Chapter 2: The Alphas Claim
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Selene had never seen a man like him before.
He was primal—his presence consuming the space around him. The moonlight accentuated the sharp angles of his face, the rough edge of his jaw, the dangerous glint in his golden eyes.
Something about him screamed predator.
And yet, she wasn’t afraid.
Her pulse raced, but not from fear—from something deeper.
He tilted his head, studying her as if she were something he had been searching for, yet never expected to find.
“Who are you?” Selene asked, her voice steadier than she felt.
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped closer, slow and deliberate, as if testing her reaction.
“My name is Ronan,” he finally said. “And you… don’t belong here.”
Selene bristled. “This is my town.”
He exhaled, his gaze flickering over her as if assessing something unseen. “No. It isn’t.”
Something in his tone made her stomach twist.
Before she could respond, a sharp gust of wind swept through the trees, carrying with it a scent that made Ronan’s expression darken. His body tensed, his muscles coiling like a predator ready to strike.
“Someone’s coming,” he muttered, more to himself than to her.
Selene frowned. “What—”
Before she could finish her sentence, he grabbed her wrist, his grip firm yet oddly careful.
“We need to go. Now.”
Selene should have resisted. Should have demanded answers.
But deep down, something told her—if she stayed, she would not live to see the morning.
So she ran with him into the darkness.
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