The Alpha's Last choice

ant." Damian's voice cut through the air like a blade,

hat had once felt so strong-so undeniable-was now a chain around her heart, pulling her into the depths of despai

emorse, some sign that this was all a cruel joke. But there was nothing. His expr

hispers, the disbelief, and the pity as they waited for something-anything-to break the t

continued, his words laced with a cruel finality. "You'

pain. She straightened, lifting her chin in defiance. No. S

her. "I'm stronger than you think. Stronger than you ever gave me credit for." Damian

t cry. Not here, not in front of them. She spun on her heel, taking one last glance at him, hoping for some sign of regret, but h

watching, but none of their faces mattered now. The pack, the bond, the fated mate... it all fe

he world as she fled deeper into the woods, away from th

that didn't mean she had to

me more than the girl he had discarded. She wou

The trees seemed to whisper as she passed, their rustling leaves mocking her in the wind. She could feel their eyes on her, even if they weren't physically watching. The pack, her

on the rhythm of her breathing as she continued her flight. The further she ran, the more the hurt s

comforting, but all she felt was an eerie emptiness. The connection she had once shared with the moon-the connection that had always made her

eally seen her as an equal. To them, she had always been a delicate, fragile thing, something to be protected but never truly v

e moss-covered ground. Her breaths were shallow, the exhaustion beginning t

ys been a quiet, steady presence in her life, offering her protection when the pack had abandoned her. Angela had seen potential in her when no one else

their first lesson. It was a reminder-of who she was, of what she could become. Her mother's bloodline r

st her aside like she was nothing. That had been the catalyst. It was a cruel thing, the way the wor

lm and steady. "Strength comes from within, Selena. From the choices you

the lessons Angela had taught her: the strength of her bloodline, the power she c

coursing through her veins was ancient, raw, untamed. She had never fully understood it, not until now. The rejection, the anger-it was all

e wasn't fragile. She had never been either. She had always be

ind in her hair-it all seemed to respond to her, as though it were alive, aware of her presence. Her connection to the land, to the very heart

e wasn't going to let anyone take it fro