Chapter 4 They Underestimated Me

Selene’s POV

The moment I stepped into Moonveil Group, I felt it.

Something had already shifted.

It wasn’t the building. It wasn’t the polished floors, the glass walls, or the quiet hum of work in motion.

It was the air.

The way it changed around me.

I walked behind Lucian, calm and steady, my heels touching the marble floor in a soft, controlled rhythm. His presence moved ahead like a storm—cold, distant, powerful. People made way for him without being told.

That was the kind of authority he carried.

But I didn’t walk like someone following him.

I walked as if I belonged beside him.

And that alone was enough to draw attention.

The whispers started almost instantly.

Soft at first.

Then louder.

Curious.

Disbelieving.

“Look… who’s that woman behind the boss?”

“She’s… beautiful.”

“No, it’s not just that. Her aura feels different.”

“Her legs… I’m actually jealous.”

“Could she be Mr. Frostbane’s fiancée?”

A pause.

Then doubt.

“No way. That can’t be her.”

I kept walking.

Didn’t slow down.

Didn’t react.

But inside, a faint smile touched my thoughts.

So this was what they expected.

Someone awkward.

Someone small.

Someone from Firstband who didn’t know how to carry herself in a place like this.

A girl they could easily dismiss.

A girl they could laugh at without consequences.

But the person walking behind Lucian now—

Didn’t fit their expectations.

And that unsettled them.

Good.

I passed them like their voices didn’t matter and went straight to the HR department. The process was simple. Smooth. Efficient.

Forms signed.

Details confirmed.

No hesitation.

No mistakes.

When I stepped out again, I could feel the difference.

The whispers hadn’t stopped.

They had only changed direction.

I moved toward the secretariat department. Before I even pushed the door open, their voices reached me clearly.

Enhanced Alpha hearing.

Useful when people thought they were being discreet.

“Selene is so gorgeous… she’s even prettier than Winnie.”

“Pretty doesn’t mean anything,” another voice said sharply. “She’s just some Omega from the countryside. How could she ever be worthy of Mr. Frostbane?”

There it was.

The truth beneath their curiosity.

Not admiration.

No surprise.

Jealousy.

And beneath that—

Disdain.

A slow, cold smile formed on my lips.

I pushed the door open.

The room went silent.

Every head turned.

Eyes widened.

Voices died mid-sentence.

I walked forward without hesitation and stopped right in front of the speaker.

Her name tag was clear.

Linda Cyril — Head of Secretariat.

So this was the one leading the narrative.

I tilted my head slightly, looking down at her, my expression calm.

But my eyes were sharp.

“Yeah,” I said softly, my voice smooth but edged with quiet mockery. “I’m not worthy of him.”

I let the words sit.

Then added—

“But are you?”

Her face froze.

The confidence drained out of her instantly.

Whatever she had planned to say disappeared completely.

Around us, the others shifted, suddenly interested in papers that held no meaning.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

And just like that—

Their illusion of superiority cracked.

I straightened, the faint smile still resting on my lips.

So this was how it would be.

Polite smiles.

Hidden poison.

I had seen worse.

Linda cleared her throat, forcing herself back into control.

“Mr. Frostbane said you’re joining the secretariat,” she said stiffly. “So you’ll be treated fairly.”

Fairly.

That word almost amused me.

She picked up a file and handed it over.

“This is an advertisement shoot the company is handling today. You’ll be in charge.”

I took it without hesitation.

No questions.

No reaction.

Because I already understood.

This wasn’t just work.

It was a test.

Or maybe a trap.

Either way, it didn’t matter.

I turned to leave.

And just before I reached the door, their voices followed again.

Lower now.

But still clear.

“Linda… is that the ad Aryan’s doing?”

“I hope she doesn’t mess it up.”

“Aryan Larson is impossible. Young, spoiled, and picky.”

“No one can handle him.”

“And his brother is close to Lucian… if she fails, she’s done.”

A pause.

Then a quiet laugh.

“Wouldn’t it be fun to watch her fail on her first day?”

I didn’t stop.

Didn’t turn.

But I opened the file.

Aryan Larson.

The name settled in my mind.

Familiar.

Very familiar.

The shoot was scheduled inside the company.

Convenient.

Or carefully arranged.

When the time came, I went downstairs with a few colleagues.

They walked beside me, offering polite guidance.

But I could feel it.

They weren’t here to help.

They were here to watch.

To witness the moment I failed.

To confirm the story they had already decided about me.

A black Bentley rolled into the parking lot.

The moment it stopped, the energy shifted again.

Attention sharpened.

Postures straightened.

Eyes locked onto the car.

The door opened.

And Aryan stepped out.

Sunglasses on.

Confidence in every step.

At nineteen, he already moved like someone the world had never denied.

Fame followed him.

So did attention.

So did indulgence.

He walked toward us as everything around him existed for his convenience.

And everyone else—

Was secondary.

I felt the subtle push from the woman beside me.

Go on.

So I stepped forward.

Calm.

Steady.

“Hello, Mr. Larson,” I began. “I’m Sele, the coordinator for this shoot—”

“It’s so hot,” he cut in immediately, his chin lifted, voice filled with irritation. “None of you thought to bring an umbrella?”

He didn’t even look at me.

“Is the set ready? And you—”

His finger lifted lazily, pointing.

“Go get me a coffee. From that place in the city center.”

Then—

He stopped.

Mid-sentence.

Something shifted.

Slowly—

His head turned.

His sunglasses still hid his eyes, but I could feel it.

Recognition.

Confusion.

Shock.

Then—

He pulled them off.

And stared.

Completely frozen.

I smiled.

Just slightly.

And that was enough.

“D*mn… Sele?”

His voice broke, sharp with disbelief.

“Am I dreaming?”

He stepped closer, eyes wide, searching my face like he needed proof.

“Sele? What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice losing all arrogance. “Shouldn’t you be traveling… or resting somewhere?”

Before anyone could react—

He pulled me into a hug.

Just like that.

Without hesitation.

Without restraint.

I let out a soft laugh and patted his head lightly.

“It’s been a while, Aryan,” I said calmly.

Then added, teasing—

“What was it you wanted to drink?”

He froze.

Then immediately stepped back, waving his hands quickly.

“No! I didn’t say anything!” he rushed. “What do you want? I’ll go get it for you!”

Silence fell.

Heavy.

Stunned.

Unbelieving.

Behind me, I could feel their stares.

The confusion.

The disbelief.

Everything they thought they knew—

Shattered in a second.

The same Aryan Larson they had warned me about…

The one no one could handle…

Was now standing in front of me—

Careful.

Respectful.

Almost obedient.

And all I had done—

Was smile.

They couldn’t understand it.

Couldn’t connect the pieces.

Maybe they thought it was because I was engaged to Lucian.

Maybe they thought Aryan was just being polite.

But they didn’t know.

They didn’t know anything.

They didn’t know that five years ago—

Everything had been different.

Aryan had been fifteen.

Filming near Firstband.

Carefree.

Careless.

Completely unaware of the danger around him.

He had wandered too far.

Alone.

And that was when he met a Rogue.

Not a story.

Not a warning.

A real monster.

I had been there.

Sixteen years old.

Standing between him—

And death.

I still remember his eyes.

Fear.

Shock.

Disbelief.

As the Rogue shifted.

Huge.

Terrifying.

Ready to tear him apart.

And I didn’t hesitate.

Not even for a second.

I stepped forward.

And I fought.

No weapons.

No backup.

Just my fists—

Against a full-shifted Rogue.

I didn’t lose.

I didn’t struggle.

I broke it.

Strike after strike.

Until it couldn’t stand.

Until it couldn’t move.

Until it surrendered.

Aryan had watched everything.

Every movement.

Every breath.

Every moment.

And something changed in his eyes that day.

After that, I took him home.

To the Bloodfang Pack.

To a place greater than anything he had ever seen.

A world he didn’t know existed.

And from that moment on—

In his eyes—

I was no longer just Sele.

I became something else.

Something unforgettable.

Something untouchable.

I was—

The strongest Alpha he had ever seen.