From His Luna to His Rival's Mate

Chapter 2

Selene’s bare feet slapped against the cool hallway carpet as she fled the suite, the oversized bathrobe flapping around her thighs.

Her lungs burned, but not from exertion, from the whirlwind of emotions threatening to drown her.

Reborn, she was actually reborn, the Moon Goddess had answered her dying prayer.

The elevator dinged open just as she reached it. She slammed the button for the ground floor, leaning against the mirrored wall as the doors slid shut.

Her reflection stared back: wide hazel eyes, flushed cheeks, damp strands of dark hair clinging to her neck. She looked young again, university age, not the weary twenty-five-year-old Luna who had died in that warehouse.

But the pain in her chest was the same, the image of Calder’s cold voice on the phone, trading her life for Elara’s, replayed endlessly.

“I will never love you again,” she whispered fiercely to her reflection. “Never.”

The elevator doors opened on the lobby level and chaos erupted immediately.

Shouts, flashing phone cameras, a crowd of pack members and curious students pressed forward, blocking her path. At the center, directing them with a smug expression, stood Mira... her so-called best friend, the one she had confided in about her seduction plan that night.

In her previous life, Mira had “caught” them and spread vicious rumors. Selene had been painted as a desperate slut chasing status. The scandal had forced the marriage and destroyed her reputation within the pack, not anymore.

Mira’s eyes widened in feigned shock. “Selene! Oh goddess, I was so worried. I heard you two were...”

Selene lifted her chin, pulling the bathrobe tighter. Her voice rang out clear and steady, cutting through the murmurs. “I don’t like Calder Vance. At all.”

The crowd fell into stunned silence.

“I was just playing around tonight,” Selene continued, forcing a careless shrug even as her heart raced. “One look at him up close and… nothing, he's not attractive enough and he’s not my type.”

Whispers exploded like fireworks, phones recorded frantically.

Calder emerged from the elevator moments later, still shirtless, the red imprint of her hand stark against his cheek.

His silver eyes locked onto her with a dangerous intensity, fury mixed with something hotter, darker. Intrigue.... Challenge.

The Alpha who had clawed his way from orphan to leader, transforming the Nightshade Pack into a powerhouse through sheer will and ruthlessness, had just been publicly humiliated by a mere university student.

The atmosphere grew thick, awkward and charged.

Mira recovered quickly, stepping forward with dramatic flair. “She’s lying! Selene has always been obsessed with Alpha Calder, she told me herself she was going to seduce him tonight to force a marriage. I only came to stop her from making a fool of herself!”

Eyes turned back to Selene, expectant.

She smiled sweetly, though inside she wanted to scream at the betrayal. “Obsessed? Please. I thought it might be fun to see what all the fuss was about. Turns out, it wasn’t.” Her gaze flicked dismissively over Calder.

“Disappointing, really.”

More silence, then laughter.

Calder’s jaw clenched. His aura flared, the dominant Alpha energy pressing down on everyone nearby. Wolves instinctively lowered their eyes, but Selene held his gaze without flinching. For the first time, she didn’t shrink under that power.

Before he could respond, a soft, melodic voice cut through the tension from behind the crowd.

“Brother? What’s going on?”

Elara appeared, beautiful and delicate in a flowing dress, her eyes wide with innocent concern as they landed on Calder’s marked cheek. She rushed to his side, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Are you okay? Who would dare…?”

Calder’s entire demeanor shifted in an instant, the ice melted and he turned to Elara with a softness Selene had never received.

“It’s nothing, Elara. Just a misunderstanding.”

Selene watched them, a cold knot forming in her stomach. In her past life, she had envied that bond, questioned it, but never acted. Now she saw it for what it might be: the root of her destruction.

She slipped away through the dispersing crowd, ignoring the stares and whispers, her mind raced. She had seven years to change her fate.

Back at Silverwood University the next morning, Selene returned to her familiar dorm room. The building buzzed with young werewolf energy, laughter, arguments over shared bathrooms, the scent of coffee and shifting pheromones in the air. It felt surreal, like stepping into a memory she could now rewrite.

Her room was simple: four beds, shared desks, posters of famous Alphas on the walls. One bed already had Elara’s things neatly arranged, a framed photo of her and Calder.

Selene unpacked quietly, steeling herself and soon the door opened. Elara entered, laughing lightly, with Calder carrying a box of her belongings. His gaze swept the room and immediately found Selene.

Their eyes met and Calder’s expression darkened, the memory of the slap clearly fresh. Yet beneath the anger, something shifted... fascination, a hunter spotting unexpected prey.

Elara beamed. “Selene! You’re my roommate? That’s wonderful! We’ll have so much fun catching up.”

Selene offered a polite, distant smile. “Welcome to campus, Elara.”

Throughout the following days, the encounters multiplied.

In the dorm common area, Calder visited often, bringing Elara snacks, helping with her schedule. Every time Selene entered, his eyes tracked her.

One afternoon after a brutal combat training session, Calder cornered her near the training grounds, away from prying eyes.

“You’ve changed overnight,” he said quietly, voice a low rumble that sent unwanted shivers down her spine. “What game are you playing, Selene?”

She met his eyes steadily, wiping sweat from her brow, the old her would have blushed, stammered, hoped for affection. The new her felt only resolve.

“No game, Alpha. I simply woke up and realized I deserve better than a man who would never choose me.”

His hand shot out, fingers gripping her chin with surprising gentleness that still held steel. “You will marry me, one way or another. The Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes.”

Selene pulled away, her smile sharp. “Watch me refuse.”

She walked away, heart pounding but steady for the first time in years, she had a new plan and It started with Kael Voss.