Twice Fated

. Every scent in the air was distinct, layered, vivid in a way it had never been before. But one scent stood out above the rest. She wasn't alone. Selina's spine stiffened.

studied her this time. Then, he exchanged a glance with the others. There was something in the way they looked at her. Not with disgust, like the Bloodfang Pack. But with curiosity. Suspicion. Interest. And then-a fourth figure stepped forward. Selina felt him before she saw him. A powerful presence, dark and commanding, moving through the trees like a shadow. And then-he emerged. Tall, broad-shouldered, with raven-black hair and piercing steel-gray eyes, he exuded an aura that was impossible to ignore. His very presence demanded attention, demanded submission-yet he was not an alpha. Not that he needed the title. This was a man who didn't follow orders. He gave them. The other rogues stepped aside, their postures shifting slightly-not quite fear, but deference. Selina swallowed hard. Who was he? The man-Roman-stopped a few feet away from her. His gaze swept over her slowly, taking in the torn remnants of her clothing, the dirt smudging her skin, the faint but unmistakable glow in her silver eyes. Selina fought the urge to look away. She didn't know why, but something about the way he looked at her made her feel... exposed. And then, he spoke. "You're different." His voice was deep, calm-but laced with something sharp. Knowing. S