The corridor was dark. Selene moved fast, barefoot against the cold stone, her heart thundering in her chest. She didn’t know how they’d gotten so close, how he had.

But the moment she turned the corner, he was there, and he slammed her back against the wall.

Her gasp was muffled by a rough hand clamping over her mouth. The other braced beside her head as his body caged hers completely. Heat rolled off him like a furnace. His scent hit her nose, faintly familiar. Like burnt cedar, cold steel, and storm.

He leaned in, his voice a ragged whisper by her ear.

“You’re Selene... my Selene.”

Her blood ran cold. Her heart rebelled against her chest, trying to escape.

“I’m not,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “You’re mistaken.”

His fingers traced the curve of her jaw like he was trying to memorize it. “It’s you. I’d know your soul even if the world burned it from your bones.”

“You’re mad,” she spat.

But he suddenly dipped his mouth to kiss her hard, to confirm that it was really her.

***

Selene was the daughter of the cruel Alpha who ruled Moonveil through fear. Years ago, he wiped out an entire pack just to rise to power. But he made one mistake...he left behind four orphaned boys.

Those boys returned as Alphas. They are stronger, colder and out for revenge.

They took everything...his land, his title, and finally... his life. Selene was only seventeen at the time. She had no idea what her father had done. But that didn’t matter. To them, she was guilty by blood.

They didn’t kill her. No. They did something worse.
They marked her as a slave.

In their world, even omegas had rights. Slaves had none. She became nothing more than property.

But Selene still had hope. On her eighteenth birthday, like every werewolf, she expected her wolf to awaken. It was supposed to be the start of her new life.

Instead, it turned into a nightmare.

Her wolf never came. Her body remained cold and silent. And then… the bond appeared. She was mated to all four of them.

The very Alphas who hated her.
The ones who owned her.

But the truth is Selene was never a wolf to begin with.

As her body withers under the weight of the bond, a darker truth surfaces. She is not just a slave… she is the last living witch, born of the very bloodline werewolves have hunted for generations.

Now, her enemies wear the mark of her mates...
And the witch they thought they broke may be the one who burns them all.

​I let out a shaky breath of pure relief as Aeron finally stood before me. He was here. Just seeing him made the suffocating tension I felt between his brothers ease a little. 


Maybe now I wouldn't have to be the centerpiece of their possessive glares.


​I smiled, a genuine one this time, and took another step closer. "You're finally here," I repeated softly, and I meant it.


​My eyes swept over the three men still on the couch. Kael was grinning, Luca was watching me with an unreadable expression, and Lucian... Lucian still looked like a handsome statue of deadly calm. 


They were all werewolves. Hungry, predatory wolves who want to devour her at any possible moment. Maybe Aeron was the only composed one here whom she could trust.


But what I don't know is that Aeron was no different, even if he looked more reserved.


​I looked back up at Aeron. He was standing stiffly, looking down at me with an intensity that made my cheeks warm all over again.


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