Twice Fated

trong but slow. He relied too much on brute force. Selina exhaled sharply. Speed. That was her advantage. She moved before he could fully recover, darting to his side and landing a

's voice, cool and approving. "Enough." Selina hesitated for a second, then released the rogue and stepped back. The fight was over. She had won. A thrill ran through her-not just from victory, but from realization. She was no longer the weak omega they had all seen before. And now, they knew it too. **** The tension in the air was thick as Selina stepped away from her fallen opponent. The rogue coughed, rubbing his throat, his pride clearly more wounded than his body. The watching rogues murmured among themselves, some still in shock, others with newfound interest in the girl they had dismissed as weak. Selina felt their stares-but this time, they weren't filled with mockery or disdain. She wasn't just an omega anymore. She had proven something tonight. Roman stepped forward, his boots crunching against the dirt. His golden eyes locked onto her, unreadable. Then-he smirked. "Not bad," he said, his deep voice carrying through the clearing. "For someone who was running scared not too long ago." A few rogues chuckled, but it wasn't the same cruel laughter from before. It was different. Selina straightened, still catching her breath, but refusing to look weak in front of them. "I'm not running anymore," she said firmly. Roman's smirk widened slightly. "Good. Then let's see if you can keep up." He turned and walked away, clearly expecting her to follow. Selina hesitated for only a second before stepping forward, ignoring the lingering pain in her ribs. She had won the fight-but she knew this was only the beginning. **** The fire crackled softly in the center of the rogue camp, casting flickering shadows across the gathered wolves. The night air was cool against Selina's skin, but the adrenaline still thrumming through her veins kept her warm. She sat near the edge of the clearing, her back against a fallen log, listening to the low murmurs of the pack around her. For the first time since she had arrived, no one was telling her to leave. No one was calling her weak. Her fingers traced the bruises forming along her arms, a dull ache settl