<h4>Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Why is he back?</h4>
Selene’s POV~
The crowd was loud at first with countless questions arising, but slowly it began to thin. People drifted away one by one, still murmuring, still afraid of the unknown danger. Soon the chaos was nothing but a faint echo in the ground.
But I stood there.
I was not looking at Navien’s broken body anymore. I was not even looking at Meriya’s pitiful act. My eyes were stuck on him.
Lucian.
I had heard the stories. That he left the pack half a year ago. That he disappeared without a trace. And yet... here he was.
This news had actually given me relief, that I didn’t have to face him. I was relieved that he was not in the pack and that I wouldn’t have to cross paths with him.
But now he was here, standing in front of me. Why did he decide toe back? Couldn’t he just wait a few more days until I left this pack forever? It would have been good if he wasn’t here.
I could not understand. But the truth was, it was not the timing that shook me most. It was him.
Because if there was anyone in this world who had ever touched me most deeply, it was him.
Lucian.
I grew up with his dreams. His voice. His presence in my heart. Whatever it was, it shaped me more than I wanted to admit. And now he was here again, standing so close yet so far, and I did not even know how to face him.
My eyes stung, and I hated myself for it. Tears pushed up without my permission. Why? Why was I crying? What was there to cry about?
Was it because he was the man whom I had once seen my future with, and now he was one of the men I hated too much?
I clenched my fists, but the tears came anyway. My chest ached like I was grieving something—but what was it? Something that could never have been mine? Something that I still wanted, even when I should not?
Pathetic. That was what I was. Always pathetic.
I tore my eyes away from him and melted into the crowd, slipping out before anyone could see me. My steps were quick, almost desperate, like I could outrun the feelings wing at me.
When I was far enough, I stopped. I found a quiet ce under the sky and tilted my head back. The stars were faint above me. I closed my eyes for a moment, breathing deep, forcing calmness back onto my face.
When I opened them again, I felt it... the mask returning. My mind steady, my eyes calm, like nothing had touched me. I had learned how to do this. How to hold my face still, how to silence my mind.
But my heart... my heart betrayed me every time.
It leapt the moment I saw him. Just a nce, just his voice, and it was like my chest could not hold it. Like my heart wanted to tear itself free and throw itself at his feet.
I almostughed, but the sound died as a broken smile slipped from me. Useless.
Yes, everything could have been different. But not for me. I was always the one left behind, the one who had nothing, the one who was foolish enough to dream.
Pathetic. Always pathetic.
I sighed heavily, pressing my hand against my chest, as if I could hold my heart down by force.
"Forget the past, Selene," I whispered to myself.
There was only one thing left for me now. Revenge.
When it was done, I would be free. Free from these chains, free from this pain, free from the cruel roots this world had dug into me.
But until then... I would endure.
And when the time came, I would be free forever. I would not wait a moment before ending this shit and meeting my mother in the afterlife.
Because I had already realized this world had nothing to offer me aside from pain, longing, and betrayal.
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The hall had changedpletely. A few hours ago, there had been fear and tension after Navien was dragged in bloody and broken. But now? No one even remembered him.
The packhouse was loud. Music from the DJ shook the walls, sses clinked everywhere, and the warriors roared withughter. The whole ce had been turned into a party. A weing party for Lucian.
The feast that Meriya had worked so hard to prepare wasn’t even about her anymore. Her efforts, her decorations, her food—it all got swallowed up by the celebration of Lucian’s arrival. No one cared about anything else.
The bar was packed. Warriors crowded the tables, shouting, cheering, pouring alcohol like water. The air stank of liquor and sweat. My head ached from the noise, but I couldn’t leave.
The head maid had already ordered all of us omegas to serve. So here I was, carrying sses from table to table, forcing a smile, pouring drinks for men I wished would choke on them. Sara was with me, along with a few other girls, moving between the warriors who were already drunk enough to be dangerous.
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I sighed, setting another ss down. My hands were tired, my legs sore, but I knew this wouldn’t end soon—maybe not until midnight. Maybe not until morning.
The worst part wasn’t the noise or the work. It was the men. The way their eyes followed us. The way they leaned too close. The way theyughed, loud and rough, like beasts waiting for prey.
I didn’t care what happened to me, I was used to this kind of filth. But Sara? My chest tightened every time I looked at her. She was innocent. These bastards would crush her if they got the chance.
I made a silent promise to myself as I carried another tray of drinks. If any one of them dared to touch her, I would break his hand. I didn’t care about consequences. My life was already a mess. But hers... I had to protect hers.
I looked around the room once more. The four brothers were here too, sitting like kings among the pack, each of them with their own expressions. I didn’t even bother to study their faces. I didn’t want to look at them.
All I wanted was to get through this night without blood spilling. Without Sara being dragged into their madness. Without me losing what little control I had left.
But deep down, I already knew nights like this never ended clean.
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