Three
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Silence hung between them, thick and unyielding. Selene should have walked away. She should have told Killian to leave, to stop whatever reckless game he was playing before it got them both killed.
But she didn’t.
Because deep down, something inside her whispered that she had been waiting for this moment.
Waiting for him.
Her heart pounded as she forced herself to meet his gaze. “You think I still have influence?”
Killian smirked, slow and knowing. “I know you do.”
She let out a humorless laugh. “You’re wrong. Damian stripped me of my rank, my power. No one listens to an Omega.”
Killian stepped closer, his heat wrapping around her like a challenge. “Then why does he still keep you here?”
Selene’s breath caught.
She hated that she had asked herself the same thing a hundred times before. If Damian truly wanted to be rid of her, why not let her go? Why force her to remain under his rule, unseen but never fully forgotten?
Killian’s golden eyes flickered with something unreadable. “Because he knows.”
“Knows what?” she whispered.
“That you are still his greatest threat.”
Selene swallowed hard. The words curled around something raw inside her, something she had buried beneath years of pain and silence.
“I can give you back what he took,” Killian murmured, his voice softer now. “Not as his Luna, not as his mate, but as something far more dangerous.”
Her fingers curled at her sides. “And what would that be?”
His smirk deepened, but there was no humor in it—only dark, unwavering certainty.
“As mine.”
A shiver ran through her, sharp and undeniable. “Yours?”
His gaze didn’t waiver.
Selene’s breath caught in her throat.
Mine.
Killian’s golden eyes gleamed in the dim candlelight, unwavering as they pinned her in place. His presence was overwhelming—heat and power coiled beneath his skin, held back by nothing more than sheer restraint.
She should have recoiled.
She should have reminded him that the mate bond between her and Damian had been severed, that she belonged to no one.
But her wolf didn’t flinch.
Her wolf watched him, muscles tense, instincts humming.
And worst of all?
She felt something in his words. Not just possession, but promise.
Selene straightened her spine, refusing to let him see the way her pulse quickened. “And what exactly does that mean, Killian?”
He took a slow step forward, his voice dropping into something dark and smooth. “It means that you don’t have to claw your way back to power alone.”
Her jaw tightened. “I don’t have power.”
Killian’s smirk was slow, knowing. “That’s where you’re wrong.”
Selene exhaled sharply. “Even if I agreed to whatever this is, what makes you think Damian wouldn’t tear me apart the second I moved against him?”
Killian’s gaze darkened. “Because he doesn’t want to break you.”
A cold, bitter laugh escaped her. “That’s exactly what he did.”
“No,” Killian said, tilting his head. “If he had truly wanted to break you, he would have let you go.”
She froze.
The truth in his words hit her like a fist.
Damian had rejected her, humiliated her, destroyed her status—so why had he kept her here? Why hadn’t he let her leave when the pack had no use for her anymore?
She had spent two years drowning in the pain of his betrayal, convincing herself that it was over.
But it wasn’t.
Not for him.
Not for any of them.
Killian took another step closer, his voice lower now, measured. “That is why you still have power. Because he fears what you could become if you ever decided to stop playing by his rules.”
Her stomach twisted.
Was it possible?
Had she spent so long believing herself powerless that she had missed the one thing keeping her tethered here?
Him?
She lifted her chin, searching Killian’s face for deception. “And what do you get out of this?”
His smirk didn’t return. Instead, his expression was unreadable, carefully controlled.
“I get what was stolen from me.”
His father. His inheritance. His vengeance.
She could feel it rolling off of him in waves—the same raw, relentless hunger she had buried beneath obedience and fear.
Killian had come back for blood.
And he wanted her to stand beside him.
Selene’s heart pounded as she weighed the choice before her. She could tell him to leave, pretend this conversation never happened. She could continue surviving, moving through her days like a ghost, waiting for the next command.
Or she could take the hand he was offering.
Not as an Omega.
Not as a discarded Luna.
But as something far more dangerous.
Selene inhaled deeply, then exhaled, letting the decision settle into her bones.
She met his gaze. “What do you need me to do?”
Killian’s smirk was slow this time, approval flickering in his golden eyes.
“Good girl.”
A shiver ran through her, but she didn’t look away.
Whatever came next, she had already made her choice.
And there was no turning back.
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