“Are you looking for this?” he asked with a smirk, his eyes full of excitement as he stared at Selene. Selene's face flushed when he held the book in his hand, showing the cover to her. She had promised herself not to be intimidated by him. He clearly said he doesn't love her and doesn't care about her. “Thank you. I was looking for it,” she said, her voice clipped, taking the book from his hold. She turned her back towards him and made her way out of the library when Rayne suddenly tried to catch her hand, but instead of his hands touching hers, it drew the cloak she wore back, and the cloak fell off her head and shoulder. Her hair sprawled out as the cloak settled down to the pool at the back of her feet. She turned abruptly, in shock, to face him. “What is that for?” she asked, the tone of her voice distant and cold. The beating of the rain and the coldness of the library with this alluring woman in front of him disrupt his senses. Rayne's mouth parted in shock, and he wondere

“What is so special about her, Rayne?” she asked herself as she lay on her stomach. She was supposed to be pregnant right now since they always do it when she is about to ovulate, but it seems luck isn't on her side. “If only I could just get pregnant, then all would be fine,” she said, rubbing her flat stomach as she stared at the wooden ceiling. “Why her?” However, she was happy someone else was showing interest in Selene. At least she knew where to direct her focus when the time came. She knew if the girl was gone, then Rayne would surely come to her, giving her his full attention. *** Rayne, upon seeing the corpse of the woman, confirms that it was indeed the work of this creature he read about. But who would have awakened this kind of creature, and for what reason would it start killing just a few weeks ago, unless someone is controlling it, of course? His men stand beside him as they observe the corpse. “There was no sign of struggling,” Harold points out, checking the

“Can I know a little about you? I don't mind being your friend,” Aron inquired as he stared at the waterfall. It was a sculpture of a wolf with water dripping down its mouth. “Of course, my king, I used to live in Owl Coven village before I came to the palace,” Selene confessed, ignoring the part where she was abused and made jest of. “Then how did you become a breeder in the palace since you are living in Owl Coven? If you don't want to answer, then don't,” Aron said as he turned to look at the woman. “I came to the party like everyone else a month ago. The king found me and made me his breeder." She wasn't ready to disclose too much information because she would just be embarrassing herself. Aron knew the story was not complete, but he wasn't going to pressure her now because he could see her reluctance. “Okay then” “How are you related to the king, Milord? You look a lot like the king,” Selene pointed out and rubbed her neck because of the cold. “Well, I'm one of the distant

“You are allowed to take in any woman and do all sorts of things together. Why am I not allowed to do the same? What makes you the exception and not me?” Selene yelled as she clenched her fist in anger. She wasn't ready to call him by his title, and she dared not call him by his name either. Rayne stopped abruptly when she heard her say that. Could it be that she was right? But she wasn't ready to admit it. “You choose to be weak, so why would you blame me for taking you in as my mate? You couldn't even shapeshift, and most people in the packs thought I brought in a human as a breeder when you were a wolf, but you chose to hide in your shell,” Rayne complained as he took a step closer to her. Selene's face contours in pain as his words sink into her brain. But she wasn't ready to cry for this heartless king. He will not hesitate to poke at her weakness. “Then why are you here when you know I'm weak and don't fit to stand beside you? You should leave and let me be.” Selene explain

The hall was decorated with a beautiful intricate design made on the wall; the air was filled with a rose scent; and the chandeliers remained fixed on the wooden ceiling, casting their orange glow on the hall. However, Rayne could smell a unique smell. Though the hall was filled with a rose smell, he recognized this particular smell, which stood out among all the other scents. Rayne turned his head to look at the intruder; of course, he recognized her. Selene descended the stairs in her long, flowery green dress that hung low on her shoulder. The dress clung to her tiny waist with a silver ribbon at the end. Her wavy, long brown hair bounces down the stairs as she descends. Her doe-like black eyes scan the crowd before walking towards a seat. Rayne's mouth waters as he stares at his wild vixen. He followed her line of direction, and he wasn't surprised when he saw Aron waving at her, smiling. His body boiled, and he clenched his fist in anger. Almost all the men were ogling at he