The Alpha's Hidden Heirs (Selene and Kane) novel Chapter 217

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The Alpha’s Hidden Heirs. 

Chapter 217 

Selene’s POV 

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As I made my way through the lobby, I could feel the weight of people’s stares on me. Their eyes were filled with curiosity, though I couldn’t say I was surprised. 

Leaving the office, frustration simmered beneath my skin. I flagged down a cab and headed straight back to the coffee shop. 

The sun was high, casting golden rays through the car window. Warm light spilled over my hands, illuminating them as I lifted them for a closer look. My nails gleamed in the sunlight–no blood, no cuts, no cracks. Slowly, I curled my fingers into a fist. 

Gazing out the window, I watched the city rush past. No one moved at a leisurely pace; everyone was in a hurry, their faces tense with the burdens of their own lives. I wondered if they, too, were struggling with problems as heavy as mine. 

Everything in my life had shifted, my fate twisted into something unrecognizable. How was I supposed to cope with this? How much longer would I keep working at the coffee shop, desperately trying to save my brother? How long until he finally woke up and set things right? 

Leaning back against the seat, I closed my eyes, pressing a hand to my chest. 

Is my heart still there? Why is it even beating? The thought came unbidden. I should be the one suffering, not my brother. 

Why did fate offer me no escape? Would happiness always be out of reach? My entire life had been a cycle of pain–enduring my parents‘ cruelty, only to later have my heart shattered by the man I once loved beyond reason. 

Then, just when I thought I had found my true family, a place to belong with my children, every path before me closed off once again. Now, there was nowhere left to turn. It was as if the Moon Goddess herself had cursed me, allowing that man to wield all the power while I remained powerless before him 

at every turn. 

“Miss.” 

My eyes snapped open. The cab had pulled up in front of the coffee shop where I worked. 

“Thanks, man,” I murmured, handing the fare to the driver before stepping out. 

This place had become my only certainty. 

Through the glass windows, I could see my coworkers busy at the counter, taking orders from the steady stream of customers. Inside, everything was pristine, efficient–completely unaffected by the chaos churning inside me. 

As I pushed open the door, a small bell chimed, signaling my arrival. I glanced around at the familiar faces–regulars who stopped by every day. A group of college students raised their coffee mugs in greeting, offering me warm smiles. Though exhaustion weighed me down, I returned the gesture with a small nod before making my way toward the counter. 

My stomach twisted with unease. I had no idea how to break the news to Margot. How was I supposed to tell her that the order had been canceled? That we wouldn’t be delivering coffee to Alpha 

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