Selene Ashford Novels & Stories

“Not to be a bore, ma'am, but I have other things to do. Like I said, I'm not the one calling the shots. If you are too kind to reject the Alpha's offer, then I suggest you sneak out in the middle of the night, coz he hates disobedience,” If I didn't know better, I'd say I was boring her, stressing the living daylight out of her. I pulled back and clasped my hands on my stomach. “Alright,” I whispered, barely audible. She walked past me again, headed straight to the wardrobe at the far end of the room. She opened the wardrobe, the empty clothes hangers making a clattering sound. “Phew! Lucky you,” she brought a sunset yellow gown with a thin strapless sleeve. “Not sure it's your perfect size

"I'm not your enemy. I just need you to know that." Selene looked at the stripe of gold on her office floor. At the way it moved so slowly you couldn't see it moving, only notice, from one moment to the next, that it had. "I'll see you Wednesday," she said. She ended the call. Sat for a long moment in the silence of her office. Then she picked up her phone again and called Douglas. "Claire Ashford just called me," she said, when he answered. "She wants to meet."

Julian looked down at me, his jaw tight, his voice carrying the quiet ring of a death knell. "Evelyn didn't come to the summit tonight to reclaim the company, Seraphina," Julian whispered, handing me the glowing phone. "She came to keep us busy. Her private security contractors just breached the perimeter of the safehouse in Geneva. They have Leo.”

He stood beside Selene in his black ceremonial clothing, his posture straight and his expression controlled while the elders gathered around them. I had promised myself that I would not spend the ceremony watching him. The promise lasted only a few moments. My eyes kept returning to him. He looked exactly as I remembered him, and seeing him beside Selene made my chest ache. The eldest elder raised his staff. “Today, before this pack and the Moon Goddess, we recognize Selene Ashbourne as the Luna of the Northern Territory.” The courtyard erupted in cheers. I lowered my eyes as Kael lifted the ceremonial crown and placed it on Selene’s head.

TOP ON LEADERBOARD: NUMBER: SCORES: 1ST: FLORENCE MIL 09 - 9 2ND: AGATHA PEREZ 10 - 8 3RD: GAIL AMERSON 07 - 4 4TH: JENNIE LAZON 02 - 4 5TH: KRYLLE SU 04 - 3 6TH: JONNA KIM 01 - 1 7TH: SOLENE TIAR O3- 0 8TH: HELLERY JOES 05 - 0 9TH: BEATRICE SHUN 06 - 0 10TH: VENN TRICE 08 - 0

I watched as Luna walked away, her silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of dawn. Her naming Seb as her new mate was unexpected, and I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling eating at my insides. This wasn’t about Luna being over Brax and moving on. There was something deeper at play—something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

“Please, get out. Don’t come any close to me, Declan. The guilt is killing me. You are my uncle, and I’d rather die than spread my legs for you again. If this is how I die, a slow and painful death, then let it be. I can’t do this anymore, Declan Grayson. I’m tired.” Selene’s knees gave way due to the tremble in her body, and she did nothing to support herself. When she thought she’d fall and hit her head on the floor for a quick end to her misery, she realized she was in Declan’s embrace once more. “Please, let’s stop this.” She begged in a trembling voice. “Let's not fight this anymore.” … To be continued…

She clapped her hands as if she was pleased, "His grandfather really has eyes." My cheeks heated when I understood what she meant. "I'm Yekatherina, but you can call me Yeka. It's nice to finally have another female apart from Anya," she said and held out her hand. "Rosaline, but you can call me Rose," I shook it. "That's great. I'm Alexei's close friend and his assassin," she said with pride. She was beautiful with her straight blonde hair and bottle green eyes. She was slim and tall, taller than me.

“She destroyed your marriage. She stole your life.  “I want her out. Out of this family. Out of your life.” He sighed. “It’s not that simple.” “It is,” Emily snapped. “You choose. Your son or that snake.” The door swung open before Dorian could answer. Selene stood there. Her hair was smooth, her makeup fixed, her chin lifted. Her eyes were cold. Emily glared at her like she was something toxic on the floor. “Get out of my room.” Selene smiled, slow and mocking. “Hello, Mrs. Ashford. It’s nice to see you awake.”

“I’m almost used to it now.” Ashley scoffed and sat on the bench beneath the cypress tree. “Maybe you should let him. Let someone else be heir. You’d probably sleep better.” “I’d also never be able to protect you. Or Azaria.” She didn’t answer right away. Just stared at the blade in her hands. “Selene showed her face again,” I said carefully. That got her attention. Ashley’s nose wrinkled. “Of course she did. Like a bad perfume that never fades.”