Seraphina POVAs Maeve and I were watching the second season of Bridgerton, we felt a strange energy in the air before something shook the house and rattled the windows from its magnitude. Before I could comprehend what was happening the windows in my bedroom shattered, sending shards of glass everywhere. I used my body as a shield over Maeve, who was closest to the windows. Allowing the blankets and pillows to give us some sort of protection.Screams and yells rang out around the pack house and from what I could tell, outside as well. Drake and Callan stormed into the room with panic in their eyes, before racing over to us and making sure we were alright. As Callan inspected every inch of my body, I couldn’t help but feel a shiver from a sense of foreboding. Callan cupped my face. “Baby, are you alright?” His eyes were of his wolf, his instincts taking over his human form. I placed one of my hands over his and nodded before looking down and noting the tiny scrapes that were now s
Seraphina POV I was stuck in the panic room for what felt like forever, even though it had only been for a full 24 hours. Enough time for the staff to clean up and get new windows in. Once again I found myself in Callan’s arms, bridal style - as he refused to allow me to walk. He walked us into our room that was now in pristine condition. “We put reinforced glass windows on the packhouse so this doesn’t happen again.” He explained while placing me down on the bed and dfraping a throw blanket on me. Before he could walk away, I grabbed his arm. “What aren’t you telling me Cal?”He looked down at me and then scrubbed a hand down his face before sitting down. “Some of the warriors reported seeing a partially shifted wolf that was on two legs.”My brows pinched. “I mean, it was a full moon so that is possible. You know that the moon can make us partially shift even if we aren’t trying to,” I responded with slight annoyance. I wanted to tell the warriors, ‘no shit Sherlock,’ until Call
Seraphina POV I woke from a dead sleep to a feeling of dread. Sweat covered my body as I recollected a strange dream. A hand coming out of the dirt as a body resurrected itself out of the moist soil. I couldn’t make out the person’s facial features. It were as if the shadows were purposefully hiding the person’s face, a cruel joke of sorts.The dream then shifted to a memory of Allister’s face as he tortured me in the chair that sat in the cellar. However instead of cutting me like he had in reality, he cut out my unborn child. “Now I have both of them,” he yelled before a manic cackle escaped him. I had jolted upright out of a dead sleep, breathing hard and sweating profusely. As if sensing my panic through the bond, Callan jolted up from his own sleep and looked around the room for threats. Callan wrapped his arms around me while rocking us side to side to soothe me. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Callan asked, his voice still hoarse with sleep. “Allister was back and took out ur baby”
Callan POVI woke up feeling an sense of unease. No matter how much I racked my brain, I couldn’t pin point why I was feeling so uneasy. I got up the next morning feeling a sense of foreboding. Walking into my office, I noticed a white envelope addressed to me on my desk. The script seemed to be written by a woman by its delicate script. “Dear Alpha Callan Forte, you are cordially invited to this year’s Alpha Gala, held in the Moon Goddess Temple of Lysteria.”The invitation continued to explain the time and the date for the event and seemed it was being held by Alpha Almed, alpha of the Raven Claw Pack. Lysteria was small town located in the rogue territory that was used for a neutral place for multiple packs to gather. At the bottom of the list it provided the packs that potentially would be attending: Alpha Constantine of Nodric PackAlpha Almed of The Raven Claw PackAlpha John of the Artic Wolf PackAlpha Steven of Silver Spear PackAlpha Allari of the White Mountain PackAll
Allister POVI hauled the unconscious body of Alpha Almed and threw him in the cell next to the deceased body of Alpha John. The thud of his body echoed in the small space in the cells. My plan was slowly coming together. Only a few more days until the Alpha Gala, where I would be able to take back what was rightfully mine. I wiped my hands on my jeans and locked the cell before going back up to the main bunker to meet up with daddy dearest. I walked into his office area that was in the bunker. Although we were underground, one would have no idea with how high the ceilings were and the open concept the entire room was. A bar sat off to the side where my father was standing, pouring himself and I a couple of fingers worth of Bourbon.I plopped down onto the sofa that sat adjacent to the bar and rested my arms on the back of the couch. My father, also known as “The Reaper”, looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “Did you get it done?” His voice was cool and devoid of emotion. I rolled
Seraphina POVI sat on the bed with one hand on my growing bump and watched as Callan put on his dress pants for the Alpha Gala. My mouth began to water at the sight of his back muscles rippling and flexing as he buttoned his pants and pulled up the zipper. My eyes wonder down to his ass and I can’t help but want to bite one of the perfectly sculpted cheeks. “Are you done eye fucking me, love?” Callan asked while turning around and smirking. I knew he could sense my arousal. My cheeks heated while my core began to throb. He was so fucking sexy. I bit my lower lip, ignoring his question, and continued to take in his half naked form. When I met his eyes, I was greeted with one of his dazzling smirks. He stalked towards me until he was standing in between my legs and cupping my chin. “Something you want, Princess?” I gave him my most innocent puppy-dog eyes while continuing to to bite my lower lip. “Mhm…” “And what is it that you want?” Callan’s eyes filled with lust and longing.
Callan POVI walked into the ballroom for the gala and took in to the grandiose decor. Servers in black suits scurried around the room with trays of every kind of food you could imagine. In the far corner, a live band played soft jazz music that only added to the luxurious atmosphere. This was by far one of the fanciest galas that I had ever been to. And I had been to a lot of them. ‘What’s up with the over the top party?’ Drake mindlinked me, as if reading my thoughts verbatim. ‘Something isn’t right.’ I responded through our link. ‘Princess, everything good over there?’ I mindlinked Sera. Something about this event seemed off and I couldn’t pin point what it was besides the obvious. Typically these events were catered, but they never had staff in fancy uniforms, and certainly did not overly decorate with crystal chandeliers and extravagant floral center pieces. ‘Yeah, why? What’s wrong?’ Sera responded almost immediately. ‘Nothing is wrong, just wanted to check in on my beaut
Callan POVChaos. Utter Chaos happened before my eyes as all of the men jumped up from the table and began to shift into their wolves. I however took in the scene. Something didn’t sit right with me. This is what Allister wanted. This was how he wanted everyone to react. Drake stood in a defensive stance ready to attack at a moment’s notice. I watched as if in slow motion Allister partially shift. His nails turning into sharp claws that were as sharp as knives accompanied by razor sharp canines. And those eyes. Black bottomless pit eyes. They sent a shiver down my spine. Alpha Allari was the first to attack, which didn’t surprise me. He had always been a hot head and Alpha John had been a friend of his. Allari’s wolf leaped into the air towards Allister but with a swipe of Allister’s claws, Allari was down on the ground unmoving with a gaping wound that was bleeding out from his neck. ‘Get Sera and Maeve in the panic room now!’ I boomed through the mindlink to Rodney. I knew whatev