Selene Valera Novels & Stories

Caleb gripped the steering wheel tightly. “Caleb?” Through clenched teeth, he said, “She was a redhead, Diana. He’s a red lupus garou looking for a mate. There must be a shortage of eligible females in the area.” Diana's throat felt parched as if she’d crossed the Badlands without a lick of water.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

Theodore watched Liara taking selfies with her professors and all those because of which she was in this position today. He stood at the side and watched everyone and everything around him. “I see; you have stopped complaining about your life,” He heard a female’s voice. He turned his head and saw Selene, whom everyone called as Moon Goddess or Mother Selene. She looked like a young lady was eighteen years old. He doubted that she was just eighteen. “If you want to thank me for not complaining, then there…she is the reason behind it,” Theodore responded in anger and signaled her toward Liara.

He instructed the servant, Samuel, to gather everyone in the old palace. “I treated her a week ago for a monster attack… but the hunters captured her. There are multiple wounds on her back because of the arrows that hit her. I was able to do first aid, but you know it’s a red moon today— nothing works on them when it’s a red moon besides the divine power from the Moon Goddess,” Prince Valier said as he tried to recall what else he needed to inform the saint. “My son said—” “You have a son!?” Yulo exclaimed but still continued to treat Charlene with his divine power. “We’ll talk about that letter, what did your son say?”

Based on the rumors Aurora had heard from the Moonvalley Pack and the gossip she just heard about Celia just now regarding her dress, it is easy to deduce that Celia was never liked as a Luna. “You really should enjoy it since you are only borrowing your position from me. I don’t need you to cover for my position any longer since I have already recovered.” Raven spoke nonchalantly. “You have no right!” Celia yelled, she could no longer hide her anger anymore. “I am the real Luna of the Moonvalley Pack. It is I who hold that title right now and no one can take that away from me, not even you! I’m not going to let you take everything that I had.” Celia scoffed. “In fact, I don’t even see you a

she said. “I do not.” “Good.” He moved to the table and tapped a file. “There is one more matter.” She glanced down. A photograph stared up. A woman in a tailored coat stepping into a black car. Expression composed. Calculating. Valentine’s eyes cooled. “Selene.” “You know her.” “Yes.” “She has been negotiating with three external factions. If she succeeds, she will outflank us.” Valentine studied the photo longer. “She always preferred indirect strikes.”

“Gaia is my guest. That’s all you need to know.” Selene let out a bitter laugh. “Right. Your guest. Just like she was your guest last night? The same night you called for your personal doctor? Or should I say our personal doctor?” Valtor’s gaze darkened. “Careful, Selene.” “No, you be careful,” she shot back. “Because you’re making it obvious. Do you think people won’t notice? That they won’t start asking questions about why a stranger—an outsider—is being given so much attention?”

Sia’s phone rang, and she checked the caller. “I have an emergency…take care.” Hazel stood there, lost. Ariel Pearl? Was that Selene’s name, or was Sia mistaken? Hazel dialled Damon’s contact, and it got connected. “Hey,” “Hmm, I just received Selene’s files, and they’re clean. She was born in Germany and…” “No. I think that information is fake.” Hazel chimed in, It was just a hunch, but it won’t hurt to check it out.

Cynthia's high-pitched voice broke through my thoughts. "But ma'am, she's on the list." He said the confusion in his brows was still evident. The list? I arched my brows a notch. It can't be! "You must be joking!" Cynthia continued to bicker. Valeria cleared her throat. "I think you're mistaking me for someone else. My name is Valentina Wilson from the Red Moon Pack, and I am also one of the shareholders. It's nice to make your acquaintance." She said it calmly and extended a hand for a handshake, but Cynthia didn't receive it.

The words hit Valerie like a slap. Isabella’s jaw tensed. Ariana leaned forward quickly. “Selena, that is unnecessary.” Selena lifted an eyebrow. “Am I lying?” “You are stirring trouble,” Ariana said calmly. “You mean you do not see it?” Selena shot back. “The way she glows because of Alejandro. She acts like she is more than a surrogate.” Isabella exhaled slowly, and Valerie felt the burn of those eyes resting on her. For a moment she wondered if Isabella truly believed Selena or if she was pretending not to.