“Awfully proud of yourself, aren’t you, Selene?” I taunted. “Does your mate know what you’ve been up to behind his back, hmm?”
She flinched, fury flashing in her eyes. The tension between us crackled like electricity, drawing the crowd’s attention.
Suddenly, a sharp pulse of energy could be felt, coming from the sentinel station. A signal. An approaching pack. The atmosphere shifted in an instant—wolves on high alert.
Selene’s smirk faded as a chill ran down her spine. She turned just as a tall figure emerged from the shadows—Lucian, her mate. His piercing eyes locked onto hers.
“It’s been a while, Selene,” he said, his voice dark and steady.
The Crimson and Wolfshade Packs had always shared a deep bond—years of alliance, built on trust and strength. But that bond was crumbling before my eyes. Selene's betrayal sparked a fury in Lucian Silverfang, Alpha of the Crimson Pack, unlike anything I had ever seen.
"I had no choice," Selene had said, her voice strained as she faced Lucian. "I needed to secure an heir before the next full moon."
Lucian's expression was cold, his jaw clenched. “An heir?” His voice was low, dangerous. “And you thought betraying me was the way to do that?”