Selena Artwork Novels & Stories

The realization made me unexpectedly happy. Beside me, Rylan had gone strangely quiet. I glanced up at his face. "What?" "Nothing." "You are thinking.” "I process thoughts constantly, Artemis." "Exactly my point." That observation earned me a light flick to the forehead. I gasped dramatically, holding my skull. Rylan ignored my reaction completely. Under the willow tree, Selena suddenly reached into her pocket and held something out in her palm. It was a small, carved wooden wolf. Even from this distance, my eyes tracked the shape.

It wasn't spectacular. Not in the traditional sense. No dramatic colours. No grand statement. Just an elderly woman sitting alone at a kitchen table. Yet somehow Jessica couldn't stop looking. The expression on the woman's face felt familiar. Loneliness. Hope. Memory. All existing together. Jessica stepped closer. The brushwork fascinated her. The subtle details. The quiet emotion. The truth of it. Without realising it, she pushed open the door. A small bell chimed overhead. The gallery was almost empty.

They asked me to follow them and turned to leave without giving anymore details. I paused for a second to think about it, but my instincts betrayed me. I followed behind them and walked into larger room, six times my size of room. A large portrait of the Alpha and a man and a woman behind him hung up in the wall. It grabbed my attention the moment I walked in. Everything about the room looked sophisticated. Obsidian carvings, an artwork that added life to the room, the floor was marbled, but somehow I could see my reflection almost clearly. The furnitures in the room and the private balcony stashed with vintage wines.

“It’s good to see you again.” Leo turned, slightly surprised. “Selena? I thought you weren’t interested in art anymore.” “I am… when someone who stains art is being hailed as a symbol of moral rebirth.” Her voice was low, but laced with precision. Leo gave a dry smile. “You’re talking about Evelyn?” Selena only shrugged. “Just making sure… you know who it is you’re praising.” She slipped a thin envelope into his hand. “Original documents. Last year’s gallery audit. Sealed tight. But I know… you have an eye for truth.”

Luna Savina growls at her, even her wolf is now trying to come out of the surface. Luna Savina can’t believe that such a despiteful woman can exist, and she even looked like an angel with her baby blue eyes and golden locks framing her rounded face. She should have known that Celia had a hidden agenda when she came here offering them her baked brownies and drinks. If Celia thinks that she can fool Luna Savina and Alpha Axel just like how she had tied Lorcan around her fingers, then she is wrong. Luna Savina can see through her fake appearances and beneath her angelic features lies an evil seductress who destroys everything.

“Leave it, sis. We'll talk later. Selena is coming to pick me up. Love you.” “I love you too.” She laughs. “Goodbye.” I look at the clock. Selena must be arriving shortly. Soon, the roar of the Lamborghini’s engine is parked in front of me and the doors are unlocked. I get in the car, and my mouth drops open. Selena is wearing a short black dress with lace and bright stitches. The long sleeves are all lacy, giving it a delicate and sexy look at the same time. What catches my attention mostly is her scarlet mouth. This is the first time I’ve seen her with red lipstick, which is way too sexy.

She started, gazing at the city, “What your mate will be like?” Selena sat with her legs crossed, leaning backwards onto her right hand. She wore a black dress that accentuated her slender waist and chest and stretched down past her knees with a white blazer that fell to her waist. Her flowy, long, white hair danced in the wind every few seconds before falling back down onto her chest. She had piercing blue eyes and a small nose, giving her a sharp yet protectible charm. “No… but what is a mate?” Selena responded, staring at the skyline in front.