Selene´s POV
The silk on the bed was as soft as the sheets from the pack house.
But it didn’t smell like them.
It didn’t smell like home.
I sat at the edge of the mattress, naked, wearing a lace robe that barely covered my skin.
The fabric felt foreign. As if it didn’t belong to me.
As if I no longer belonged to anything.
I no longer had Skadi.
I no longer had a voice in the minds of my mates.
I was no longer a wolf.
No longer an Alpha.
Just a body trapped in gold.
And still, I knew—I must not cry.
I leaned forward, elbows on my knees. My hair fell over my eyes. I closed my eyelids and let it come.
“Are you sure you can handle both of us?”
Kael’s raspy voice, that night, sounded more playful than challenging.
“Are you sure you can handle me?” I shot back, one brow raised
