Chapter 3
Selene’s POV
“Selene!”
I was deep in conversation with Ethan Caldwell when a sharp, familiar voice suddenly cut through the air.
I instinctively turned my head–and there he was
Julian Blake stood a few steps behind me, dressed sharply in a tailored suit, his silver eyes shadowed with a dark gleam as he stared at
Ethan.
“You’re not going to introduce me?” Julian asked, his tone smooth but edged with something unmistakably sharp.
He was always composed. This was the first time I had ever seen jealousy flicker openly in his eyes.
But why would he be jealous?
Ilis heart, Nknew all too well, was already claimed by Claire Lancaster.
I brushed the thought aside and forced a polite smile.
“This is Ethan Caldwell, my senior from the Academy,” I said.
Then, after a slight pause, I added calmly, “And this is… my Mate, Julian Blake.‘
The words felt oddly heavy on my tongue, the Mate Bond between us weakening with every heartbeat.
The two men shook hands.
When they pulled away, faint red marks bloomed across their knuckles silent evidence of a brief but vicious contest of strength.
Neither acknowledged it.
But the tension in the air crackled dangerously.
Even my wolf stirred uneasily within me, baring her teeth.
“They see each other as rivals,” she murmured.
I offered Ethan a small wave
“I’ll head off now. See you around, Ethan.”
Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked away with Julian at my side.
Had I looked back, I might have seen the faint shadow of loneliness flicker across Ethan’s face.
Julian remained silent until we exited the building, but the air between us pulsed with suppressed emotion.
“What were you doing here?” he finally asked, his voice low and tightly controlled.
I took a slow breath
“It’s been a while since I visited the Academy.” I said casu.
Thought I’d walk around
A
msy excumt, but I didn’t care to offer niore.
We walked toward the parking lot
As we approached the car, I moved automatically toward the
I reached for the handle, the window slid downs
Catre Lancaster’s santing lece greeted mur
Though I had never truly met ber beløv, ber scent
I sat silently, my hands folded neatly on my lap, my gaze turned toward the window, as my wolf curled tighter inside me, wounded but proud.
Claire let out a dramatic sigh when she failed to get a reaction.
e said mockingly.
“You have such a sweet little Mate, Julian,” she
Julian chuckled lightly.
“She’s very obedient,” he said.
The words hit harder than any slap.
Obedient.
My wolf didn’t even growl this time.
She simply lay there, silent, the Mate Bond between us fraying thread by thread.
I closed my eyes briefly, blocking out the ache.
The road stretched on, and with each mile, the distance between us grew.
Not just physically
But in every way that mattered.
