Seraphina POVI looked out the window to find that we were on a long windy driveway that was lined with pine trees. Warm lit lanterns on tall black poles lined the extensive driveway until it reached the cobblestone courtyard driveway that surrounded a gorgeous fountain. That was illuminated by spotlights. The packhouse was an enormous gothic-styled, victorian, mansion with ornate designs on the windows and doors. The small intrinsic details of the architecture made the mansion ooze wealth while also giving off a cold, sterile vibe. The limo pulled up to the large stone staircase that led up to the massive building. A short, stocky man with a receding hairline wearing a black and white butler’s uniform, opened the door for me. I thanked the elderly man and waited for Callan to get out of the limo. “Follow me.” He said cooly as he walked passed me. I was relatively tall for a female, yet still found it nearly impossible to keep up with Callan’s long strides. A small gasp left me as
Seraphina POVI didn’t get more than an hour’s sleep before I needed to get ready to meet Stacy. I put the too tight fabric on and tried to adjust the too-small shirt around my amble breasts.I ripped the shirt off to try another. All of them having the same result. I looked ridiculous with my too short black pants, and my white crisp shirt that had my breasts popping out of. I looked at the clock and noted I only had ten minutes to spare before I needed to report for work. I rifled through my bag and pulled out one of my black sweaters and pulled it over the white blouse. This would have to do.I slowly walked down the stairs where a tall older woman with gray hair pinned up, waited. She looked me up and down before giving me a disgusted look. “You’re late,” She growled. I looked up at the clock to see I still had a minute to spare. “But, it’s not even 7,” I protested.The elderly woman scoffed. “First lesson girly you will learn. To be early is to be on time. To be on time is to b
Callan POVIt had been three days since I had brought Seraphina to my pack. I had done a great job so far at avoiding her. However I felt my willpower dwindle by the second. I couldn’t understand for the life of me why I felt the need to check on Seraphina. Sure I had told her that she would be my Luna, but that was to gain more power. I had no plan of actually wanting to get to know the girl. Instead, I wanted her to earn her keep. After the carelessness her pack’s leadership displayed and her weasel of an ex-husband, I wanted her to learn that I ran my pack very differently. Although I wanted her to learn these things, I couldn’t help this nagging feeling of wanting her close at all times. To help satiate that burning need, I had placed her in a room that shared a wall with my suite. My wolf had been less than impressed when I didn’t bring her to my quarters. ‘Mine.’ he chanted in my head. ‘She’s not ours. Cool down.’ I told my wolf. My wolf had it in his thick-headed mind that
Seraphina POVThe last thing I remembered was being annoyed with Callan and standing up to leave when my head felt woozy and my vision tunneled. I heard the sounds of muffled voices as my body regained consciousness. “So what’s wrong with her?” I heard Callan ask.“She’s severely dehydrated and her blood sugar is very low, as if she hasn’t eaten in a while.”Well duh, I hadn’t ate or drank anything. I had been working my ass off with no breaks and no one had told me if I was allowed to get food or not. I had asked Stacy on multiple occasionsabout dinner and she had told me to figure it out myself and that she “wasn’t my maid.” The irony wasn’t lost on me at her choice of words. Callan cursed. When I opened my eyes I saw him pacing the room with his hand cupping his chin. “Get Stacy for me,” he ordered. I internally groaned. You idiot, don’t get the woman who was hell bent on making my life a living hell. A few moments later I heard the sound of Stacy’s polished shoes tap on the wo
SERAPHINA POV—I bit my lower lip and looked down at the ground, embarrassed that I nearly starved myself to death.“I asked you a question, Seraphina, I expect an answer,” Callan pressed out his alpha aura, making me wince.“I didn’t know where I was allowed to go,” I straightened my shoulders and shot daggers with my eyes. I knew I sounded pathetic, but it was the only explanation I had “In case you forgot, Alpha, you have spoken to me in 3 days, yet I am expected to be your Luna and now go with you to your chambers?!” I asked incredulously.In my anger fueled haste, I stood up quickly not having a second thought about how the lack of food and water would have on my system. It was as my world began to spin and my vision blurred that I realized my mistake of trying to stand up. I heard Callan curse in the distance as the floor came tumbling closer to my face. Just as I was about to hit the floor, strong arms wrapped around my waist. My long hair swept across the floor as the air e
CALLAN POV I stormed out of my bed chambers and down the hall to my office. I swung open the door and didn’t care if it were closed or not. I was beyond pissed that not only did my staff not make sure that Sera was shown around the packhouse, but also that Sera continued to have an attitude with me. No one was doing what they were supposed to. I began to feel my control slowly bein to drip away as if it were a leaking faucet. If I were honest with myself however, I would admit that I was angry with myself for not checking in sooner. She was in fact a guest in my home. It was my job to keep order and control in my home, my pack and myself. ‘She’s ours to protect you idiot’ my wolf Archer griped at me. ‘She isn’t ours. Remember what Beatrice said? We don’t get a fated mate.’ Beatrice was a seer that had visited the pack when my father was still Alpha. Ever since then her words stayed with me. ‘I see a world of darkness ahead. A world with no mate or companion that is yours.’ My m
Seraphina POV “Uh, who are you?” I asked to the short, curvy blonde, who was most certainly not a packhouse staff-member. I placed a hand on my mouth realizing rude I must have sounded. What if this was Alpha Callan’s lover? I had no right asking who she was. She must have read the look on my face and burst out into laughter. “Oh jeeze, you must be Sera, I’m Maeve,” She gave me an expectant look as if her name were to mean something to me. “Nice to meet you Maeve. Alpha Callan isn’t here, but I can let you him know–”“No silly, I am here for you,” She pointed to the ottoman where a basket of women’s products and clothes sat. “Cal asked me to bring you some items to make you more comfortable. He told me what happened,” She said empathetically. Her Chesnut colored eyes seemed to sparkle from the flames of the fire that was burning in the hearth. After the first 15 minutes of small talk with Maeve, I knew she was someone I would want in my corner. Although short, her aura was fierce
Seraphina POV I woke up the next morning with something heavy on my waist and something hard poking at my rear. The black-out curtains did nothing to help me identify the source that was holding me hostage by keeping the room completely black. I wiggled again causing the hardness to poke me further. As I finally became aware of my surroundings and realized no what, but WHO was behind me and what part of him was poking me, did I lurch away from him. Naturally, because things weren’t awkward enough, I miscalculated how much of the bed I had on my side and fell off the bed. With a loud hmmph, I hit half of my body on the area rug and half on the dark wood floors. I sqeaked at the cold floor hitting my bare skin, before groaning when the pain in my knee radiated up my leg. A sleepy, dischelved, Callan looked over the side at the bed and down at me who still lay sprawled on the floor. “You know, the bed is a lot more comfortable than the floor.”I glared up at him. “No shit Sherlock!