The Alpha's Hidden Heirs (Selene and Kane)

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Kane's POV

My guards were ready to step in after what Selene had just done, but with a quick motion of my hand, I signaled them to stay put.

Closing my eyes, I let the water drip down from my hair, trailing over my face and soaking into my clothes.

"You mean nothing to me. Know your place before you ever approach me again."

With those cold words, she turned and walked out of the dining room.

Wiping the water from my face with a slow swipe of my hand, I glanced at my guards. Their shocked expressions were almost amusing.

"Go to my car. Bring her shoes and bag."

They hesitated, clearly confused by my lack of anger.

"Now," I ordered, my voice sharp.

"Y-Yes, Alpha."

They scrambled to obey, leaving in a hurry. I remained still, my gaze locked on the door she had just walked through.

Strangely, I wasn't mad. Not even a little. If anything, I deserved it. Hadn't I treated her the same way throughout our marriage?

The words from her diary echoed in my mind, filling me with regret all over again. After that night, I hadn't dared to read another page. I knew that if I did, the regret would only grow stronger, suffocating

1. me.

Stepping out of the dining room, my eyes immediately landed on the entranceway. Selene and Grayson were outside. She was slipping on her shoes, and he was helping her. She looked at him with warmth in her eyes, a softness I hadn't seen in a long time.

The scene in the dining room? That hadn't hurt me. But the way she looked at Grayson? That cut

deeper than anything.

"Alpha."

I turned at the sound of a maid's voice. She held out a towel, having noticed my wet hair.

Taking it from her, I ran the cloth over my head, but instead of heading to my room to change, I walkednoveldrama

toward the front door.

Selene and Grayson were talking, and from the way she spoke, it seemed like she was explaining last night's events to him.

Did she tell him about how I healed her wound?

I never wanted to hurt her, never wanted to be the reason for her pain. But if that was true, why did it feel like knives twisting in my chest every time I saw her with him?

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For the past few months, I had been watching her-always keeping my distance, but never truly looking away. Some might call it stalking, but for me, it was something else entirely.

Love.

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I watched over her, making sure she was okay. And every time I saw her with Grayson-holding his hand, blushing at something he said, smiling at him-it was like poison in my veins, a slow, agonizing death.

Maybe this was my punishment.

Last night, having her in my arms again, feeling her warmth after so long... it had awakened something in both me and my wolf.

A craving.

I wanted her back. I wanted to see her smile at me, to hear her thoughts when I was close. I wanted to know if she still felt anything at all.

As I stepped outside, I caught sight of Grayson's car disappearing down the road.

The sky was heavy with clouds, the promise of rain lingering in the air. I stood

there for a long time, letting the damp wind brush against my skin.

"Why can't I just forget her?" I whispered, feeling the weight of my own helplessness.

I didn't expect an answer, but my wolf responded anyway.

"You'd have to stop breathing to forget her. Because she's in every breath you take."