<h4>Chapter 135: Chapter 135: The Man From That Night</h4>


    The moment Selene saw that man’s face, her chest tightened. Her mind spun, and before she could stop it, the past came flooding back.


    That night.


    She was only a girl back then, sitting on the cold floor outside her mother’s room. Tears streamed down her face as her mother’s muffled cries reached her through the walls.


    She tried again and again to push the door open, but the omegas standing guard stopped her every time. They grabbed her arms, dragged her back, and told her to stay quiet.


    Still, she fought and begged.


    "Please, let me see my mother! Please!"


    They didn’t listen. They pushed her down so hard that her knees bruised, and one even pped her when she wouldn’t stop crying.


    Inside, her mother’s voice broke in pain. Outside, Selene’s tiny body shook as she sobbed, helpless.


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    And then came the sound of footsteps.


    Alpha Eirik walked down the hall,ughing, and beside him walked the same man Selene had just seen in the meeting hall. They wereughing together, while her mother was experiencing hell.


    "Eirik," the man said with a greedy tone, "you’re the luckiest of them all. To have such a woman... it’s no wonder you’re getting so powerful. I swear, if I had her in my bed, I’d never let her go."


    Alpha Eirikughed darkly, and the man leaned closer, whispering but loud enough for Selene to hear.


    "You should have shared her sooner, brother. A woman like that? She’s worth more than gold. Worth more than power itself. Even now, I can’t wait to taste her. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. More than a jewel... more than a treasure. She’s perfect to ruin."


    Selene’s stomach turned as she remembered his words.


    Eirik smirked. "Take your turn. I’ve had enough of her for now. Do as you please. She’s nothing but a toy, anyway."


    The man’s eyes gleamed. Heughed, not even bothering to hide his dirty thoughts. "Then tonight, she belongs to me."


    Selene’s small hands had curled into fists that night, biting her lips until blood oozed. She had screamed and begged them not to go inside, but the omegas held her down as if she were the criminal.


    And before the door closed, the man looked straight at her.


    His gaze slid over her face in a foul manner, making her entire body shudder as if he were savoring her fear.


    "Is this her daughter?" he asked Eirik with a grin. "She’s beautiful too. I wonder how she’ll taste when she grows up. Maybe even sweeter than her mother. A top-notch product. Men would kill for her."


    Selene’s blood froze. Even now, remembering it, bile rose in her throat.


    Alpha Eirik waved him off with an impatient tone. "Leave the brat alone. Do your work with the woman."


    The man chuckled. "Rx. I was only joking. I won’ty a hand on the girl... yet."


    And then they entered.


    The sound of the door mming shut echoed in Selene’s memory. She had thrown herself against it, pounding her fists until they bled. "Mother! Mother!" she had cried, her voice breaking.


    But all she heard wasughter and her mother’s begging.


    There were also times when she couldn’t bear it and decided to get away and maybe find some rescue. But whenever she tried to escape, the omegas stopped her. When she tried to shout, they beat her until she fell silent.


    They told her if she stayed still and quiet, maybe they would stop hurting her mother. So she obeyed, trembling, her tears soaking her clothes as she sat on the floor like a prisoner.


    But it was all lies. Nothing she did could save her mother.


    The hours dragged on, filled with sounds that would haunt her for the rest of her life.


    That night had broken her. That man—his words, hisugh, his greedy eyes—had carved himself into her memory like a scar that would never heal.


    And now, here he stood, hiding behind the council’s name. Acting like he was noble, when all she could see was filth.


    Her blood boiled with hatred so deep it made her dizzy. In her mind, she killed him again and again.


    Her mother’s voice still echoed in her ears. The screams, the begging. Selene’s own helpless cries.


    That night had stolen everything from them.


    And this man... he was the face of it all.


    Selene’s breath came fast as the memory slipped away, leaving her face pale and her body trembling.


    Her nails dug deeper into her palms. Rage coiled hot in her chest.


    She knew it then... her mother could never rest while this monster still breathed. And neither could she.


    At first, she had thought her purpose in this pack was only to hunt the witch. To find her and be done with her before hunting them. But fate had thrown this man into her path. He had shown himself without her seeking.


    It almost felt as if he had walked straight into his ending.


    And Selene was more than ready to give it to him.


    She did not believe in gods. She did not believe in fate, or karma, or justice from the heavens. None of those things had ever saved her mother. None had ever saved her.


    No—if he were to suffer, then it would be by her hand. She would not wait for punishment toe to him. She would be his punishment. His karma.


    Every day he lived would be his hell.


    Her eyes locked on him, burning with hatred so sharp it was like a de. For a moment, she almost stepped forward, almost revealed herself, and almost tore him apart with her own hands. She wanted to rip his flesh, to scatter him in pieces across the floor until nothing of him remained.


    But she forced herself to stop. Only she knew how her rational mind was stopping her, because her heart wanted to rip this bastard apart.


    Still, her gaze was too strong. The hatred in her eyes was too fierce. The man shifted slightly, his brow furrowing as he felt it—the weight of someone watching him. He turned, his eyes scanning the room.


    Selene’s heart jolted.