Serena's POV
“Run Serena!!”, is all I hear my mom scream as a black wolf lunges at her slicing through her chest. I scream and run towards her, even when my wolf yells at me to run away. I shake her repeatedly trying to bring her back, but she just lays there lifeless, heart ripped out of her chest. Another scream leaves my lips but is drowned by the chaos and destruction around me. Houses set on fire, screams of agony in the air as black lethal wolves drag out my pack mercilessly murdering them without giving them a chance to beg for mercy. I never could have seen this coming, and now my whole family is dead, brutally murdered. I collapse on my mother's lifeless body, too weak to keep on crying. “There’s still someone out here”, I hear one of the wolves cry out, and soon, I hear them running towards me. They surround me, but at this point I have no willpower or strength to fight back. So I just lay there lifeless. I think back to how it all started. This morning began like every other day. I was bored out of mind as usual and thought of running away from the manor again. As heir of the Silverpine pack, life could get boring and monotone. My days were filled with lessons upon lessons about the politics of the pack and how to lead the pack as future Luna. This morning, however, my father had informed me of a meeting between the elders of my pack and the Nythera pack. Knowing that it would bore me to death, I ran away. Even when my little brothers had begged me to play with them, I ran away. I ran from my duty and responsibility and now everyone is dead. If only I had stayed, I could have been able to do something, to fight to save my family , my little brothers, my people. I have no idea what happened. I had gone to Silverpine peak to escape reality, and then I saw it. The manor was on fire, and I could see everyone running out. I ran as fast as I could, lucky that my wolf is one of the fastest in the pack. Even at that, I was too late. My mother was the only person I could find. The manor had been set on fire while the meeting was going on, and my father had rushed deeper into the house to rescue my brothers and I. As soon as he came out carrying my brothers’ lifeless bodies on his shoulder, we were surrounded by black wolves. My father tried to protect us but failed as he was outnumbered, all he could do was buy us the time to run away. I could not even watch him die. I burst into another fit of tears, this time I can only heave as there is no more strength in me and the tears in my eyes have run out. “Is she alive?” one of the wolves asks, coming to poke me with his paws. I remain silent, waiting to embrace death. It is the only thing that would end my suffering and stop the guilt from eating my insides. “She's still breathing”. I hear the same wolf say. “What should we do with her, do we kill her?”, one of the others asks. “Not yet”, someone else says and I feel my heart break. “I have to make them kill me”, I think to myself, trying to figure out a way to make them end my life. Then it comes to me suddenly and I lift my head up and look at them. There are about seven of them and two of them looked like higher ranked wolves. I look up at the moon, praying for strength one last time, and then I let my wolf out. She charges at one of them striking and landing a blow on his head. The others howl and charge at me, but I swiftly dodge. I know I cannot keep this up, and I will not win and that's why I am doing this. If they consider me a threat, they would definitely want to get rid of me. It does not take long before one of the high rank wolves lunge at me knocking the breath out of my lungs. My wolf groans in pain but tries to get back up. If it were another circumstance, I would have been thrilled at her resilience. As I try to steady my feet, I feel a blow on my head and I welcome the darkness, hoping it is enough to finish the job. I feel it before my brain can comprehend what is happening. A head lifts from between my legs mumbling something. My hands go to push his head back down. I moan and suddenly jerk awake, realizing it’s not a dream. I look down at my body in shock. I’m naked. I’m naked, and there’s some guy rising from between my legs. "Oh my god," I whisper” pushing him away. He groans and pins me down, and I scream as loud as I can, hoping that someone comes to my rescue. Fortunately, I hear voices outside and I guess he did as he pushes me away and runs out. I fight back the tears threatening to spill and hurriedly dress up. Two men enter the room and one of them smirks at me. “You’ve finally awaken, your majesty”, he mocks. The other one grabs me roughly, shoving me outside. As soon as I step outside, a rough hand tangles in my hair, forcing me to my knees. “She’s the Alpha’s daughter,” one of the men murmur. “A waste of breath. Kill her.” I hear a cloaked figure command. I barely process the words before a blade is pressed against my throat. The steel is cold, and I smile, a whisper away from ending my suffering. Yes let me die.Serena's POV"Just kill me, please." The words slip from my lips before I can stop them. My voice is hoarse, barely louder than a whisper.I hear gasps, but I could not care less. I have lost everything, my family, my home, my dignity. Death would be a mercy.The soldier holding me hesitates, his grip on my arms tightening. His blade hovers at my throat, close enough that I feel it bite against my skin.“Wait”, a voice shouts, it is a young soldier running towards us. “The General says we should not kill anyone till we get to the stronghold”. The cloaked figure waves his hands, and the soldier lowers his blade. I sigh in defeat, wondering why it is so hard to die.“Assemble every slave, we leave at dusk”, I hear him order and as soon as he says this, things become busy.Some soldiers transform into their wolves running to God knows where, while the others round up the slaves.My wrists burn where the silver chain bites into my skin. The Nythera wolves march me and the other survivors
Serena.The air in the chamber is heavy with sorrow and fear. The great Alpha of Nythera lay on his bed, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. Warriors, advisors, and nobles stand around him in silence, their faces tight with unease.I stand at the farthest corner of the room, my fists clenched at my sides. I should not be here. I should not be forced to witness the final moments of the Alpha responsible for my family’s slaughter.Then, a murmur passes through the gathered wolves.“Bring him in.”The doors burst open, and my breath stops in my throat.A healer is shoved into the chamber. A powerful one, and not just any healer, the healer of my pack.His wrists are bound, his once elegant robes tattered and stained with blood. His face, though bruised, still holds the dignity of a man who has spent his life saving others.“Fix him,” one of the warriors barked, shoving him forward.The healer didn’t move immediately. His dark eyes scanned the room until they landed on me, and then, to m
Serena.I kneel before Tristan Sinclair, my fists clenched at my sides, fighting every urge to spit at his feet. His golden eyes glow under the moonlight streaming through the high windows."You will show me your utmost submission at all times," he repeats, his voice as cold as the winter winds that once howled through my pack’s mountains.I bite the inside of my cheek, forcing my head down. I know better than to provoke him, but the silence stretches too long, and I see the flicker of amusement in his gaze, like a challenge.Before I can break and say something reckless, the doors to his chambers burst open."Tristan!" A feminine voice rings through the room. A young woman, no older than me, storms in with wild dark hair bouncing over her shoulders. Then, she stops dead in her tracks, her eyes shifting between me kneeling on the floor and Tristan towering over me.A smirk tugs at her lips. "So, it's slaves now, huh big brother?" She crosses her arms, tapping a finger against her elbo
Serena.I straighten quickly, shoving the parchment behind me. “I, I was just dusting.”A smirk tugs at his lips. Not the usual cruel, mocking one. This one seems amused.“Dusting,” he repeats, shaking his head. “With your hands all over confidential war reports?”I open my mouth, searching for an excuse, but nothing comes out. I’m dead. This is it, but then, he laughs.Not a dry, bitter chuckle but a real laugh. I blink, stunned. Tristan never laughs.“You really are something,” he says, stepping closer. “You think I don’t see what you’re trying to do?”My heart races and I step back instinctively, but he just leans against the desk with his arms crossed, watching me like I’m the most amusing thing in the world.Then, he tilts his head. “Tell me, little thief, what do I get in return for my silence?”I stare at him, completely thrown off. Where is the usual coldness? The cruelty? The threats?I hesitate. “Anything?.” I state, totally confused by what is happening.His smirk widens. “
Serena.“She is my slave, brother”, Tristan seethes glaring daggers at Thorne.The council chamber is stifling, and it is not from heat but from the power emanating from these two powerful alpha heirs.Tristan’s grip on my wrist is tight. Too tight, but I do not wince because on my other side, Thorne holds on to me just as firmly.Two brothers. Two heirs. Both refusing to let go. The council members watch in deadly silence, nobody wanting to interfere. Time stretches for what feels like eternity waiting to see who wins.I already know the truth though, that this is not about me. I am just the stage on which their war plays out. So, I do nothing, I do not resist, speak or even react.I simply observe. Who will bend first? Who has more power? Who can I use to carry out my revenge? If I can become an ally of the strongest one, I can take down the other and then use his weakness against him.“Let go,” Tristan grits out, his silver eyes flashing with fury.Thorne does not flinch. He merely
Serena No!! I scream as I jolt awake from a nightmare. I feel a dull pain at my throat, my body feels like lead and my head is pounding.It takes me a second to realize that it was not a nightmare but a memory of last night.Tristan Sinclair, one of the Alpha heirs to the Nythera pack marked me. I groan as my body hit the bed. I feel soft silk beneath my fingers. This could not be the servant quarters. I blink, my vision adjusting. Moonlight filters through heavy curtains, casting long shadows and I realize I am mistaken. It is still night time.The door across the room is slightly ajar, and through it, I hear raised voices. Tristan and Thorne. “…beyond reckless, even for you.” I could instantly tell that it is Thorne because of the smooth voice, “You let your temper get the best of you…….again.” he says.Tristan’s growl is unmistakable. “She’s a slave.” “Then why are we having this conversation?” Thorne counters, and I can practically hear his smirk. “You marked her in front
Serena.I do not know how long I stand there, frozen in place. Tristan's words echo over and over again, cutting through me like a blade.Gasps ripple through the crowd. Some look confused. Others whisper amongst themselves. A public rejection is a scandal, a disgrace, and only for the rejected.Tristan could not care less. His silver eyes are burning with satisfaction.My legs are trembling and the mark on my throat is burning aggressively. The bond he forced on me is breaking very painfully and violently. I feel woozy because it is getting hard to breathe.Strong arms catch me before I collapse. “Easy,” a voice whispers. “I’ve got you.”I do not need to look up to know who it is. Thorne. His hold feels secure and protective.The crowd is still watching, Tristan is also watching as Thorne lifts his head, his silver eyes flashing.“Congratulations, brother,” he says smoothly. “You have made your choice.”Then, without another word, he scoops me into his arms and walks away.The room is
Serena."Where do you think you're going, slave?" a voice says from behind me making my body go rigid. No. No, no, no. This cannot be happening, I think, not when I am so close.I forget how to breathe for a moment, as my heart slama against my ribs. I know that voice. I’ve heard it in my nightmares countless times.Slowly, I turn around, bracing myself for Tristan Sinclair’s cold, piercing gaze, but surprisingly, it’s not him. A sharp laugh breaks the silence. A young servant leans casually against the stone wall, his arms crossed, smirking like he didn’t just shave years off my life. Immediately, my fear morphs into irritation. "Relax," he drawls. "You looked like you were about to drop dead from fright." I exhale, unclenching my fists. My pulse is still erratic. "That wasn’t funny." He grins, unbothered. "Maybe not, but it was convincing, wasn’t it? You owe me for not alerting the guards." I narrow my eyes. "Then do me a favor and keep your mouth shut." He mock-salu
Serena."Where do you think you're going, slave?" a voice says from behind me making my body go rigid. No. No, no, no. This cannot be happening, I think, not when I am so close.I forget how to breathe for a moment, as my heart slama against my ribs. I know that voice. I’ve heard it in my nightmares countless times.Slowly, I turn around, bracing myself for Tristan Sinclair’s cold, piercing gaze, but surprisingly, it’s not him. A sharp laugh breaks the silence. A young servant leans casually against the stone wall, his arms crossed, smirking like he didn’t just shave years off my life. Immediately, my fear morphs into irritation. "Relax," he drawls. "You looked like you were about to drop dead from fright." I exhale, unclenching my fists. My pulse is still erratic. "That wasn’t funny." He grins, unbothered. "Maybe not, but it was convincing, wasn’t it? You owe me for not alerting the guards." I narrow my eyes. "Then do me a favor and keep your mouth shut." He mock-salu
Serena.I do not know how long I stand there, frozen in place. Tristan's words echo over and over again, cutting through me like a blade.Gasps ripple through the crowd. Some look confused. Others whisper amongst themselves. A public rejection is a scandal, a disgrace, and only for the rejected.Tristan could not care less. His silver eyes are burning with satisfaction.My legs are trembling and the mark on my throat is burning aggressively. The bond he forced on me is breaking very painfully and violently. I feel woozy because it is getting hard to breathe.Strong arms catch me before I collapse. “Easy,” a voice whispers. “I’ve got you.”I do not need to look up to know who it is. Thorne. His hold feels secure and protective.The crowd is still watching, Tristan is also watching as Thorne lifts his head, his silver eyes flashing.“Congratulations, brother,” he says smoothly. “You have made your choice.”Then, without another word, he scoops me into his arms and walks away.The room is
Serena No!! I scream as I jolt awake from a nightmare. I feel a dull pain at my throat, my body feels like lead and my head is pounding.It takes me a second to realize that it was not a nightmare but a memory of last night.Tristan Sinclair, one of the Alpha heirs to the Nythera pack marked me. I groan as my body hit the bed. I feel soft silk beneath my fingers. This could not be the servant quarters. I blink, my vision adjusting. Moonlight filters through heavy curtains, casting long shadows and I realize I am mistaken. It is still night time.The door across the room is slightly ajar, and through it, I hear raised voices. Tristan and Thorne. “…beyond reckless, even for you.” I could instantly tell that it is Thorne because of the smooth voice, “You let your temper get the best of you…….again.” he says.Tristan’s growl is unmistakable. “She’s a slave.” “Then why are we having this conversation?” Thorne counters, and I can practically hear his smirk. “You marked her in front
Serena.“She is my slave, brother”, Tristan seethes glaring daggers at Thorne.The council chamber is stifling, and it is not from heat but from the power emanating from these two powerful alpha heirs.Tristan’s grip on my wrist is tight. Too tight, but I do not wince because on my other side, Thorne holds on to me just as firmly.Two brothers. Two heirs. Both refusing to let go. The council members watch in deadly silence, nobody wanting to interfere. Time stretches for what feels like eternity waiting to see who wins.I already know the truth though, that this is not about me. I am just the stage on which their war plays out. So, I do nothing, I do not resist, speak or even react.I simply observe. Who will bend first? Who has more power? Who can I use to carry out my revenge? If I can become an ally of the strongest one, I can take down the other and then use his weakness against him.“Let go,” Tristan grits out, his silver eyes flashing with fury.Thorne does not flinch. He merely
Serena.I straighten quickly, shoving the parchment behind me. “I, I was just dusting.”A smirk tugs at his lips. Not the usual cruel, mocking one. This one seems amused.“Dusting,” he repeats, shaking his head. “With your hands all over confidential war reports?”I open my mouth, searching for an excuse, but nothing comes out. I’m dead. This is it, but then, he laughs.Not a dry, bitter chuckle but a real laugh. I blink, stunned. Tristan never laughs.“You really are something,” he says, stepping closer. “You think I don’t see what you’re trying to do?”My heart races and I step back instinctively, but he just leans against the desk with his arms crossed, watching me like I’m the most amusing thing in the world.Then, he tilts his head. “Tell me, little thief, what do I get in return for my silence?”I stare at him, completely thrown off. Where is the usual coldness? The cruelty? The threats?I hesitate. “Anything?.” I state, totally confused by what is happening.His smirk widens. “
Serena.I kneel before Tristan Sinclair, my fists clenched at my sides, fighting every urge to spit at his feet. His golden eyes glow under the moonlight streaming through the high windows."You will show me your utmost submission at all times," he repeats, his voice as cold as the winter winds that once howled through my pack’s mountains.I bite the inside of my cheek, forcing my head down. I know better than to provoke him, but the silence stretches too long, and I see the flicker of amusement in his gaze, like a challenge.Before I can break and say something reckless, the doors to his chambers burst open."Tristan!" A feminine voice rings through the room. A young woman, no older than me, storms in with wild dark hair bouncing over her shoulders. Then, she stops dead in her tracks, her eyes shifting between me kneeling on the floor and Tristan towering over me.A smirk tugs at her lips. "So, it's slaves now, huh big brother?" She crosses her arms, tapping a finger against her elbo
Serena.The air in the chamber is heavy with sorrow and fear. The great Alpha of Nythera lay on his bed, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. Warriors, advisors, and nobles stand around him in silence, their faces tight with unease.I stand at the farthest corner of the room, my fists clenched at my sides. I should not be here. I should not be forced to witness the final moments of the Alpha responsible for my family’s slaughter.Then, a murmur passes through the gathered wolves.“Bring him in.”The doors burst open, and my breath stops in my throat.A healer is shoved into the chamber. A powerful one, and not just any healer, the healer of my pack.His wrists are bound, his once elegant robes tattered and stained with blood. His face, though bruised, still holds the dignity of a man who has spent his life saving others.“Fix him,” one of the warriors barked, shoving him forward.The healer didn’t move immediately. His dark eyes scanned the room until they landed on me, and then, to m
Serena's POV"Just kill me, please." The words slip from my lips before I can stop them. My voice is hoarse, barely louder than a whisper.I hear gasps, but I could not care less. I have lost everything, my family, my home, my dignity. Death would be a mercy.The soldier holding me hesitates, his grip on my arms tightening. His blade hovers at my throat, close enough that I feel it bite against my skin.“Wait”, a voice shouts, it is a young soldier running towards us. “The General says we should not kill anyone till we get to the stronghold”. The cloaked figure waves his hands, and the soldier lowers his blade. I sigh in defeat, wondering why it is so hard to die.“Assemble every slave, we leave at dusk”, I hear him order and as soon as he says this, things become busy.Some soldiers transform into their wolves running to God knows where, while the others round up the slaves.My wrists burn where the silver chain bites into my skin. The Nythera wolves march me and the other survivors
Serena's POV“Run Serena!!”, is all I hear my mom scream as a black wolf lunges at her slicing through her chest.I scream and run towards her, even when my wolf yells at me to run away. I shake her repeatedly trying to bring her back, but she just lays there lifeless, heart ripped out of her chest. Another scream leaves my lips but is drowned by the chaos and destruction around me. Houses set on fire, screams of agony in the air as black lethal wolves drag out my pack mercilessly murdering them without giving them a chance to beg for mercy.I never could have seen this coming, and now my whole family is dead, brutally murdered. I collapse on my mother's lifeless body, too weak to keep on crying.“There’s still someone out here”, I hear one of the wolves cry out, and soon, I hear them running towards me. They surround me, but at this point I have no willpower or strength to fight back. So I just lay there lifeless.I think back to how it all started. This morning began like every o