Selene Valera Novels & Stories

And he seems to be used to it! Selena stumbled and fell back. I strode up to her and caught her from behind. "Ah!" Exclaimed Selena, falling into my arms. Everybody froze. Butcher was the first to say, "Charles..." Selena looked at me in surprise, one of her cheeks red from the slap. I looked at the slap marks on her face and felt a surge of anger in my chest. I turned and sneered at Butcher. "Selena is Luna of the Black Valley Pack. Who gave you the right to slap her?"

“Valerie, it’s been so long—” She reached out for a hug, but Valerie stopped her with a raised hand, her expression cold. “Don’t,” Valerie said sharply, her gaze hidden behind her sunglasses. She turned to Adrian, who had followed her inside. “Why is she here?” Selena flinched at the icy tone, her outstretched arms falling to her sides. Adrian’s expression remained neutral as he responded, “She’s staying for a while. That’s all you need to know.” Valerie scoffed, removing her sunglasses to reveal piercing green eyes. She looked Selena up and down, her disdain evident. “You’re making a mistake, Adrian. Again.”

“Mother—” “Cut the crap, Valerian, we have work to do. Get her in the circle and I won’t kill you for letting her escape into a WEREWOLF MANOR!” Selene screamed, and her face shifted and stretched, not skin pulling but bone shifting underneath, the proportions suddenly all wrong, as her fangs lengthened, her jaw opened too wide, as she hissed at her son. Valerian startled before turning a cold gaze onto me. “It really is a shame, Eleonore, but I’m irritated enough to just not care what’ll happen to you. Now. ‘Go to sleep’.”

“Margarette is a funny sort, isn’t she?” “Yeah.” She laughed too, “Margarette, you’re sensing the wrong vibrations. I’m just curious. Who is that woman Finrod’s with?” “You don’t know her?” Caeruleus was surprised. “She’s Queen Aera, the Queen of the elves and the sister of Prince Finrod.” She flustered. Why didn’t she see the resemblance? Now when she looked at them, she realized they had remarkably similar faces. “Come. Let’s pay our respects.” Margarette pulled them both.

Lena's POV. “You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand. I pulled back breathing rapidly. She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.

He just can’t. …………. Selene was taken aback by what Valen said. Wow, that man is a little rude, she told herself, but she didn’t mind anymore. She knows that he doesn’t want her to be on their land. It’s not like she’s a thief. She wouldn’t take anything. She just needs time to create a plan for taking back what belongs to her, but then her phone is lost, and she can’t call Jasper. She quietly sat beside the big stone and watched the scenery in front of her.

Betrayed by her mate and framed for treason, Athena, a, wolfless Omega, and daughter of traitors—has no choice but to run for her life. Hunted by pack warriors, she flees into the dark woods, her heart broken and her future uncertain. But fate always has a cruel twist in store. One minutes, she's in the woods running for her life, the very next minute, she's in the room of the most feared Alpha, who.is none other than the father of her cruel mate. The domineering Alpha king backs her up against the wall, her bones quivering from the hunger-filled glint in his gaze as he hand glides over her most sensitive skin in a soft caress. "I'll never let you escape from me again, mat

she said with a pointed look at Valeria. Valeria smiled tightly. "Surprised?" Renata’s smile was pure sugar. "Delighted." Liar. The rest of the brunch was a blur of polite jabs and thinly veiled insults, all aimed expertly at Valeria. She held her own — barely — but by the end, she was trembling with exhaustion and suppressed anger. As they said their goodbyes, Señora Herrera pulled Valeria aside. "You have spirit," the older woman said quietly. "That’s good. Alejandro needs someone who challenges him."

She was tall, pale, with short silver hair and a smile like a razor. “Selene,” she purred. “You brought me gifts.” Selene smirked. “Only one is for you. The other watches.” Gabriel’s pulse thundered in his ears. Which one of them was being traded? The silver-haired woman—Mistress Valeria—walked a slow circle around them. Her boots clicked softly on the floor. Her perfume was like smoke and blood. “I haven’t broken in a new toy in months,” she said. “Which one is mine?”

Vera says, before he has fully finished sitting down, and he understands, from the specific certainty in her voice, that Selene has already spoken with her, at least in part. "Selene told you." "Selene told me about a flare with no lunar trigger, days ago, and asked nothing further of me beyond my discretion, which she already had." Vera folds her hands on the desk. "She has not spoken to me about Isolde. I have simply been paying attention, which is the entire function of my position on this council, and I would be a poor elder if six weeks of a talented strategist's behavior had escaped my notice entirely." "What have you noticed."