The Selection Novels & Stories

Black sat close to the head of the table, which was mostly empty. “Alright, ladies and gentlemen,” the organizer said, his voice booming. “You know how this thing is done, and once again, it’s that time of the year. A time that everyone looks forward to. And now, without wasting much of our time…” he paused, looking at the faces of everyone. “We do the selection now,” he continued. “Write your preferred team on the cards in front of you. Fold them. And then we show them together so there’s no confusion.”

“ Cover your cognizance, mama , pater . ” I glanced at my parents and cringed. “ For your information. I have n’t fucked someone differently. What you felt, ” I felt a vicious grin spreading across my face. “ What you felt was only the morning if you do n’t accept. I ’m not your mate; I rejected you. ” I growled. “ The Moon Goddess blessed me with a alternate mate. It’s further than what you ’ll get. ” I teased. “ No. That’s not. That’s not possible, ” he stammered. “ Clara is my mate, and I intend on marking her. If you know what’s good for you. You ’ll accept the rejection. ” Leon blazoned. “ I ’ll noway accept, ” He snarled. “ You ’ll come back to me, Clara. He

** {Anika’s POV} I was confused about the choice I had to make— muddled by the options presented before me. The West and South were no-go-areas as both Divisions were creeping with Ferals— so I’ve heard. Hence, I had to choose between the North and the East to go find Ciril, whereby if I chose wrongly, I may never find her in time before the Reigns came crashing down. It had been a confusing choice to make but I had to make one. And now, I was standing on the soil born from the choice I had made— and hopefully it was the right choice.

The third hesitated longer than the others before selecting one of the influential daughters, Eve's lackey, who had been glaring at me earlier. One by one, pairs formed. The tension slowly shifted into excitement, anticipation, relief for those who had been chosen. And quiet disappointment for those who had not. Nicole leaned close to my ear again. “I’m glad we’re done with that part,” she muttered. “You’re not even part of it anymore,” I whispered back. “Exactly.” When the final Alpha made his choice, the elder raised his staff. “Then the Selection is complete.” Applause rippled through the hall.

Teddy began, “we will host The Crimson Selection. It’s not a game, and it’s not for entertainment. It's a tradition, older than most of you, older than this compound.” I felt Eli tense beside me. Teddy’s voice deepened. “Only the most resilient, promising, and disciplined recruits will be chosen. Your performance in the coming days will determine if you're worthy of placement... or disposal.” He smiled, but there was no warmth in it. Only a predator’s amusement. “Dismissed,” he said simply, and just like that, they turned and left. As we filed back into the training formation, I glanced sideways at Eli. “What’s the Crimson Selection?” I asked quietly.

But whenever it did happen, there was always a way to select a new Beta. It was called the Selection. Boring name I know but her, it wasn’t like it was a fucking regular occurrence or something and so he Elders did not see the need to get their creative juices flowing to think of a better name or something. Ok, to tell the truth those old people would never think of anything out of the box even if it killed them. They were old and miserable…. That should say enough. The entire pack was present for the Selection. How it worked was simple; I was tasked to hand pick three people that I thought would be suitable to take on the Beta

The least i can do was is see their face for the very last time. With that thought in mind, I was quickly up and going as i slipped into the hall way and further into the huge balcony overseeing the rest of the house where the selection was being conducted just like always. From the look of things, This year selection was no different from the ones I have witnessed before as young men and women stood in line waiting for their fate to be decided by some Prince who doesn’t even know their names or what’s like to be snatched from the people you love and love you equally.

Susan said sincerely. "I think it's similar to others."Annie tilted her head and said. Susan smiled indifferently: "Compared with previous companies, the Hill’s draft is the best." Annie couldn't help but get nervous: "That... can the Hill be selected?" If Hill is selected, won't they get the bid? Susan shook her head gently, and her eyes were deep: "It's up to all the companies to finish their speeches and see the choice of the organizers." What she said is only her idea. As for the choice of the organizer, she can't control it.

Then another voice entered, calm, precise, cutting through chaos like a blade through silk. Helena Voss stepped forward from the fractured command tier, her gaze locked not on the destruction, but on the pattern beneath it. “No,” she said softly. “It’s not predicting.” All eyes shifted. Helena’s expression didn’t change. “It’s refining variables.” Silence hit harder than the explosions. Her gaze moved from fragment to fragment, tracking their movement with terrifying clarity. “This is not a conflict,” she continued. “It’s selection.” The word landed. Heavy. Final. Rafael’s lightning coiled tighter. “Selection?”

Fear was clear on their faces, no one wanted to end badly. Alpha Elmore’s gaze hardened slightly. “Since no one is willing,” he continued, “we will proceed with selection.” A tray was brought forward by a servant, on it were folded sheets of parchment. “Each eligible female will pick one,” an elder announced. “Only one bears the Lycan seal.” A ripple of unease moved through the crowd. One by one, the girls stepped forward, their palms sweaty as they approached the tray. Raine watched them from the side, how each and every one of them prayed to the moon goddess just like she did four years ago.