*Alfred*Seraphina Lovelace was a curveball I would never have seen coming. These days, I've found myself too busy to even meet anyone on the outside of the rigors of royal life. When I wasn’t taking care of Father or worrying about his condition, I was trying to track down the traitors who’d set me up for the attack that brought me to Archeron’s basement. When I’d first met her, I’d been skeptical, expecting more of the same betrayal I’d faced before. If my own bodyguards —wolves who’d been allied to my family for years —could be turned on a dime, then I had no reason to expect a complete stranger to show me any kind of allegiance. Yet she’d taken care of me when I was at my most vulnerable. It was painful to admit that a man in my position needed help. I was the new Alpha King, the heir to a dynasty built on power and strength, and I should’ve been able to win against lower wolves. But I hadn’t expected them to use the filthy tactics they did to lower my guard.
*Seraphina*“You seriously expect me to hire a jailbird? What do you take this company for, Miss Lovelace? A joke?” I clenched my fists as the interviewer’s cruel words replayed again and again in my head as I walked out of the building. It’d been awful. Humiliating. I knew from before that it wouldn’t be easy to try and find a decent job after my stint in prison. As though my lack of degree wasn’t enough, people made so many assumptions about my character and morals. This interviewer had been no exception, echoing a version of James’s words to me the day I was released. I had to bite my tongue to keep from retaliating, bite my lip to keep from crying in front of the man who’d essentially laughed me out of his office. Archeron had been an ideal situation, a hole-in-the-wall pub whose patronage and staff could never dream of throwing stones at someone with a criminal record. But that didn’t represent the bigger world. And trying to find a half-decent job with my backgroun
*Seraphina*“Uncle Garfield!” The young man who’d saved Alfred back at the bar climbed out of the driver’s seat and came running toward Alfred and Garfield before apparently remembering his place and slowing down. “I mean, my lord.”The older man laughed with endearment before waving the guy over. The newcomer bent down to hug Garfield, a show of such casual affection that it surprised me that the royals were capable of it in the first place. It made me realize just how little I still knew about this family despite my hours of study. Alfred looked amused, and I was lost until he finally introduced us.“Seraphina, this is Elliot. Son of Beta Williams and the royal pain in my ass since we were kids,” said Alfred, though there was a warmth in his words. Elliot laughed, clapping a hand on Alfred’s shoulder good-naturedly. “That’s his way of saying I’m the one that makes all of his good decisions for him,” he said. Then he turned to look at me. “I’m sorry, my idiotic best frien
Seraphina’s POVThe purr of Alfred’s car was a soothing rhythm as we drove back to Caroline’s house. I stared out the window, trying to process the whirlwind of the past few days. The trees blurred into green streaks against the sky, and my thoughts spun faster than the car’s wheels. How did I end up here, living in the Vanderwood House, pretending to be Alfred’s cousin? It felt surreal, like a dream teetering on the edge of reality.When we arrived at Caroline’s place, the familiar scent of lavender greeted me. Caroline stood in the doorway, her eyes widening in surprise. "Seraphina! What’s going on?" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of excitement and confusion.I stepped out of the car and walked toward her, my heart pounding. “I’m moving into the Vanderwood House,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Just came to pack up my things.”Caroline’s face lit up with a smile. “OMG!! That’s incredible! I’m so happy for you!” She pulled me into a tight hug. “This is amazing, Seraphi
Seraphina’s POVI took a deep breath, bracing myself. “I… I guess I got a bit carried away,” I admitted, trying to keep my tone light.Alfred’s eyes narrowed. “This is excessive, Seraphina. You don’t need all of this.”I felt a flush of embarrassment creeping up my neck. “I know, but... it was my first time. I didn’t realize how much I was getting.”Elliot stepped in, his tone soothing. “Alfred, it’s not a big deal. She was just having some fun. It’s not every day you get to experience this kind of luxury.”Alfred raised a hand, stopping Elliot from speaking any further. The look on his face was stern and cold. Elliot’s eyes widened a bit before he collected himself, and with a bow, he left the two of us alone in the living room.The lingering excitement from my extravagant shopping trip quickly evaporated as Alfred’s expression grew darker. His earlier irritation had turned into a stormy silence that made the air feel heavy. I tried to ignore it, but I could feel his
Seraphina’s POVThe preparations for the banquet consumed my every waking moment. I knew there would be no room for remorse if I appeared at the event. The thought of being discovered as a "fake princess" terrified me, but I couldn’t share my worries with Alfred, not after our argument. So, I kept my fears to myself and focused on learning to dance and mastering social etiquette.“Wake up, princess. It’s time to start your training.”I groaned and rolled over in bed, pulling the covers over my head. “Alfred, it’s too early; five more minutes,” I mumbled.Alfred chuckled softly, his voice closer now. “We have a lot to cover if you’re going to be ready for the banquet. Up and at ’em.”Reluctantly, I threw off the blankets and sat up, rubbing my eyes. Alfred stood at the foot of my bed, looking impeccably put together as always.“Can’t this wait until after breakfast?” I say with a yawn. It doesn't take me long to realize that I'm still in my night clothes, my hair's m
Seraphina’s POVI tried to catch my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. “I... I couldn’t face him, Alfred. Eric... he’s here. He’ll recognize me and ruin everything.”Alfred’s expression softened slightly, but his voice remained firm. “You can’t just run away, Seraphina. You need to face this. You can't just back out, not now.”Tears welled up in my eyes as I shook my head. “I can’t. I’m not strong enough.”“Seraphina,” Alfred’s voice was calm and steady, cutting through my tumultuous thoughts like a beacon. His eyes were filled with a mix of concern and determination. “Tell me, what's this really about?”I turned to face him, my voice trembling. “I can’t do this, Alfred. I don’t belong here. It's only a matter of time before somebody finds out who I really am, and then what next? Do you know what the punishment for high treason is? The Vanderwoods aren't exactly known for their mercy. I’m just an ordinary girl.”Alfred stepped closer, his expression softening. “
Seraphina’s POVAs Alfred and I stepped into the banquet hall, I felt the weight of a hundred eyes on me. Whispers and murmurs floated through the room, but I kept my head high. Alfred’s reassuring grip on my hand gave me the courage I needed to face the sea of curious faces.Garfield, seated in his wheelchair near the center of the room, beamed with excitement. His eyes sparkled as he made the announcement. “Ladies and gentlemen, I am thrilled to introduce my long-lost niece, Seraphina. She has finally returned to us.” He reached out, taking my hand and leading me to stand beside him. His gesture made it clear to everyone that I held a special place in his heart.From my new vantage point, I scanned the room. My gaze landed on Eric, standing with his fiancée. The shock and disbelief on his face made a slight, victorious smile tug at my lips. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.The music started, and Alfred guided me to the dance floor. The room transformed as the