Serena’s POVPayne had fully transformed now and covered himself with a robe given to him by one of the gammas.“She’s Baby Apollo’s babysitter,” Payne reminded Winnie, his voice dripping with irritation. “Killing her now would be… inconvenient.” Winnie scowled. “So what? We can find another Omega to watch the brat.” “The Alpha won’t like it,” Payne countered. “She still has a use. But—” He yanked me forward, his lips curling into a smirk. “That doesn’t mean she can’t be punished. Until she makes another mistake, of course.” I hated the way they talked about me like I wasn’t present.Winnie sighed dramatically, as if she were being denied a favorite toy. “Fine. But next time, I want her gone.” My stomach twisted, rage bubbling beneath my skin. Not because of Winnie’s words, I had expected as much from her. But because of them. The Alphas. The ones who were supposed to lead this pack. The ones who allowed their subordinates to act like wild animals, preying on those weaker than
Serena’s POVI was exhausted. My body ached from the beatings I had received and the last thing I wanted was to talk to them. I ignored them at first, hoping they’d take the hint and leave. But of course, that wasn’t going to happen. “Who did this to you?” Damien’s voice was sharp, laced with barely restrained fury as he took in my bruises.I exhaled slowly, willing myself to stay calm. “I don’t have the time for this.” I let the wolf stay beside me, still unconscious.“I don’t care,” he snapped. His entire body radiated tension, his eyes dark with something lethal. “I asked a question, Serena. Who?” I didn’t answer. I was too tired for this.Dorian stepped forward, his expression softer but no less intense. “Serena, tell us what happened.” His voice was low, almost coaxing. “You don’t have to deal with this alone.” I averted my gaze. “I want to go to my room.”Rhett, lounging lazily against the wall, let out a low whistle. “If she doesn’t want to talk, she doesn’t want to talk.”
Serena’s POVDamien’s fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tight with rage. Dorian stood rigid, his usually composed face twisted with something sharp, betrayal. And Rhett? His usual smirk was gone, replaced by a look I had never seen before. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Damien growled, his voice dangerously low. “Three? Three mates?” His eyes flashed, dark and furious. “This has to be some kind of sick joke.” I crossed my arms. “I’m not joking,” I muttered. Dorian exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “It doesn’t make sense.” His voice was still controlled, but barely. “This isn’t how the mate bond works.” “You’re not the moon goddess.” His eyes snapped to mine, and I saw something flicker there, guilt. Rhett ran a hand through his hair, stepping back like he needed distance. “This is insane,” he muttered. “I thought—” He stopped, looking at me like he didn’t even recognize me. “I thought it was just me.” Right. Because the universe revolves around you. “You all thought so, bu
Serena’s POVThe sterile scent of antiseptic filled my nose as I slowly blinked my eyes open. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar—plain white, sterile. I shifted slightly, but the movement sent a sharp pain through my arm. A low groan escaped my lips. “You’re awake.” The voice was calm, familiar, and laced with something I couldn’t quite place. I turned my head and found Dorian standing beside the bed, arms crossed, his usual composed expression in place. I frowned. “Unfortunately.” I was in the infirmary!His lips pressed into a thin line. “You have a fever.” I scoffed and turned away, staring at the ceiling. “I’m fine.” “You passed out, Serena,” he said, irritation creeping into his voice. “That’s not being fine. It’s because you refused to come here earlier and treat your wound properly.” I clenched my jaw. “I didn’t need to.” “You did,” he countered immediately. “And now look at you. Lying here, burning up with a fever.” I could feel his eyes on me, waiting for some kind
Serena’s POVThe infirmary was quiet now, save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the far wall. Little Apollo had finally drifted into deep sleep, his tiny fingers curling slightly as he lay nestled beneath a soft blanket in a separate room. Now, I sat stiffly on the infirmary bed, the weight of exhaustion still pressing on my limbs. My fever had dulled, but the stiffness in my joints remained, making every movement feel sluggish. Across from me, Dorian sat with his arms crossed, his sharp eyes studying me intently. He had still not said anything about my earlier question.There was something different about the way he looked at me, something calculating, as if he was trying to decide whether or not to speak. He finally exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Even if we're mates, it still doesn't mean you'll choose me." I frowned. "What?" "You have three mates," he said plainly. "It's not just me. You have choices, Serena, three choices." A humorless laugh escaped my lips.
Serena’s POVMy hands trembled slightly as I bent down, my eyes scanning the papers that had scattered across the floor. Reports, medical reports. My stomach clenched as I caught a glimpse of the words: ‘Rick Barnes. Status; GammaDeceased; Treatment ineffective. Condition worsened after administration of medication’They were reports of deceased people! All Gamma!My fingers tightened around one of the sheets, my heart racing as I read the name at the bottom of the report. Physician in charge: Dorian Ashmore. Dorian? Before I could process it further, the maid who had dropped the boxes let out a startled gasp and quickly snatched the papers from my hands. “I’m so sorry, Miss Serena,” she stammered, hastily gathering the documents. “These are confidential records…I…I shouldn’t have dropped them.” I stood frozen as she scrambled to put the papers back into their boxes, my mind racing. Confidential? The moment she finished collecting them, she gave me a nervous nod and hurried
Serena’s POVI sighed, resigning myself to my current predicament. There was no getting out of Damien’s grip anytime soon. His fur was warm and fluffy, unexpectedly so.The small pill bottle I had kicked earlier lay just within reach. I carefully stretched out my hand, gripping it. The scent hit me immediately, sleeping pills.That explained a lot. I exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling at me. Maybe it was just the warmth, or maybe it was the lingering smell of the pills, but my eyelids grew heavy, and before I knew it…I gave into the darkness. When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was that the weight against me was gone. The warmth, the solid grip had completely disappeared. The second thing I noticed was Damien. He was sitting a few feet away, shirtless, flipping through the medical records. The ones I had tried to steal!I sat up so fast my vision blurred. “What are you doing?” Damien didn’t even glance at me. “You talk too much when you sleep.” “Wha
Serena’s POVShe studied me for a moment, her sharp gaze unreadable. “Have you noticed anything different lately?”I hesitated. “Different?”Her lips pressed together in thought before she finally said, “No one has tried to harm you recently, correct?”I blinked at the unexpected question. Now that she mentioned it… I realized she was right. Except from early, Winnie had been distant from me. Before, I had always been wary of the other maids. They whispered behind my back, gave me extra work, and some weren’t afraid to get physical when they thought they could get away with it. But recently, things have changed.Winnie and the others had confronted me, yes, but they hadn’t threatened me. And no one else had dared to lay a hand on me.The realization sent a shiver down my spine.Someone had ordered them to leave me alone.“Who…” I swallowed hard. “Someone made them stop?”The head maid gave a small, knowing smile. “Who do you think?”I couldn’t think of anyone, but there could only be
Serena’s POVRhett grabbed me just then, pulling me to his body which was warm against mine. He exhaled a sharp breath, pulling back slightly, but his arm remained protectively around my waist.Damien’s eyes flickered to his hands and then at my face and his entire body stiffened.“Serena.” His voice was low, rough, and unmistakably demanding. “Come here.”A shiver ran down my spine, but not from fear.Anger burned in my chest, simmering under my skin like an open flame.Before I could respond, another voice cut in.“Damien, enough,” Dorian said, stepping into the kitchen with his usual calm authority. His eyes moved between us, assessing the situation. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on Rhett’s hand on my waist. “Let’s not make a scene.”Damien didn’t even glance at him. His eyes stayed locked on mine.“I asked you a question,” he said. “Did you choose him?”Rhett scoffed. “Oh, for fuck’s sake..”“Serena…”“I caused the explosion,” Rhett admitted, rubbing the back of his neck wi
Serena’s POVA sharp, ear-piercing alarm blared through the kitchen, followed by the sudden hiss of sprinklers activating above us. Cold water rained down, soaking me instantly. My breath came fast, my heart still racing from the shock of the explosion. And Rhett…he was still on top of me. His arms were braced on either side of my head, his golden eyes searching mine as if trying to determine if I was hurt. His body was pressed so close to me, heat radiating off him despite the icy water soaking through our clothes. I ignored the way my breath hitched at the proximity and shoved his chest away. “Rhett…get off me!” He blinked, seemingly snapping out of his daze before shifting his weight and rolling to the side. I scrambled up to my knees, reaching out to check for injuries. “Are you hurt?” I demanded, scanning his arms and torso. He smirked. Even with water dripping from his dark hair and soaking his shirt, he had the audacity to look amused. “Aww, Serena, you do care about
Serena’s POVThe moment the maid gasped in exaggerated horror, I knew exactly what was coming. I had come to the kitchen to take my food that afternoon, but the way she clutched the empty jewelry case to her chest, trembling as if she’d just witnessed a murder, made it clear, this was not a coincidence.“The former Luna’s brooch is missing!” she cried, her voice thick with feigned distress.The other maids immediately fell silent, their gazes darting around the room, searching for someone to blame.I didn’t have to guess who their target was.Their eyes landed on me almost immediately.Winnie and the maid must’ve planned everything with the rest of the maids who obviously hated me for what they thought was me seducing the Alphas.I felt it before anyone said a word, the heavy weight of accusation pressing against my skin, wrapping around my throat like an invisible noose. Then one of them finally said it.“I saw her,” a younger maid spoke up, hesitation laced in her voice. “Serena l
Serena’s POVMy hands trembled as I stared at the photograph. Dorian’s stepmother, the previous Luna!But why was she dressed as a maid? Something about the picture sent a chill through me. It wasn’t just the unsettling look in her eyes or the fact that this photo had been tucked away in an old book.It was the feeling in my gut.I felt as though my presence in the Brokenmoon Pack might not have been a coincidence after all. As though it has been arranged for me to be the Alpha’s nanny…My grip on the photograph tightened. It couldn’t be…the moon goddess wouldn’t play such sick and cruel games with me.I refused to believe it… at least not without proof. I pulled out my phone and took a picture of the photo, and quickly sent it to Sophie before sending a message.‘Can you tell me about her?”Three dots appeared on the screen almost immediately. “Luna Victoria? Why?”I didn’t know what to tell her. I couldn’t tell her that it was because I thought we were similar in some ways.“I
Serena’s POVShe studied me for a moment, her sharp gaze unreadable. “Have you noticed anything different lately?”I hesitated. “Different?”Her lips pressed together in thought before she finally said, “No one has tried to harm you recently, correct?”I blinked at the unexpected question. Now that she mentioned it… I realized she was right. Except from early, Winnie had been distant from me. Before, I had always been wary of the other maids. They whispered behind my back, gave me extra work, and some weren’t afraid to get physical when they thought they could get away with it. But recently, things have changed.Winnie and the others had confronted me, yes, but they hadn’t threatened me. And no one else had dared to lay a hand on me.The realization sent a shiver down my spine.Someone had ordered them to leave me alone.“Who…” I swallowed hard. “Someone made them stop?”The head maid gave a small, knowing smile. “Who do you think?”I couldn’t think of anyone, but there could only be
Serena’s POVShe studied me for a moment, her sharp gaze unreadable. “Have you noticed anything different lately?”I hesitated. “Different?”Her lips pressed together in thought before she finally said, “No one has tried to harm you recently, correct?”I blinked at the unexpected question. Now that she mentioned it… I realized she was right. Except from early, Winnie had been distant from me. Before, I had always been wary of the other maids. They whispered behind my back, gave me extra work, and some weren’t afraid to get physical when they thought they could get away with it. But recently, things have changed.Winnie and the others had confronted me, yes, but they hadn’t threatened me. And no one else had dared to lay a hand on me.The realization sent a shiver down my spine.Someone had ordered them to leave me alone.“Who…” I swallowed hard. “Someone made them stop?”The head maid gave a small, knowing smile. “Who do you think?”I couldn’t think of anyone, but there could only be
Serena’s POVI sighed, resigning myself to my current predicament. There was no getting out of Damien’s grip anytime soon. His fur was warm and fluffy, unexpectedly so.The small pill bottle I had kicked earlier lay just within reach. I carefully stretched out my hand, gripping it. The scent hit me immediately, sleeping pills.That explained a lot. I exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling at me. Maybe it was just the warmth, or maybe it was the lingering smell of the pills, but my eyelids grew heavy, and before I knew it…I gave into the darkness. When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was that the weight against me was gone. The warmth, the solid grip had completely disappeared. The second thing I noticed was Damien. He was sitting a few feet away, shirtless, flipping through the medical records. The ones I had tried to steal!I sat up so fast my vision blurred. “What are you doing?” Damien didn’t even glance at me. “You talk too much when you sleep.” “Wha
Serena’s POVMy hands trembled slightly as I bent down, my eyes scanning the papers that had scattered across the floor. Reports, medical reports. My stomach clenched as I caught a glimpse of the words: ‘Rick Barnes. Status; GammaDeceased; Treatment ineffective. Condition worsened after administration of medication’They were reports of deceased people! All Gamma!My fingers tightened around one of the sheets, my heart racing as I read the name at the bottom of the report. Physician in charge: Dorian Ashmore. Dorian? Before I could process it further, the maid who had dropped the boxes let out a startled gasp and quickly snatched the papers from my hands. “I’m so sorry, Miss Serena,” she stammered, hastily gathering the documents. “These are confidential records…I…I shouldn’t have dropped them.” I stood frozen as she scrambled to put the papers back into their boxes, my mind racing. Confidential? The moment she finished collecting them, she gave me a nervous nod and hurried
Serena’s POVThe infirmary was quiet now, save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the far wall. Little Apollo had finally drifted into deep sleep, his tiny fingers curling slightly as he lay nestled beneath a soft blanket in a separate room. Now, I sat stiffly on the infirmary bed, the weight of exhaustion still pressing on my limbs. My fever had dulled, but the stiffness in my joints remained, making every movement feel sluggish. Across from me, Dorian sat with his arms crossed, his sharp eyes studying me intently. He had still not said anything about my earlier question.There was something different about the way he looked at me, something calculating, as if he was trying to decide whether or not to speak. He finally exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Even if we're mates, it still doesn't mean you'll choose me." I frowned. "What?" "You have three mates," he said plainly. "It's not just me. You have choices, Serena, three choices." A humorless laugh escaped my lips.