Novel & Cerita Selene Ashford

she said softly. The moment I heard her voice, I shot up from my seat. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” Selene stood there, now dressed in a maid’s uniform instead of her luxurious gown, clutching a teapot with shaking hands. She looked terrified. “I-I’m here to serve you…” I slapped the teacup out of her hands. Hot tea splashed onto her skin, making her cried out in pain. “Asher already told you to leave. So why the hell are you still clinging to us like a damn leech?”

“Hold the torch for me.” Aisha stiffened. “All night,” Selene added sweetly. “So I may return and observe at my leisure.” It was calculated cruelty. She meant to exhaust Aisha. To humiliate her as well. To assert that my influence no longer shielded anyone. “Leave her out of this,” I said evenly. Selene’s eyes flicked to mine. “You are in no position to command.” She stepped back. “Do not let the flame die,” she told Aisha.

Eli did not attempt to control her or diminish her autonomy; instead, he amplified her confidence, encouraged her dreams, and offered unwavering support in both joyous and challenging moments. By the end of the autumn season, Selene felt a profound sense of hope and renewal. Her heart, once guarded and cautious, had found a place to rest, healed by patience, respect, and understanding. She had discovered that love, when grounded in trust and mutual respect, could be a powerful source of strength rather than an obstacle.

Bianca, Mr and Mrs Kingsley daughter said and hissed. “No, it’s not why I am here , I mean yes, I didn’t get the job, I came here cause I saw someone ” Jasmine said quickly. Her eyes widened. Mrs Kingsley raised a brow. “Who?” Jasmine hesitated. “Selena ” Everything went silent. Mrs Kingsley stood slowly. “What did you just say?” “I saw Selena,” Jasmine repeated, her voice low. “She’s alive, She was walking down the hallway in Damon Williams’ mansion, She looked healthy ”

"Keep your distance from her I turned but he was already heading up the stairs. No reason. No explanation. Just a closed door I hadn't been invited through. I searched her name on the bus home. Selene Blackwood. Ashford Security, our VP of Operations Lycan aristocracy. A society photo from two years ago, standing next to Matthias at some fundraiser. She's tall, blonde, and just naturally beautiful, like someone who's always had a silver spoon in their mouth and never had to work for it.

I looked up at Miles who was still watching Cordelia go. “Is she your significant other?” I blurted the question without really thinking about it. “No, Cordelia is a human. She was hired as a house Nanny and a personal donor if Master Cadogen fancied a normal meal.” I cocked my head. “What does that mean? A personal donor?” Miles blew out a breath. “It Means that when Master Cadogen wants a meal of blood she is one of the women that he drinks from. It is a great honor to be a royal donor.” He was back to being the stickler for rules.

I found Selene in the west corridor, alone, exactly where I expected her to be. She stood beneath the arched windows with moonlight pooling around her like a spotlight, the sacred necklace still draped across her collarbone as though she'd forgotten it was there. She hadn't forgotten. Women like Selene Ashwood didn't forget anything. She was waiting. She'd probably been waiting since the moment I walked out of the dining hall, counting the minutes until I came looking for her, because she understood something about me that I was only beginning to understand about myself.

"You look like a man who's had a very long night." "Selene." Kade's voice was careful, weighing something Luna couldn't read. "I didn't expect Ashwood to be watching this border." "Ashwood watches every border that matters," Selene said, her sharp eyes moving past him to land on Luna, taking in the torn silver dress, the exhaustion, the faint silver light still visible beneath her skin. Something flickered across her scarred face — recognition, maybe, or calculation, or both at once. "So this is her. The Moonfire heir the whole kingdom is suddenly whispering about."

The pack had gathered in a wide circle, leaving the centre open. They had arranged everything themselves. Kael stood beside her as she settled their son against her chest. The full moon shone overhead. Selene looked around at the waiting faces. "For most of my life, the name Ashford was something people hunted, whispered about, or tried to hide." She paused. "But last night, as I walked through this house, I realised I couldn't remember the last time I'd been afraid to say it." She looked down at the baby. He was wide awake, watching the lanterns with an expression of deep suspicion.

They just watched, wide-eyed, as I passed through the gates and into the palace courtyard. The Ninefold Platform loomed ahead, draped in the tattered remnants of white flowers from the wedding. My wedding. The day that was supposed to bind me to Kael and instead had shattered everything. I climbed the platform steps slowly, feeling the weight of every eye on me. When I reached the top, I turned to face the crowd. "Wolves of the Silver Moon Kingdom." My voice carried across the courtyard, clear and steady. "I am Selene Ashbourne, daughter of the fallen King, bearer of the Silver Flame, and the wolf the Moon Goddess has chosen to lead you into a new era."