Page 91 of The Blood Moon Hunt

He’s right. Everything has changed, and no matter what I decide, I can’t undo what’s been done. My bond with them is too strong to ignore, too deep to sever. The room feels charged with an energy that makes my skin tingle, the weight of their presence surrounding me.

Lucien stands and walks over to me, his lips curling into that familiar teasing smile. “You’re ours now, Selene. And we don’t intend to let you go.”

Adrian follows, his eyes dark and full of desire. “Tonight isn’t the end. It’s only the beginning.”

Ronan’s gaze pierces through me from across the room, his voice a low growl. “We’re not done with you yet.”

The air around us grows thicker, heavy with the unspoken promise that lingers between us. I feel the pull of each of them—Adrian’s intensity, Lucien’steasing charm, Ronan’s possessive hunger, and Damien’s quiet strength. The room feels smaller, more intimate, as if we’re the only ones left in the world.

“I’m not ready to leave,” I whisper, my voice trembling with emotion. “Not tonight.”

Damien’s hand brushes against mine, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. “Then stay,” he says softly. “We’ll give you every reason to.”

Lucien’s hand cups my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. “You belong with us, Selene. You always have.”

Adrian moves in behind me, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers, “We’re bound now. You can’t deny it.”

I close my eyes, feeling the heat of their bodies surrounding me, the weight of their promise sinking into my very soul. I can’t deny the bond we share—the connection that has only grown stronger since we faced the Order together.

“I’ll stay,” I finally say, my voice barely above a whisper. “For tonight.”

They exchange looks, satisfied for now. The air between us crackles with the unspoken tension, the promise of something more. I can feel it—the pull that draws me to each of them, the desire that courses through me like wildfire.

Damien’s hand tightens on mine, his voice low andcommanding. “Then let us show you just what it means to be ours.”

And with that, the room grows darker, the flickering fire casting shadows across our faces as they draw closer, the night stretching out before us with endless possibilities.

Tomorrow, we’ll face whatever comes. But tonight, I belong to them.

And that’s all that matters.

The (almost) End.

Epilogue

SELENE

Halloween night. One year to the day since everything changed.

I stand in front of the floor-length mirror in the manor, adjusting the sleek black gown that clings to my body like a second skin. The fabric shimmers in the low light, reflecting the flames from the nearby fireplace. I run my hands over the soft material, feeling the power that hums beneath my skin. My power. Our power.

The last year has been a whirlwind of transformation. After that night at the altar, I stayed with them—Damien, Adrian, Lucien, and Ronan. We were bound to each other, inextricably linked by something deeperthan I ever thought possible. Every day since then, I’ve felt the strength of our connection grow, as if the magic we forged together has only deepened over time.

Tonight is the anniversary of the Hunt that changed everything. But this time, it’s different. No longer a hunt for souls, no longer a battle for survival. Tonight, we enter the human realm for something else. For pleasure. For play. The thrill of the hunt is still there, but now it’s a game. A game we control.

I hear footsteps behind me, the familiar sound of leather boots against the stone floor. I don’t even need to turn to know it’s Damien. His presence fills the room, as steady and comforting as ever.

"You’re ready," he says, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. I catch his reflection in the mirror, his tall frame dressed in black, his dark hair slicked back. He’s everything I remember from that first night, but now I know the depth of the man behind the mask.

"More than ready," I reply, a smirk playing on my lips. I feel his hands on my shoulders, warm and firm, and I lean back into him, the heat between us a constant, simmering thing.

"Good," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck. "Because the others are waiting."

I turn in his arms, looking up into his eyes. There’s something else there tonight, something I can’t quite place. "Is everything set?"

"Adrian’s already scouted the city," Damien says with a knowing smile. "Lucien and Ronan prepped the club. The same place we first met."

"Fitting," I say, though there’s a hint of nostalgia in my voice. The memory of that night is still fresh, the intensity of it never quite fading. "Are you sure we’re doing this for fun?"

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