Chapter 78 Fractured Hearts 💕

Chapter 78 Fractured Hearts 💕
Selene woke with her body aching, fire still pulsing beneath her skin.

The night hadn’t truly ended.

Kael’s dominance, Riven’s warmth—they both lingered, pressing against her mind, her heart, her wolf.

She felt stretched between them, torn in ways that made her breath catch and her wolf growl low in frustration.

Morning light filtered into her apartment, soft, almost peaceful. It didn’t match the storm inside her.

She leaned against the window, staring at the city below, feeling the pull of two worlds, two fires, two men.

And she hated herself for wanting both.

Her phone buzzed. Kael. Riven. Both at the same time. She ignored it.

She wasn’t ready to answer, not yet. Her wolf snarled softly at the indecision, restless and wild.

The compound was tense when she arrived. The pack had sensed last night’s surge in energy—her fire, Kael’s possessiveness, Riven’s grounding warmth.

Even Marcus had noticed, though he didn’t comment. They all seemed wary, waiting for something to snap.

Kael was the first to speak. Golden eyes locked on hers, sharp, commanding, dangerous.

“Selene, we need to talk.”

Riven’s green eyes followed hers. Warm, steady, intense. “All three of us,” he said softly. “We can’t go on like this.”

Her heart pounded. “I… I don’t know what to say,” she whispered. Truthful.

She wanted to melt into them, wanted to scream, wanted to fight, wanted to surrender.

Kael stepped closer, body tense, aura heavy.

“You can’t keep pretending. You feel it. I feel it. And so does he.”

Riven’s hand found hers again, thumb brushing over her skin, gentle, grounding.

“We all want you, Selene,” he said.

“But we can’t keep hiding it, not from each other, not from ourselves.”

Her wolf growled low. Her body ached. Her mind screamed. Desire, love, jealousy, fire—they collided inside her, impossible to untangle.

She pressed her hand to her chest, feeling the storm there.

Kael’s voice dropped, dangerous. “I won’t wait forever. Not for indecision.”

“And I won’t either,” Riven said softly, voice calm but firm, green eyes burning. “But we’re not here to fight each other.

We’re here to face it. Together.”

Selene swallowed hard. She felt herself shaking, body alive with tension, need, fire.

She wanted them both. God, she wanted them both. But she also knew she couldn’t live like this forever.

Not without breaking, not without losing herself.

They sat together in the training yard, sunlight catching Kael’s golden eyes and Riven’s green ones.

The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken desire and fear.

“I…” she began, voice trembling. “I don’t know how to choose.”

Kael’s jaw tightened. “Then tell me what you feel,” he said, voice low, dangerous.

“Not what you think. Not what you should. What you feel.”

Her eyes flicked to Riven. His hand rested lightly on hers again, steady, grounding, intimate.

“I…” she started, heart hammering. “I… I feel everything. I feel fire. I feel warmth. I feel… love. Both of you. And it’s tearing me apart.”

Riven’s grip on her hand tightened gently. “Then let it be real,” he said softly. “Let us feel it too. No more hiding.”

Kael’s golden eyes darkened. “You want us both?” he asked quietly, almost a growl.

Selene nodded, tears prickling her eyes. “I… I do. But I also don’t. I can’t… I don’t know.”

Her wolf growled low, frustrated, wild, desperate. Her body ached. She felt raw, vulnerable, and alive in ways that terrified her.

Kael leaned closer, lips brushing her temple, hot, possessive. “You’re mine,” he whispered.

Riven’s hand slid along hers, thumb brushing her knuckles. “No, you’re ours,” he murmured softly.

Her body shivered, heart racing, wolf roaring.
Desire, tension, love—they collided, tangled, impossible to separate.

She pressed herself to Kael, letting him feel the fire she carried. Riven pressed against her other side, warmth grounding, steadying, claiming.

The day passed in a blur. Training, planning, pack meetings—but every touch, every glance, every brush of skin set her heart racing, body burning.

She could feel Kael’s dominance everywhere she turned.

She could feel Riven’s warmth in every pause, every handhold, every whispered word.

That evening, they found themselves alone again in the training yard. The sun had set, shadows stretching across the ground.

Her wolf prowled beneath her skin, tense and impatient. She could feel both of them watching her, wanting her, claiming her in ways that left her trembling.

Kael stepped forward first, golden eyes dark, intensity coiling around him like smoke.

“Selene,” he said low, dangerous. “You can’t hide from this. From us. From yourself.”

Riven moved simultaneously, green eyes warm, steady, voice soft. “We’re not asking for permission.

We’re telling you the truth. You don’t have to choose yet—but you can’t pretend anymore.”

Selene’s breath caught. She wanted them both. God, she wanted them both. Her wolf growled, pushing, demanding.

Her body trembled with desire and tension, ache and longing.

Kael’s hand brushed her waist, possessive, claiming.

Riven’s fingers found hers, gentle, grounding, intimate. And she… she lost herself.

She pressed herself between them, leaning into Kael’s heat, Riven’s warmth, and the world fell away.

Desire, fire, longing—they consumed her, burned through every nerve, every thought, every shred of reason.

“I… I can’t… I want… both…” she whispered, voice trembling.

Kael’s lips brushed hers, gold and fire, dangerous, claiming.

Riven’s hand pressed to her cheek, green and warm, grounding, tender. She moaned softly, body arching, wolf roaring, heart racing.

Time stretched, minutes or hours—she couldn’t tell. Heat, tension, desire—all tangled together.

Kael pressed closer, dominance sharp, need heavy. Riven held her, grounding, warmth steady, claiming.

And she… she gave herself, fully, to the fire, to the warmth, to the impossible, burning tension between three hearts.

When they finally pulled back, she was trembling, breathless, heart racing.

Her wolf howled softly, satisfied but restless, still craving, still wanting. Desire, tension, love—they were all alive inside her, impossible to separate, impossible to deny.

Kael’s golden eyes searched hers, fire and hunger coiling, dangerous.

“You’re mine,” he whispered again, voice rough.

Riven’s green eyes softened, full of warmth and fire. “No, Selene… you’re ours,” he said.

Her chest ached. Her body ached. Her wolf growled. Desire, tension, love—they were all tangled together, impossible to unravel.

And she didn’t want to unravel them.

Because for the first time, she felt completely alive.