Chapter two :Unexpected visitor
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"Okay, okay," Killian drawled, his voice laced with amusement. "Since you spoke for her, she’ll stay in the cell for just one day."
A mocking smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he turned from Ares to me. His golden eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction. "You’re lucky he intervened."
But I didn’t feel lucky.
"Take her away," he ordered, waving a dismissive hand at the sentinels—the pack’s elite guards. "She needs to learn her lesson."
The sentinels grabbed my arms roughly, their grip tight as they dragged me through the packhouse. My legs felt weak, my body already aching from today’s punishment, but I didn’t fight back. There was no point.
The Duskbane Dungeons sat at the farthest edge of the Alpha’s quarters, six underground cells carved into the stone beneath the earth. No one knew exactly how many existed across the Crimson Moon Pack’s territory, but everyone knew one thing—no wolf entered those cells and came out the same.
And the one they always threw me into?
It was worse than any nightmare.
The iron door groaned as it swung open, revealing the abyss beyond. A chill wrapped around me, seeping into my skin like death itself. The moment they shoved me inside, the door slammed shut with a heavy clang, sealing me in complete darkness.
The silence was suffocating.
I curled up on the damp ground, my body throbbing from open wounds, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The air was thick, heavy, carrying whispers that didn’t belong to the living.
I had always wondered why I wasn’t like the others—why I wasn’t strong, why my wolf never surfaced, why I was always the weakest among them. But now, lying here, I wondered something else.
Was I even meant to live?
Suddenly, a light appeared.
A faint glow at first, no brighter than a flickering candle. It danced across the room, barely noticeable against the darkness. But then, it grew.
Brighter.
Stronger.
Until the entire cell was bathed in a cold, silvery light.
I felt a bit scared but also something trembled within me.
This wasn’t my imagination.
This was real.
And standing before me—emerging from the glow—was a figure.
Not a normal creature
Not wolf.
Something beyond either.
"Selene."
The voice floated through the blinding light, soft yet filled with an unshakable power.
"I have watched over you since the last time I saw you in person. And now… you are all grown up." There was warmth in the words but with a deep, aching sorrow. "I feel your pain, my sweetheart."
It was a woman’s voice—mature, soothing, yet heavy with emotion. My breath caught in my throat as I squinted through the brightness. Slowly, her form became clearer—a feminine face, older, wise, filled with something familiar yet untouchable.
"Who… who are you?" My voice trembled, caught between awe and fear.
A sad smile touched her lips. "You will know when the time is right, sweetheart. But for now, you must leave this place. You need to leave soon."
The air around me seemed to hum with her urgency.
"You don’t know the truth about yourself yet," she continued. "And you will never learn it here. This pack, this prison—they will keep you weak. You need to discover yourself. And when you do, when you return, you will return stronger… better."
And just like that—she vanished.
The light flickered out, swallowed by the crushing darkness of the dungeon. My heart skipped and my mind raced.
I needed answers.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my body aching from wounds that hadn’t even begun to heal. "You didn’t tell me who you are," I whispered hoarsely into the void. "You didn’t tell me enough."
Almost immediately another light flashed with noise.
But a rea one this time.
It was the iron door that swung open with a slow, eerie creak.
Maybe 24 hours has passed?
"Come and take some food," a deep voice ordered.
My heart skipped. Ares.
He had never done this before. Never shown me kindness, never looked at me as anything more than the lowest omega. What was he up to?
Something in my gut twisted. This couldn't end well.
"Come quickly," he commanded, his tone firm.
I forced my sore body to move, pushing myself onto weak legs as I staggered forward. I dared not look him in the eyes—I wasn’t allowed to. I was beneath him, nothing more than a stray with no rank, no power.
But before I could reach for the food, his hand lifted.
His fingers curled beneath my chin, tilting my face upward. A shiver ran through me as I found myself staring into his burning red eyes—filled with something wild, something unreadable.
"You are no slave, Selene," he said, his voice low, intense. "You are more than this. You are the help we’ve been waiting for."
Before I could process his words, he leaned in.
His lips brushed against mine—a slow, deliberate kiss.
I froze. My body stiffened as heat crawled up my spine, and for a moment, my mind was blank.
Ares… was kissing me?
Was he drawn to me?
But… I felt nothing.
Just confusion, trying to understand what the hell my beta was doing.
When he pulled away, his gaze lingered on mine, filled with something deeper than attraction.
Ares was changing.
And he was changing for the better.
"Selene, you are more than this," Ares said, his voice steady but laced with something… unfamiliar. "More than the way they treat you. More than the trash they try to make you believe you are." His gaze softened, something almost tender flickering in his crimson eyes. "You are special. One day, you’ll see it too. One day, you’ll be a hero."
The words struck something deep inside me—something buried, something I had long forgotten. No one had ever spoken to me like this before,not since my mother died.
But still, I kept my head bowed. My heart pounded against my ribs, my self-doubt was still visible .
"I realized my mistake," Ares continued. "And I came to make things right between us."
A strange warmth filled my chest. It was foreign—dangerous, even. I wasn’t used to kindness. I wasn’t sure if I could trust it.
"What do you think?" he asked.
I swallowed hard.My body frozen. I wanted to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. I was scared to believe him.
"You need to learn how to speak up," he murmured, his voice low, coaxing.
I forced myself to respond, barely above a whisper. "I am honored to serve you… as your humble slave. Wherever you ask me to go, whatever you ask me to do I will obey." My words trembled, laced with fear. I didn’t dare lift my eyes.
Silence.
Then—his voice, low and commanding.
"Then kiss me again."
What?
Shock coursed through my veins. The first time our lips had touched, I had barely processed it, too stunned to react. But now… he was asking for it again.
I hesitated. My body was stiff, But somehow, he placed his lips on mine.
The kiss was soft—uncertain. A brush of warmth, a lingering taste of something forbidden. Then, just as quickly, he pulled away.
I lifted my head slightly, my gaze drawn to him almost against my will. I had never looked at him this closely before.
His eyes—glowing beautifully
A deep, burning red.
Brighter than I had ever seen them.
Something inside him was changing.
And I wasn’t sure if I should be terrified… or drawn to it.
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