Chapter 23 Oracle&Apos;S Call

• THE AFTERMATH of Cassian’s visit and Waldemar’s raw display of jealousy left Selene feeling more trapped than ever. The Moonbind, vibrating with Waldemar’s possessive fury, had cemented his claim in a way that stripped away her last vestiges of internal resistance. The memory of his aggressive kiss, of her body’s traitorous response, burned with a humiliating intensity. She was his, he had declared, in every way, and her own magic seemed to echo his terrifying vow. Cassian’s offer felt like a cruel taunt, a glimpse of light quickly extinguished by the overwhelming darkness of Waldemar’s dominance.
• For days, Waldemar kept her close. He rarely left her side, even when attending to pack matters, bringing his Alpha duties into her chambers. He was a constant, watchful presence, his golden eyes frequently sweeping over her, as if to reaffirm his ownership. The Moonbind was a smothering blanket, his emotions – a relentless possessiveness, a simmering anger at Cassian’s intrusion, and a deep, unsettling satisfaction in her enforced proximity – bleeding into her own.
• Selene retreated within herself, her defiance now a quiet, internal battle. She still sought any weakness in the Moonbind, any sliver of autonomy, but the recent display of Waldemar’s control had taught her that outward rebellion was futile, only serving to strengthen his hold.