Selene Ashford Novels & Stories

She would no longer stand in his way. The Crone’s voice rose, her chants growing louder, more intense. The room seemed to close in on itself, the shadows dancing wildly as if they had a life of their own. And then, with a final, bone-chilling cackle, Selene raised her hands above the table, her fingers clawing the air. “It is done,” she whispered, her eyes locking onto Draven’s. “But be warned, Draven. The price you’ve paid will reveal itself soon enough.”

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

Luna Camilla sat in the alpha office, her gaze icy as she regarded Alpha Cassius and his family. The Alpha and his daughter, Thelia, looked nervous and guilty under her scrutiny. She was aware that they had hoped for a mating alliance between Asher and Thelia, but Luna Camilla had never entertained the idea. Thelia was too volatile, too spoiled, and too hard to control. However, Camilla had never anticipated that Asher would find his mate in a half-breed like Olivia. That, she could not allow.

You hide it beneath the Alpha’s command, but you can’t chain what you are. A shimmer rippled before my eyes, and suddenly I wasn’t in my room anymore. I stood in a vision — moonlight cascading over an endless field of silver blossoms. My mark glowed brighter, illuminating a woman cloaked in shadow and flame. Selene. Her eyes—like twin eclipses—met mine. “Riven’s world will never accept you,” she whispered, stepping closer. “You bow, you break, you bleed for his pack. What has it given you except pain?”

And when she did, we'd have words. The sun was setting when I finally caught her scent on the wind. Feminine, definitely high-born, with undertones of anxiety and... roses? That was unusual. Most wolves didn't bother with perfumes that could interfere with natural scent communication. She emerged from the tree line ten minutes later—tall, elegant, with silver-blonde hair and the bearing of someone raised in pack royalty. I recognized her immediately: Selene Ashford, daughter of Alpha Ashford from the Northern Territories, and more importantly, one of Commissioner Vera's advisors.

My mind drifted back to the winter morning five years ago when Selene had walked into my office with a single suitcase and a broken life. We hadn't started as lawyer and client. We had started as two people who refused to let her be erased. Together, step by stone, we built Ashford from scratch—working late nights over cold takeout, drinking bad coffee, and fighting every dirty trick her family and Ryker’s old corporate circle threw at us. I had watched her learn how to stand on her own two feet, how to build a business, and how to reclaim her identity outside the shadow of the Kane name.

Selene Thorncroft remained convinced that I was the phantom who leaked her old scandals to the tribunal press, and she made every effort to cross my path in the villa with venomous comments. With Caelan away on territorial business, I grew utterly sick of her bitter presence. I decided to head to the Whitlock Moonfang Dominion headquarters to oversee the final ledgers for the Ironfang Builders Guild development. Before I could reach my transport at the villa gates, a sleek black carriage pulled up, and Rowan Ashbourne stepped directly into my path. Despite the freezing mountain winds of the Silvermoon Capital, she was clad in an elaborate fur-trimmed mantle and high leather riding boots, pro

The hallway had needed to be cleared by staff. In the third story and this was the one that made my stomach tighten, Selene Ashford had slapped Damien Knight first. Unprovoked. Out of nowhere. Because she was unstable and had always been unstable and everyone at her last school knew it. I stood at my locker and processed all three stories and said nothing.

"Are you saying he can be brought back? After ten years? Mother, do not play with this. If this is just a cruel trick of the text—" "Look at me, Leo," Seraphina commanded softly, stepping close and placing her hands on his broad shoulders. "I am the Goddess of Extinction. I know what it tastes like when a soul is completely erased from reality. I erased Kaelen. I erased Valeria. There is nothing left of them in any dimension. But Ryan... whenever I look down from the Starry Lake, I feel a pull. A faint, golden thread dragging against my heart. I thought it was just my grief. But it’s him. He’s waiting."

Selena zoomed in on one of the photographs, studying the finished details before moving to the next. The Nocturne Sovereign. The Celestine Veil. The Aurelia Crest. The Étoile Impériale. Four designs. Four buyers. Four successful acquisitions and one very promising beginning. Her phone rang before she could finish reviewing the photographs. "Good morning, Selena!" Taylor's cheerful voice filled her ear. "Good morning. You sound unusually happy." "Unusually? Please, don't insult me. Have you seen what you made for me?" Selena smiled faintly. "I've seen the photographs."