Filed To Story: Destined Bond with My Forbidden Alpha Novel (Alpha Alexander & Selene)
Selene chuckled softly as she was pulled away from her thoughts.
“I was trying to meditate. Trying to reach the power within and take control of it.”
“Sounds difficult,” Galen said.
“Impossible,” she sighed.
“Is this the same power you tapped into when you fought Fiona?” he asked.
Selene nodded.
“So not quite impossible,” he smiled.
“Yea,” Selene chuckled. “But I don’t really think I should repeat that experience.”
“No, of course not,” Galen agreed. “But maybe you could try to replicate the build-up, the events leading up to it. Try to isolate what triggers the power to come forward.”
Selene thought about it for a moment.
The only times she knew that she lost control of the Valkyrie were during her captivity, when she fought Fiona, and when she met Solana.
“You said it’s rage, right?” Galen asked. “Maybe you should try running a simulation of something that makes you angry?”
“I don’t think it’s as simple as rage,” Selene sighed. “I’ve been angry before, I have fought, I have used my berserker rage… it’s not the same.”
Galen thought for a moment before speaking.
“When we train the pups to find the weapon they wish to wield, we make them try every weapon,” he said. “They learn to use it and then spend time with it. Once they know how to use them all, we ask one question. What is different?”
Selene furrowed her brows.
“Your weapon is something you feel instinctually. Even if you don’t know your fighting style or your strength. There is something about holding the right weapon in your hand that feels… correct. Like a missing piece.”
Galen looked at her.
“You are a powerful warrior and wolf. You have abilities unlike any other. So, what is different about this power than the power you recognize?”
Selene thought carefully.
When she was held captive, Jackson had used the gas on her. Triggered her mind to create horrible memories and images, trying to force her to tap into her rage.
Though she had taken over, the Valkyrie hadn’t killed the children, and she hadn’t lost control. Instead, she was focused on attacking Jackson and, to an extent, Alexander. Because she saw them as a source of Selene’s rage, her doubt.
That convinced Selene that there was something more to her ability. It wasn’t the same as losing control of her berserker rage.
The second time, Nessa had pushed all of Selene’s buttons, which made her angry. But though she had lost control at the mention of Whiteridge and Shadowcrest, the Valkyrie hadn’t taken control until Fiona tried to force Selene’s submission.
Fiona had assumed it was the Luna in Selene fighting against being controlled. She wasn’t altogether right, but she wasn’t wrong either.
Finally, when Selene had fought against Solana, the Valkyrie had been different, whispering to her the entire time. Pushing her, but Selene didn’t lose control until Solana questioned her resolve… until she doubted her.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt like the Valkyrie had changed with each encounter.
“It feels protective,” Selene whispered.
“Am I supposed to continue to stand back and watch as you allow yourself to be ruled by those who should follow you?”
Selene gasped and turned around.
Galen was gone, and the training room was gone.
She was on a hill, overlooking a territory so large she couldn’t see its end. Yet, above her, the moon, full and bright, looked down with a warmth and presence that calmed her heart.
It was the same as the first time she had met the Valkyrie.
Only this time, she could see the owner of the voice. She sat on the ground, staring up at the moon. She was still wearing her ancient armor, her hair tied back in four large braids.
“Luna Lily?” Selene called out.
“Mostly,” the woman replied.
Selene stepped forward, looking out over the land.
“Where are we?” Selene asked.
“A place between,” Lily replied.
“Between what?” Selene asked.
“Nevermind,” Lily sighed.
Selene looked down at her.
“What do you mean, mostly?” she asked.-.
Lily took a breath and sat back, lifting her face to the moon.
“I am an amalgamation of all those who came before you. Beginning with Lily. All those who have shared the blood of Geri and Lily have served the Goddess through Winter.”
Selene suddenly thought of her lost memory, of what she had seen on her honeymoon.
The tapestry that Lian had shown her, of the steel and gold armored foot she had seen, and of the voice that had demanded the memory be revealed.
“Your voice…” Selene whispered.
A flash of a woman with honey blonde hair and red paint smeared across her eyes, leading to the black runes tattooed down her cheek. She was woven into the tapestry alongside Solana.
She grabbed her head as the pain spread out down to the base of her skull.
“It was you….” Selene groaned. “You forced the memory.”
“Yes,” Lily sighed with irritation. “I was wrong. I can’t tell you anything more about the memory or anything related to it….”
“Why?” Selene asked as the pain began to subside.
“Because it’s not my place,” Lily growled. “I still don’t agree with keeping it from you. It is limiting you and keeping you from your true potential! But giving you a brain hemorrhage wouldn’t exactly prove anything.”
Selene stared at Lily, wondering if she was being literal or hyperbolic. She decided not to ask.
Lily stood up from the ground and turned to face Selene.
Selene gasped as she saw that her eyes were no longer filled with moonlight; instead, they were a hazel very similar to hers.
“Yes, it is amazing, isn’t it?” Lily smiled. “You are the first of my descendants that truly resembles me. Meanwhile, almost all of Solana’s descendants have had a similar appearance to her.”
“Why do you dislike each other?” Selene asked.
Lily took a deep breath and pushed it out.
“I have never disliked Solana.”
“You could have fooled me,” Selene said quietly.
Lily let out a soft chuckle.
“An amalgamation,” she said with a smile. “Not all of me is Lily. But all of me is Winter. Defensive and protective of our wolves.”
Selene looked carefully at Lily as though it were the first time.
It was strange. Selene had fought her for what seemed like days and days. But somehow, she appeared different, softer. More… real.
“You have changed,” Selene said aloud.
Lily looked at her. She smiled brightly and let out a chuckle.
“Yes,” she said. “A part of me has always been within every descendant. Even now, a little of my power resides within your father and brother.”
“What about mom?” Selene asked. “I thought the Luna received your power.”
Lily swallowed and looked away.
“The Luna of Winter is different than the others,” she said quietly. “Your mother’s power is… borrowed. I can’t really explain more than that.”
“But–”
“Selene,” Lily smiled, “I really can’t say more about it.”
Selene sighed and nodded.
“You said I have changed,” Lily continued. “You’re right. When we first spoke, I, we, came to you because of the threat to your life. We needed to convince you to use the gifts you have been given to survive.”
Selene listened, remembering how the Valkyrie had tried to convince her to take the power, to call it and use it to escape the poison in the room. But Selene had been too afraid of losing control, of hurting more people.
“We pushed to open your memory so that you would embrace your power. To be prepared for what is coming.”
“What do you mean?” Selene asked.
Lily gave her a sad and helpless expression.
“Right, you can’t tell me,” Selene sighed.
“No,” Lily said.
Selene took a deep breath but said nothing else.
“Selene, you are special among my descendants,” Lily said. “I feel as though I have woken up. I find myself drawn to you. I want to protect you.”
“Is that why you attacked Fiona?” Selene asked.
“She dared to make us submit!” The Valkyrie shouted angrily, her eyes glowing.
“Fiona wasn’t trying to hurt me! I was the one that lost control,” Selene insisted.
Lily closed her eyes, taking a breath and the moonlight faded.
“An amalgamation,” Lily said apologetically. “My descendants have always had problems taking orders or being forced to do things they did not want to do.”
“So, what? You don’t have control over your own impulses? Didn’t you tell me that you aren’t rage? That you are something more?” Selene demanded.
“Yes, we are,” Lily replied. “But we are also affected by you. Your hesitance, your lack of confidence in your own ability. If you can’t accept and embrace our power, you will become exactly what you fear. A powerful monster with no control over your own rage.”
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