Chapter 105 105

Chapter 105 105
SELENE’S POV

By evening the wolves disperse. Vayer and Tyler have left too. I’m there with just a few who live in the manor. I spoke enough and they seemed the follow what I said. But I had a feeling it won’t last .Power never does, not the kind built in a single moment, not the kind forged out of fear and survival. It draws attention. It demands response.

And Iver answers. I feel him before I see him. That shift in the air sharp, controlled, familiar in a way that tightens something low in my chest. The wolves feel it too. Their bodies tense, instinctively pulling back, creating space without being told. A path for him. 

He steps into the clearing like nothing here can touch him, like the destruction around us is something he can step over, not something that nearly broke us. His gaze finds me immediately For a second, neither of us speaks. Then his eyes drop briefly to the child in my arms.

Something flickers there, gone just as quickly as it came.

“What did you do?” he asks. His voice is low and strained. 

My grip tightens slightly. “What I had to.”

A muscle in his jaw ticks. “That wasn’t your decision to make.”

Something sharp rises in me at that. “He’s alive,” I snap. “That’s the only thing that matters.”

“It’s not,” Iver says immediately.

The words hit harder than they should. A ripple moves through the wolves behind me, uneasy, uncertain. They can feel it, this isn’t just disagreement. This is something breaking.

“You don’t understand what you’ve done,” he continues, stepping closer. “You don’t understand what she will do because of it.”

“I understand enough,” I fire back. “She was going to take everything anyway.”

“And now you’ve given her a reason to finish it.”

Silence drops between us, heavy and suffocating. My chest rises sharply. “So what? I should have let him die?”

His gaze hardens. “You should have followed the order that kept this world from collapsing.”

The words land like a strike an order. Balance, fate, all the things she said.

“You sound like her,” I say, quieter now, but colder.

Something flashes across his face. “Don’t,” he warns but he keeps avoiding to look into my eyes.

“Then don’t stand there and tell me I should have let my child die just to keep her satisfied.”

The air tightens instantly not from me but from him. Power coils under his skin, controlled but close to snapping. “This isn’t about satisfaction,” he says, voice dropping. “This is about survival.”

“And what kind of survival is that?” I demand. “One where we obey and hope she spares us?”

“It’s the only one we have.”

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “It’s the only one you accept.”

For a moment, something dangerous flickers in his eyes, not anger. I wish it was anger, but all I see is fear.

“For once,” I continue, stepping closer despite the pressure gathering around him, “stop thinking like a king.”

His voice cuts through mine. “I am thinking like your mate.”

The words almost stop me, almost. “Then act like it,” I say.

The silence that follows is thick and tense. Something fractures between us not loudly, not all at once but enough. His gaze drops again to the child in my arms.

When he looks back up, the decision is already made. “I won’t let you make this worse.”

My chest tightens. “You don’t get to decide that.”

“I already have.”

The shift is instant. I feel it before I understand it. The air locks, not pressure but containment.
It wraps around me, tight, precise, cutting off movement before I can react. My body jerks against it instinctively, but it doesn’t give.

“Iver…”

“Don’t,” he says, sharper now. “Don’t fight this.”

My heart starts to pound. “What are you doing?”

“Protecting what’s left,” he answers.

Something cold settles in my stomach. “You’re locking me away.”

“I’m keeping you out of her reach.”

“No,” I snap, struggling harder now as the invisible force tightens. “You’re putting me exactly where she wants me…controlled, contained…”

“She can’t reach you if you’re sealed,” he cuts in.

“And what about them?” I demand, my voice breaking slightly as I glance at the wolves behind him. “What about our children?”

His jaw tightens. “They’ll be safer if you stop provoking her.”

The words hit harder than anything else. My resistance stills for just a second.

“Provoking her?” I repeat, quieter now.

“Yes.” 

Something inside me twists. “He died,” I say, my voice dropping. “And I refused to accept it.”

“And the world changed because of it,” Iver snaps. “That’s not normal, Selene. That’s not something you just decide to do and walk away from.”

My breathing turns uneven. “I didn’t ask for this.”

“No,” he agrees, quieter now. “But you’re not controlling it either.” Silence follows.

Then he says softly “And that’s what scares me.”

The words should reach me. They should matter but something else is louder now.

“You’re afraid of me,” I say.

“I’m afraid of what happens if you keep going.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It’s the only one you’re getting.”

The force around me tightens again. I feel it locking into place, sealing, cutting me off from everything beyond it, from them, from him.

“Iver,” I say, more quietly now.

He doesn’t respond. “Look at me.”

seconds pass, then he does. And for a second, I see everything he’s trying to bury. Fear. Anger. Something that still looks like love.

“Don’t do this,” I tell him.

His expression hardens. “I already did.”

“Stop letting her use you” I try to yell as the space closes. Not just physically but completely. The world outside me dims, like I’ve been pushed behind something I can’t see through, can’t break, can’t reach past. Everywhere is dark, I keep hearing my baby screams in my head and I just know I can stay here for up to twenty four hours. I live for my children, whether the Moongoddess likes it or not.