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said Khodir. Liem only looked silent and heard the explanation from Khodir then Liem said to himself and said ; "Will I be able to participate in the Death Tournament in the southern continent ?" Liem said in his heart. But somehow Khodir could hear it, namely Liem's ​​voice and said to Liem ; "I'm sure you can do it because you are the Chosen One" Said Khodir "The Chosen One" said Liem softly but clearly. "Yes, the Creator has chosen you to take on this responsibility" Said Khodir

Chapter 94: The Chosen Path Selene's POV I stood in the clearing, moonlight washing over me like silver rain. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I thought it might break free. This was it. The moment that would change everything. Nathan and Logan stood before me, both alphas waiting for my choice. The air felt thick with tension, making it hard to breathe. I could feel their eyes on me, watching, hoping. "I've made my decision," I said, my voice steadier than I expected. I took a deep breath, feeling the cool night air fill my lungs.

My wolf trembled, wild and hungry, whispering: "Choose. Claim. Take." I clutched the edge of the bench, nails biting into stone, my breath shuddering out of me. Four wolves, half undressed, steam curling off their bodies, eyes glowing gold. The air was so thick with scent and heat it felt like a storm about to break.

Gabriel’s eyes scanned the crowd, and for a split second, they landed on me. I felt heat shoot up my backwaist. He looked away quickly, his face turned back into a mask of stone, but I saw his hand twitch. He was restless. He could smell me on his shirt. "He looks miserable," Aria murmured, stepping closer to me. "Even with her right there." "He chose this," I reminded her, though my voice was shaky. The drums began to roll, a beating sound that vibrated everywhere It sounded like a giant heartbeat. "The Selection is beginning!" a voice shouted from the field.

I'd put all my strength into this, to prove that even an omega can take out a witch like Kara and a Luna like Barbara. “According to the rules of KM Studios, Miss Kara has a total of 70 points and Miss Barbara has a total of 73 points...” The judge hadn't called out all the results when Barbara and her crew started hopping around in victory like gophers. “Save your victory dance girls. There's still one person left.” I scoffed. “The female lead role goes to Aurelia Harlow with a total of 89 points.” The judge announced finally. My cheeks turned up in a smirk as I gave a mock bow to Kara and Barbara.

She was about to hug him but Asher avoided her. "What the f*ck, Asher. You can't reject me!" Shelly shouted while crying. "Asher, as the future Alpha of this pack, you need to accept your mate." I turned my gaze at Alpha Julius. He was standing right behind me and he was with Luna Ferran. Behind them were my parents who were confused by looking at me.

He looked down, muttering, "We'll just say you're someone I hired to take care of Pauline." So that was the game. He wanted me to play maid for Pauline and Ryan. "No thanks. The dorm's just fine. Beats living with certain eyesores." "Zoe, you better never come back!" he yelled, storming off. He still thought I'd crawl back, begging for another chance. Too bad for him—I was done. The second I took the job in Avenville, I cut that chapter for good. Once I wrapped up everything at work, Luca and I boarded a train. Avenville was fresh, full of possibility. I believed I could give him the life he deserved.

“I know that too.” Zeo snarls, frustrated. “You should have marked her.” “No,” I snap. The thought alone sends a jolt of conflict through me. Marking isn’t something done to protect. It’s a claiming—final, binding, primal. Something she isn’t ready for. Something she hasn’t chosen. And I refuse to take a choice away from her. Even if the enemy is using her unmarked state as an opening. I inhale deeply, grounding myself. Her scent lingers on the air—soft, faintly sweet, unmistakable. It brushes against my senses like a warm hand on the back of my neck.

Only the chosen can feel it. 2. The Fracture A shard from the Well—neither beast nor man—etched with the chosen’s sigil. 3. The Weight Gravity itself seems to claim the chosen. Some collapse. Some kneel. The rarest few stand. These are Fulcrums—those who can tilt entire power structures with a word. --- THE FOURTH SIGN There are rumors—only spoken in the dark—of a fourth sign. 4. The Rift The chosen casts two shadows. One for the living. One for the dead.

"Elijah was the man, the one who held everything together, the one who made things much more interesting, the one who cleaned up everyone's mess." "But no one asked him to, and he damned himself by taking on a bigger, more respected role when it wasn't his responsibility. Besides, he was a pushover who trusted people too easily," Amaya argued fervently. "You know what? I have all the seasons of the series in the home theater. It's only right that we watch it again for a thorough analysis of how you lost your mind with such madness," Gemma retorted. "Of course, but for that, we have to watch Vampire Diaries and Legacies too. It's obvious that we can't skip analyzing the entire material," she