The Alpha's Forbidden Vow novel Chapter 59

POV: Selene

The aftermath of Zane’s threat was a strange, tense peace.

Isabella was terrified of him. She avoided me completely, her eyes full of a new, venomous hatred, but also a healthy dose of fear. She no longer tried to give me orders or humiliate me.

Zane, for his part, became even more of a ghost. He was distant, watchful, his eyes following me with a dark, tormented intensity whenever we were in the same room. But he did not approach me. He did not touch me.

The power I had unleashed in the kennel remained a terrifying, unanswered question in my mind. The book had given me a clue, a name—Silvermoon—but no real answers.

The feeling of that calm, soothing energy flowing through me was a memory that both thrilled and frightened me. It was a part of me, but I had no idea how to control it, or what it truly meant.

I was isolated, trapped with my secrets in a house full of enemies and one very complicated, very dangerous protector.

I needed to talk to someone.

Someone outside of this suffocating world.

Someone I could trust.

That night, using the new, untraceable burner phone that Lyra had discreetly slipped me, I locked myself in my room and dialed the only number I knew that represented sanity.

Elias.

He answered on the second ring, his voice tight with a mixture of relief and worry. “Selene? Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, Elias,” I whispered, my own voice trembling slightly. Just hearing his calm, human voice was like a drink of cool water in a desert. “I’m so sorry to call you. I know I shouldn’t have.”

“Don’t apologize,” he said immediately. “I’ve been half-crazy with worry. That man… did he hurt you? Are you and Leo safe?”

“We’re as safe as we can be,” I said, the words a half-truth. “But Elias, that’s not why I called. I need… I need a doctor’s opinion. Something happened.”

“I can do some research,” he promised. “Discreetly. I have access to some very old medical texts.”

“Thank you, Elias,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “Just… thank you for not thinking I’m crazy.”

“You’re the sanest person I know, Selene,” he said softly. “Stay safe. And call me again if you need to. I don’t care about the risk.”

We said our goodbyes, and I ended the call, my heart feeling a little lighter.

He couldn’t give me answers.

But he had given me something just as valuable.

A moment of peace. A connection to a world where I was not a monster or a pawn, but just a person.

A friend.