The Selection Fanfic Novels & Stories

I held my open hand out over the sand. "I am going to ask. Come to me because you want to. Or do not, and I will love you anyway. But it has to be yours. Come home, little one, if you choose it. Choose." For a moment that lasted a year, my daughter knelt on the sand between the woman who owned her and the mother who would not. And then Selene turned away from the glowing vial, and she crawled to my open hand. She did it slow, and wobbling, and entirely on her own, out from under the pull of the blood and across the last stretch of sand, and she put her small hand in mine and pressed her wet face into my wrist, and she chose me.

"And don't think anyone will mourn you. Your brothers hate you more than they love you. They’d probably help me bury your body." A muscle twitched in my jaw. He wasn’t wrong. Jealousy had poisoned my brothers long before tonight. Because I was the chosen one. The next Alpha. The favorite. But none of that mattered now. "You're in my territory," I said, every word sharp as a blade. "Release Selena and leave." Stephen laughed a cold, vicious sound that made Selena flinch against him. "You still don't get it, do you?" he said. He gripped her harder, pulling her closer until she gasped against him, tears filling her wide, terrified eyes.

It could remove the need for choice entirely. The space twisted. Violently. zayden’s grip tightened. hard. “Aria” The word broke. because something shifted again. not him. not me. the space itself. and suddenly everything froze. not moving. not changing. stopped. the presence spoke. finally “If selection cannot be controlled.“choice will be removed from existence.” My breath caught. because that was worse than anything before. not control. not erasure. the end of choosing itself. and as the space locked. as everything held. as even the mark stopped responding. I realized this wasn’t just escalation. this was the final move.

Even I had to fight my wolf to stay in control. Luca had bought her new clothes. Through the bond, I could guess what was happening upstairs. She might be changing or teasing but they weren’t touching her. “This is ridiculous,” I growled. My packmates acted like lovesick mates, and she wasn’t even fated to either of them. Everything I knew about fated mates said this shouldn’t happen. I’d seen the Frost Fang pack. Their alpha and his fated mate went through heat and rut, following biology. But Selena wasn’t an alpha. If she were fated to the pack alpha’s son, she should have ranked higher. That didn’t make sense.

SOMEONE ELSE SELECTED YOUR WORLD TO CONTINUE. Silence. Elena felt cold. “Who?” May replied: UNKNOWN. Jonathan immediately began scanning. Nadiya stared at her city. “So we weren't merely discarded.” “No.” May continued: SOMEONE FOUGHT MY SELECTION. Julia stepped forward. “When?” THIRTY-FIVE YEARS AGO. Charles frowned. “That predates older Elena’s full selection system.” “Yes,” Elena said. “And current Elena didn't consciously know how.” Mara looked toward the cities.

I considered the question honestly, the way I had learned to with him. "Strange," I said. "Not painful the way I might have expected. More like watching a story about someone else's life that happens to share my name." I paused. "The rejection still happened. Kael still said those words. But learning that Selene may have been an active agent working against me from the very beginning changes how much of it I need to carry as personal failure versus simply being caught in something much larger than a broken heart." "That sounds like relief," Rowan said carefully.

“Because he chose me. And there's nothing you can do about it.” A smirk curled on her lips, but her eyes rolled in condescension. “You’re just a tool he’s using. Alina, all I want is for you to back down and let the right woman take her place.” My jaw clenched. Her words dug in deep—not just insulting, but piercing. “Oh, Selena,” I said sweetly, then dropped the fake smile. “Your son picked me. We’ll fight together. Rule together. Sleep together. That’s his choice.”

must not believe that I would finish the selection. Even I don’t believe that I would but there are too many people involved and I don’t want to let them down. I made promises and I am a man of my words. I don’t know if I am happy but let’s just say I feel content because everybody is happy and excited for this selection. The one person I wish would show more enthusiasm is Jessica. She has not said anything against the selection but she doesn’t seem happy either. When I imagined my engagement, I imagined her to be the most enthusiastic and happy person but I guess I was wrong and that doesn’t sit well with me. What is the point of making other people happy if the most important person in y

Three months, niinety three days, if I was counting, which I was because I couldn't think it off. He had left for the Dark Moon Pack's exchange program in midspring, a prestigious opportunity for alpha to train and diplomatic relations with neighbouring packs. The Central Bureau had selected him, and of course, I had supported his decision, even as my heart had slowly shattered with each passing week. I walked into the library, needing a moment away from the excitement and the weight of my own anticipation. The shelves were filled with history books, treaties between packs, and romance novels I pretended not to read. I ran my fingers along the spines, letting muscle memory guide me to our sp

He grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look at him. “You know you’re not supposed to be here, you should be at the selection so that you can finally be useful in a way you useless wench.” He snapped with another hit and I screamed. The selection… He was right, today was the Luna Selection. Every unmated girl in the pack had been practically ordered to attend in case the prince showed interest in them, but honestly, I couldn’t care less about any stupid royal selection. It was not like I could ever be chosen as the Luna; I almost laughed at the thought. I wasn’t even permitted to move freely and I knew the Luna selection wasn’t a place for people like me.