LOGINSelene moved through the quiet forest, the night heavy and still around her. The memory of him, of that night, her fingers twisted the edge of her sleeve. Her cheeks still burned, her pulse quickened at the memory, each detail of that night replaying like a wild dream. She hadn’t known she could feel so bold, so reckless, so alive in a single moment. The thought made her blush, small and guilty, and a warmth bloomed inside her that had nothimg to do with the fire in the tavern. Her hands trembled slightly as she pressed them to her chest, trying to calm the fluttering in her stomach. She had crossed a line she never imagined, and somehow… she didn’t regret it. She finally made her way back to the cabin, her mind spinning from the memories. The quiet of her little space felt different now, charged with something she couldn't name, something new. She slipped through the door, hoping to be invisible. “Finally,” her aunt's husband sneered, emerging from the shadows of the kitchen. “Did you wander off to embarrass the family again?” Selene’s stomach twisted. “I..I’m sorry,” she murmured, trying to shrink into herself. Her aunt’s laugh was cruel. “Sorry won’t fix this, girl. Everyone saw." Selene flinched but didn’t retreat. Not entirely. Something inside her refused to be crushed. Something small, stubborn, but alive. She quietly excused herself as she went to her little corner. She sank unto her mattress, resting her hands on her stomach, like she knew something was different about it. Maybe.. something tonight has already changed everything. A hint of fear ran through her, but beneath it, a strange sense of acceptance began to take root.
The next day brought the usual hustle of the pack, though the air carried a new tension, the kind that came with ceremony preparations. Omegas were being called forward, dressed and aligned, whiles whispers passed from one member to the other. Selene’s heart raced as she realized she would be there, in the midst of it all, again. If only there were a way to get out of this.
The ceremony was quieter than the mating itself, but the weight of it pressed on Selene’s chest. Pairs stood together, now bonded and certain, beaming with pride. Murmurs weaving through the atmosphere as names were acknowledged. This was not about choosing. It was about claiming, about being seen. Selene stood with the other omegas, hands folded neatly, eyes lowered. Her wolf stirred beneath her skin, restless, pacing like it sensed something coming before she did. She tried to calm it, tried to steady her breathing, but her thoughts slipped anyway. The memory of that night lingered too close, too warm, sending a quiet pulse of awareness through her. Then she felt it. Her wolf froze. Selene’s gaze lifted without thinking. There he was. He stood near the front of the clearing, slightly apart from the others. Alone. Just him, calm and unbothered. Her wolf went utterly still. Recognition hit her hard. The same intensity, the same presence that had wrapped around her in shadow and warmth. Selene’s breath caught in her throat, as truth settled, heavy and undeniable. It was him. Heat rushed to her face, her heartbeat roaring in her ears. Her wolf pressed closer to the surface, unsettled yet drawn, reacting before Selene could even understand why. He was not just a stranger. He was not just a reckless memory she could bury. He was an Alpha. And he had chosen no one. The realization sent chills down her spine. Her wolf shifted restlessly, alert as if sensing unfinished business. Shock, relief and fear tangled in Selene’s chest. Of all possibilities, of all wolf in the pack, it had been him. The one night she had stepped out of the shadows and dared to be bold. She lowered her gaze, hands tightening into fists as she urged her wolf to settle. Whatever this was, it wasn't over. Something had begun to change, and her wolf knew it too, pacing quietly beneath her skin. Standing there in the clearing, with his presence lingering in her mind, Selene understood one thing with sudden clarity. That night had left its mark, and her wolf hadn't forgotten.
Selene felt his gaze settle on her before he was even close. He walked up to her swiftly and stood beside her, careful not to draw attention to both of them. "You ran," he said quietly. Her breath caught. Of all this he could have said, that was all. Not an accusation. Just a statement. "I didn't run," she said, meeting his gaze. "I simply left. The night was over." The corner of his mouth twitched, almost a smile. "You didn't look like someone who wanted to be followed." "I wasn't," she said. "I just needed air." His eyes searched her face slowly, as if taking in something only he could see. "And did you find it... the air you needed?" "I found.. distance," she said at last. His gaze lingered on her a second longer. Not judging. Just assessing her. "There's something new about you. You smell different." Selene stiffened. "Different how?" He didn't answer right away. His eyes dropped briefly, then lifted back up to her face. "You took something of mine that night." Her breath caught. "I don't know what you mean," she said, but her voice betrayed her. Her knees went weak. He leaned in just close enough for her to feel the weight of his presence. "Yes, you do." Heat rushed to her face, her heart thumping so loud she was sure he could hear it. "That night meant nothing," she said quickly, as if convincing herself and not him.
His expression softened, just slightly. "That's where you're wrong." "You're mistaken." His eyes didn’t leave hers. "I don't mistake what's mine." The silence between them echoed. Selene swallowed, her pulse racing as realization crept in, slow and terrifying. She looked away.
Selene became painfully aware of their surroundings. The low hum of voices. The way their eyes flickered their way. This was not a private moment. It could never be. She took a small step back, lowering her voice. "Are you even meant to be seen with me?"
His brow furrowed slightly. "I'm an omega," she said, the words tasting bitter. "You're an Alpha. I'm not someone you stand beside in public." A few nearby pack had noticed them. Quiet glances. Whispers. Nothing confrontational though. No one dared challenge him. Still, Selene felt every look like a weight pressing on her skin. He followed her gaze, then looked back at her, unbothered. "They'll survive," he said. "That's not what I mean," she murmured. "They don't matter," he stated. "They already know how this ends." Some laughed. Another turned away. Some pretended not to see them, in their minds, it was simple. An Alpha like him would never choose someone like her. This moment was... temporary.
Selene wrapped her hand around herself, her wolf stirred uneasy beneath her skin. "You shouldn't be here with me," she said quietly. He stepped closer, just enough to block her from their stares. "Then maybe, they are wrong," he said calmly.
Five days after Orion's promise, the kingdom woke to a different sort of morning. The sharp bite that had lingered through winter was gone. The air felt lighter somehow. Easier. Windows stood open throughout parts of the city. Merchants no longer wrapped themselves in three layers before stepping outside. Children had resumed their favorite hobby of ignoring weather entirely. And everywhere, signs of spring continued appearing— slowly, patiently and inevitably. Selene noticed it the moment she opened her eyes. Sunlight spilled through the curtains in pale gold streaks. Somewhere outside, birds were making enough noise to suggest they had collectively decided the season had already changed. Beside her, Orion was awake. Not moving. Just watching Camille. The baby occupied the space between them, having somehow ended up there during the night. Selene had stopped questioning how. Camille's tiny fingers were wrapped around one of Orion's. Her grip looked ridiculously small aga
A week passed. The winter hadn't fully disappeared. But it had started to loosen its grip. The palace grounds looked different now. Not all at once. Just in the small ways people noticed when they paid attention. The snowbanks that had towered over pathways had shrunk considerably. Water dripped steadily from rooftops during the warmer parts of the day. Icicles hung shorter than before. Patches of dark earth appeared beneath melting snow. The world seemed caught between two decisions. Winter refusing to leave. Spring refusing to wait.Selene noticed it while walking through the gardens that morning. Workers moved carefully between flowerbeds, removing protective coverings that had sheltered delicate roots throughout the cold months. Nearby, gardeners examined the soil. Birdsong drifted through the air. The first brave arrivals returning after winter. Selene paused beside one of the pathways. A few weeks ago everything had been white. Silent. Still. Now the kingdom felt restless.
The cold arrived before dawn. Not ordinary winter cold. Not the sort people had grown accustomed to over the past months. This was sharper. Meaner. The kind that slipped through cracks in doors and settled into bones. The kind that made people wake up already annoyed.By sunrise, frost coated nearly every rooftop in the city. Windowpanes glittered white. Stone streets sparkled beneath a thin layer of ice. The fountain in the market square had frozen around the edges during the night, and several merchants immediately began complaining about it. As tradition demanded. "I can't feel my fingers." "You have gloves." "They aren't helping." "You said that yesterday." "Because it was true yesterday too." The argument continued. Nearby, children ran through the streets laughing as though they had been personally gifted the greatest weather imaginable. One little boy slid across an icy patch and nearly crashed into a snowbank. His friends applauded. Adults shook their heads. Children re
The silence woke Selene. Not because it was loud. Because it wasn't. For several moments she remained where she was, staring at the ceiling and trying to identify exactly what felt wrong. The room was warm. The fire had burned low during the night. Snowlight filtered softly through the curtains. Everything appeared perfectly normal. Which was suspicious. Camille was nowhere to be heard. Selene sat up immediately. The cradle beside the bed was empty. She stared. Then blinked. Then stared harder. "...Orion?" No answer. The other side of the bed was empty. Selene narrowed her eyes. That explained absolutely nothing. She pushed aside the blankets and stood. The palace was not in danger. She knew that. If something serious had happened, she would have known already. This felt different. This felt like baby-related trouble. Which was somehow its own category. Selene wrapped a robe around herself and stepped into the adjoining sitting room. Then stopped. Orion occupied one of the armchai
A few days later, the palace found itself preparing for the final evening of the year. Not with urgency or endless ceremonies. Simply with tradition. The sort of traditions people followed because their parents had followed them. And their grandparents before that. Traditions nobody questioned anymore because they had become part of life itself. Throughout the city below, lanterns already appeared outside homes. Small lights. Warm lights. Families would leave them burning through the night to welcome the coming year and guide good fortune toward their doors. Children ran through snowy streets carrying paper lanterns nearly as large as their heads. Shopkeepers decorated windows. Bakers prepared special breads. And somewhere, inevitably, somebody was already arguing about the proper way to celebrate. As tradition demanded.Inside the palace, things were not much different. Camille sat in the middle of a blanket on the floor. Looking offended. Very offended. The cause of this inj
Breakfast had already been underway for several minutes when Evangeline finally decided she could not ignore it any longer. The dining room felt comfortably alive that morning. Snow drifted lazily beyond the tall windows while servants moved quietly between tables carrying fresh bread, tea, and warm dishes. Camille occupied Selene's lap. Or rather, half of Selene's lap. The five-month-old had recently discovered that sitting upright offered significantly better opportunities to observe the world. She now took that responsibility very seriously. At present she was watching a spoon. Watching it with deep suspicion.Across the table, Orion appeared entirely invested in a discussion with Quilan regarding winter supply routes. Sable read. Or pretended to. Elira drank tea. Theron looked like he had already disagreed with somebody at least twice. Everything felt normal. Which was exactly why Evangeline finally spoke. "Can I ask something?" Selene glanced up. Evangeline pointed her fork light
By afternoon, the palace no longer felt merely busy. It felt alive in every direction at once. From the upper gallery overlooking the central halls, Selene stood still for one brief moment simply watching the chaos unfold beneath her. Servants crossed the marble floors carrying towering winter
A few months had passed. Winter arrived quietly. Not all at once. Just slowly enough for the palace to wake one morning beneath pale silver skies and realize the world had changed around it. Snow dusted the outer walls in soft layers while lanternlight glowed warmly against stone pathways below
Dusk settled slowly across the palace, washing the stone corridors in gold and amber while lanterns flickered awake one by one beneath the deepening sky. Below the upper balconies, the courtyards remained alive with movement; servants carrying trays toward the dining halls, musicians tuning instr
Morning arrived to the sound of tiny violence. Orion woke to something aggressively small grabbing a fistful of his hair. His eyes opened slowly. Camille stared down at him from where she had somehow rotated halfway across the bed, one tiny hand still tangled triumphantly in dark strands while th







