The Selection Fanfic Novels & Stories

The memory played out behind my closed eyes like it always did when I let my guard down. We were in the forest. Selene and I. She was supposed to be meeting Kael. Running away with him before the forced mating ceremony with Sylvester. “You don’t have to do this,” I’d told her. “You could just accept Sylvester. He’s a good match. Powerful. Wealthy. Father approves.” “I don’t love him,” Selene had said. Her face was so young then. Barely eighteen. “I love Kael.” “You barely know Kael.”

insisted Derek as he looked at Arsella with an annoyed look. Arsella stepped forward, trying to show that she was in charge and that she was deciding. She looked at Damian and Selena who sat holding hands. Arsella clenched her teeth, annoyed at how lucky Selena was in terms of romance, she always got good men. Arsella seemed to have forgotten how Damian's real behavior was.

I wish she would actually have a chance with Dolphus but he's a Gamma. Unless she's his mate, or Dolphus finds her attractive, I don't think anything will happen between them but who am I to burst her infatuation bubbles? And also, Selene is completely infatuated with Dolphus too. If I should compare them both, Selene is more fitted for Dolphus and he is not even looking at her like that not to talk of Esme. The only thing in his mind is how we can leave here as soon as possible and I understand him perfectly. I also can't wait for us to leave so I can treat the Alpha King and I can be on my way back to my Pack.

I grumbled. “That’s because you probably care too much about being fair,” he said simply. “Don’t. This is a political selection, not a friendship audition.” He was surprisingly patient as he whispered short details about each woman while they stepped forward — names, pack affiliations, connections. I tried to keep my expression neutral, but half of them looked like they wanted to claw my eyes out. After the first few introductions, I leaned toward Sevrin. “They don’t seem very respectful.”

The other part—the part that spent ten years making sure nothing enormous happened without my consent—still needs the asking to be mine in full, not a solution to a Council problem that happens to sound like a choice. “I’m saying the day has to become ours,” I answer. “Not theirs. If we use it to chase another name that ends in another cell and another half-answer, the window dies and Selection takes me anyway. If we use it to decide what we are to each other without a clerk in the room, then whatever happens at the close of twenty-four hours happens on our feet, not on a leash the net built.” He holds my gaze for a long breath. Something in his face eases—not relief, not victory. Recognitio

He didn’t quite know where his strength had gone, he never felt this drained no matter how exhausting his matches were. He made himself a cup of tea with automatic motions and felt the eyes of everyone in the room. He took a sip and felt much better immediately. His mind had come out of its panicked state. “Is there any chance that the selection made by the government system could be redacted and a selection made again?” he enquired. “I think everyone was expecting Prince Sebastian’s marriage partner to be female.” Camilla’s jaw was tight when she replied.

If you choose Selene, I'll let you go. Selene's eyes widened. But if you choose me... Lyra squeezed his hand. I'll spend the rest of my life proving I deserve you. Kael stared at her. Then he smiled. I already chose. Selene's face fell. The dark twin screamed. No! Kael stepped beside Lyra. I choose her. The universe shook. The dark twin's body began cracking. You don't understand what you've done! Kael raised his sword. We chose love.

Maris smirked at Selene, nudging the others with a whisper and a glance, full of confidence and mockery. The Alphas continued their rounds, moving past the betas and omegas with calculated steps. Selene barely noticed any one of them closely. She was too caught up in the hope that maybe this year someone would finally see her. She kept her eyes forward, imagining herself stepping out of the shadows. One alpha paused near the back of the clearing, far from where Selene stood. His gaze lingered on her for a brief moment, curious, measuring, but she didn’t see him. She was too focused on the others moving through the omegas, watching as the Alphas made their choices. One by one, pairs were form

Damon had rejected Selene in front of everyone and picked me like I was finally getting everything I had been promised. And still, somehow, Selene had walked away with more. That was the part I could not swallow. She was supposed to leave that room ruined. She was supposed to run out crying while everyone whispered about how pathetic she looked. Instead, Ronan Bloodhowl had stood up for her like she was worth defending. He had put his ring on her finger. He had made the whole room look at her differently, and I knew exactly how the story would sound by morning. Poor Selene. Brave Selene. Chosen by the Alpha after Damon broke her heart.

Alpha Kael’s men are also standing menacingly, awaiting his command and the courtyard vibrates with growing tension. “Pick another. She has not even manifested.” Dad says, his voice strained. “It does not matter to me. I will help her manifest.” He replies confidently, finally breaking eye contact with me and turning back to Dad. My entire body is shaking and I need to get myself together because everyone is watching me. “She was not prepared for the Selection. You have twenty-one females to pick from, why are you so hell-bent on Catriona?!” The infernal male sits, seemingly uncaring of the growing tension as he folds his arms leisurely.