Selene Valera Novels & Stories

"It seems we both have very demanding, very powerful Alphas waiting for us upstairs. Tell me, secret Luna... what is your name?" "Selene," I answered, feeling an instant, unexplainable bond with this powerful female standing beside me. "Selene Corvinus." Renee’s smile turned razor-sharp and deeply knowing. "Selene Corvinus... the High Artisan everyone in the Darkmoon Territory is talking about. I think you and I are going to be very good friends."

"You're thinking about Selene." "She has insider knowledge of the eastern courts," I said, turning to face him fully, meeting his gaze without flinching. "If Valen is using Oakhaven as a staging ground, Selene spent two years inside his perimeter. She knows the layout of their supply lines better than any scout we have."

ARABELLA POV The dining room became quiet. The air was thick. Heavy. Like a storm waiting to break. Valeria sat with a small smile on her lips, looking as though she had already won the place beside the Lycan Prince. Helena held her cup with both hands, pretending to be calm, but I could see the hope in her eyes. Selene, on the other hand, looked bitter. She did not like the way Helena kept pushing Valeria forward, and she certainly did not like the thought of another woman taking Aurelia’s place.

As she reached the porch, Lune stood up, unsure of how to respond. “Lune,” Valeria greeted her, her voice smooth yet laced with an underlying tension. “I hope you don’t mind me stopping by unannounced.” Lune crossed her arms, taking a defensive stance. “What do you want, Valeria?” Valeria raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. “I just wanted to talk. You know, girl to girl.” Lune's guard went up even higher. “I’m not interested in any conversation with you. You’ve caused enough trouble between me and Arlo.”

He was clearly a tradesman of some sort. He pulled my hand to his lips and gave it a gentle kiss. Earning another growl from Alpha Bain's lip. "Apologies Alpha." The elderly gentleman continued. "I meant no disrespect. I was just meaning to properly introduce myself to your mate." His gaze returned to mine as he finished his introduction. "My name is Gerald, Luna. I am the packs blacksmith." He removed his hand from mine and lifted his other to show off some large pliers of some sort.

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

Sienna sobbed quietly, burying her face against my chest. I rocked her gently, whispering soft assurances against her hair, my heart breaking with every tear she shed. I hated that I had to be the one to break her peace. But she deserved the truth. And she deserved to know that no matter what blood ran in Delilah’s veins… it didn’t change who Sienna De Luca was. My Luna. My mate. My heart. I kissed her hair, tightening my arms around her as if that could shield her from the pain.

she was still talking and gesticulating with her hands, showing off a small bump on her belly. ‘Let me touch this woman,’ Uru growled in my head. She too was not happy with the way Sylvia was rubbing Calista’s infertility on her face. ‘It’s okay, Uru,’ I told her. I know what letting her out will do and I didn’t want to cause trouble for Calista and Jaxon.But I can’t let this woman keep insulting my friend. “A real woman is known for many qualities, not just the ability to bear pups,” I said, attracting a hostile stare from her. “Qualities like kindness, compassion, love and goodness of heart. No wonder some women were chosen to be Luna and not others.”

her mother said, “but that’s why you’re worthy. Only a true Luna doubts herself when choosing a mate—because she knows the weight of the decision. I’m proud of you. Both of you.” Lydia smiled at her mother warmly. From the pack house porch, Beta Kelvin waved. He looked freshly shaven and somewhat relaxed—more than Lydia had seen him since his wife’s death years ago. That loss had nearly destroyed him. He had broken down, wailing for days, nearly consumed by the mate bond. But they had all been there for him. Her mother, Thalia, had cared for him like family. She even cooked for him when he was locked in his room—even when Alpha Damon disapproved.

The moon goddess never makes a mistake," he assures. Liam knew that what Selena needed now is someone beside her, she is going through a lot. It is fucking obvious that she is passing through pain, she hasn't been herself lately. She looked fragile and malnourished which terrifies him but he couldn't do anything. He couldn't force her to accept the news but in all, he knew that she could still come to the reality that the fate of the supernatural depends on her palms.