His Mate, His Enemy.

Selene felt something different about her the moment she woke up. A low groan escaped her lips as she stirred and blinked at the dim room. There was an unfamiliar sensation that overwhelmed her and prickled her senses.

Then in an instant, she sat up, the world tilting slightly as she adjusted to the sudden influx of sensations.

Her hands instinctively flew to her neck as memories flooded in to her head leaving her no chance to forget.

Selene looked around the large room in fear feeling the weight and ache of unused muscles pulling her back.

"Am I in paradise ?" She croaked to herself.

Her eyes darted around the room.

It was vast, opulent, and utterly foreign. The walls were draped in rich velvet, the floor was a mosaic of marble and precious stones, and the furniture was a collection of antique pieces that spoke of wealth and power.

Earthly possessions, she thought to herself.

"Definitely not paradise then." She realized sadly.

Then her eyes settled on a large mirror placed at the far end of the room.

Fighting the weakness of her body, Selene dragged herself to the mirror and disappointment clouded her as she stared back at her reflection.

She looked exactly the same.

Bald, Pale white and worst of all still dressed in her engagement dress.

Memories of her engagement night flashed

in her head starting from the nightmare that had occurred in her room and ending with the dark look in Lyall's eyes before he killed her.

Again, her hands went to her neck. She could feel pain but she was completely healed. Again, death had failed her. But Unlike the first wake after death, she felt a new surge of energy. She felt different and reborn.

Perhaps this was a message from the goddess, telling her that she was not ready to die. Telling her that her goal could be achieved after all. Perhaps there was more to her life than she thought.

"But where am I?" She asked herself starting to wander around weakly.

Then she stopped when she noticed the mosaic on the wall.

The River Crest.

Panic gripped Selene's heart as she took in the swirling waters depicted in blue and green, seeming to flow across the surface.

"No. No, No, No, No." She called to herself as she staggered back. "Anywhere but here, I can't be here."

Though her father had tried to filter the books that Selene read, it was impossible to conceal writings of the river pack from her. Varon sneaked some books to her each time he returned from his travels and there she read about the history of the secluded park.

Had her brother and Lyall sold her? But Selene remembered faintly that she had been thrown off the cliff.

"Anywhere but here." She repeated as it dawned on her that she was in danger yet again.

Was this because she called death on herself? It would have been better for her to die anywhere else but here. She was aware that this was the enemy's territory.

Not just any enemy in fact….

Selene rushed to where the tall curtains were and as she shifted it gently, the streak of sunlight made her jump back immediately.

She rushed to the end of the room where another set of curtains were pushing it aside more carefully.

Her heart was racing as her eyes swept over tendered hedges.

The sound of the door opening made Selene snap out of her thoughts and a sudden fear enveloped her as she raced towards the other side of the room where a chest of drawers stood. Then she peeped and was surprised at who she saw.

A gorgeous female werewolf stood wide eyed starring back at Selene. Selene was in awe at the Ebony long haired female whose beautiful grey eyes told of shock.

The female exuded beauty and grace that had nothing to do with her elegant clothing. Selene's own step mother, Queen Luna Ulva dressed more flamboyantly yet this female that stood before her was even more gracious.

The door opened again causing Selene's heart to skip.

Alpha Zephyr stepped in to the room hastily and joined the shocked duo in silence. He looked at his mother at first but then he followed her line of gaze and landed on the person half hiding behind the Shelf.

In the single moment that the pair of dark eyes met the blue ones, there was a burst of attraction and overwhelming energy.

Selene felt her whole body awaken and the air crackled with an energy she hadn't felt before, a strange mix of anticipation, awe and yearning.

Fighting the urge to keep looking at Selene, Zephyr turned to his mother.

"Mother. If you would excuse me. I promise to come and explain to you as soon as I can." He said.

His voice was the usual authoritative tone but there was still something milder about it showing that he had respect for his mother.

Luna Vilka turned to her son tearing her eyes away from the stranger. Zephyr was not sure of what his mother's eyes held.

She looked scared, shocked and confused. It was a surprise to see that she had no questioning look and to confirm, she left the room with a nod.

Vilka's heart was pounding as she now understood why the guards were reluctant to let her in to the room despite telling her that her son was not in there.

"Luna, is everything okay?" Alma asked coming from the corner of the hall where she had been waiting.

"Yes. I'm fine. I would just like a moment alone." Vilka said and without waiting for a response from Alma, she carried on.

As she made her way to the top part of the Royal Mansion, her mind was far away replaying the image of the bald blue eyed person. Vilka was so carried away that she paid no notice to the positioned guards who bowed as she passed.

On reaching the intended room, she shakily unlocked the door and let herself in. Her hands moved carefully and longingly over the furniture as she walked.

It had been months since she last visited here, she only came when she missed her late husband in an uncontrollable manner.

Taking a deep sigh, she strolled to the end of the room, her heart pounding as she hesitantly pushed aside the heavy velvet curtain.

Etched into the very heart of the stone wall, a magnificent portrait emerged.

The lines were not painted, but carved with an ancient, almost magical precision. The figure within was that of a young woman, breathtakingly beautiful. Her hair, a cascade of purest white, flowed down her back in mesmerizing waves. Captivating Blue eyes, the color of a stormy sea, stared out with an ethereal serenity, as if gazing across centuries.

Luna Vilka's mind did a replay of the bald, blue eyed stranger she had just seen in her son, The Alpha's Bedroom.