey Sean, she is not Shannon!” Julio separated Sean and Shannon. He continued as he pulled Shannon back into his embrace, “She is Coco Jones, your sister-in-law.” “This is impossible!” Apparently, Sean refused to believe what Julio said. She was Shannon, his Shannon; he would not make such a mistake!