Rowan’s gaze flickered, but his clenched fists betrayed a flicker of doubt.“I don’t care about the humans, I am only ruling over them but I care less about them” Rowan growled, his voice tight with frustration. “I care about the pack. The supernatural. I care about strength. And no one—not even a so-called fake, non existing queen—will ever have the strength to take it all away from me.”Ryan chuckled softly, his voice smooth and confident, yet filled with a hint of caution. “Then don’t waste your time worrying about it. You’re stronger than any prophecy. You’re the Alpha. If this girl does exist, then let her try. She won’t stand a chance.”Rowan turned his gaze toward the fire, his eyes glinting with determination. Ryan’s words were comforting, a balm to his restless mind, but the seed of doubt that the seer had planted refused to wither.“If she’s real…” Rowan began, his voice quieter now, laced with a sense of deep, foreboding contemplation. “Then we’ll deal with her. But if she’
Ryan pushed off from the wall, his fingers brushing the hilt of the dagger at his waist. He looked at Rowan, his Alpha, with a mixture of wariness and respect. “And if she’s just a myth, just a child with no greater power than any other?”Rowan’s lips curled into a cold smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Then we will make sure she never becomes anything more than that. We crush the possibility before it even has the chance to take root. No one—not even the gods themselves—will take what’s mine, I am the only leader of this park who is fighting to be the king, how could a mere Luna rise up as the queen.”For a moment, the two men stood in silence, the weight of Rowan’s words settling between them like a heavy cloak. The room seemed to grow colder, the shadows more oppressive, as the Alpha’s command hung in the air.Ryan’s voice was measured, cautious, but tinged with a quiet fury. “What if those children you asked me to change their destiny are not who you think they are… What if th
Ryan was still searching for the so called Queen, he wouldn't dare go back to the park without bringing the queen over.The night air was thick with the scent of pine, the cool breeze rustling through the trees as Ryan made his way through the woods, his boots barely making a sound on the damp earth. The trees whispered their secrets, casting long shadows in the dim light of the waning moon. He was alone, save for the girl he had tracked down, but her presence felt oddly heavy in the air.It had started with rumors—whispers of a girl, a strange child with visions, who could see the future, could sense things that others couldn’t. Most dismissed it as superstition, nothing more than another tale to scare the weak. But Ryan had learned to trust his instincts. And his instincts told him that something was amiss. Something bigger than they understood.Cora. That was her name.Ryan had found her just outside a small village near the edge of their territory. She was sitting alone by a fire,
~Eight PM~When they arrived at the darkened castle, the heavy gates creaked open before them. Cora was thrown into the stone corridors with little care, and she was forced to walk, her arms bound behind her, the rough ropes digging into her skin.“I told you this wasn’t going to end well for you,” Ryan said in a low voice, his footsteps echoing behind her as he led her through the labyrinthine halls. His words dripped with contempt, but beneath it, she could hear the uncertainty. He was scared. He was scared of the girl, the prophecy, the power she held. He had no idea what kind of danger he had just invited into his life.---Rowan’s chamber was dark, the air thick with the weight of power. His back was turned as he stared into the fire, the flickering light casting grotesque shadows across his sharp features. The fire reflected in his cold eyes, but it was nothing compared to the storm that raged beneath the surface.Ryan led Cora into the room, shoving her to the ground at Rowan’s
Ryan’s grip tightened, his eyes dark with anger. “You don’t understand, do you? I’m not asking you to betray anyone. I’m asking you to tell me the truth. Who is the Queen? Who is the one who’s going to destroy everything I’ve built? I need to know.”Cora’s mind raced. She couldn’t reveal Seraphina. Not now. Not ever. If she did, everything would be lost and Seraphina would be killed. Rowan would hunt her down, and there would be no stopping him. No one could stand against him.The future of all the packs lies in Cora's hands now.“You’ll never get the answer you want,” she said, her voice trembling, but defiant. “Seraphina is stronger than you think. She’s the Queen. And you can’t stop her.”Ryan’s face twisted with rage. “You think she’s the Queen? You think she’s the one who’s going to rise up against us? You’re just a girl with a few visions. You know nothing.”Cora’s eyes flickered with a sudden flash of understanding. The truth. The terrible, unthinkable truth. Rowan had no idea
~NINE PM~Cora stayed rooted to the spot, her chest heaving as the door slammed shut again. She could hear him walking away, his footsteps heavy and measured.And then—silence.The silence was worse than anything. The pain, the fear, the tension—they were nothing compared to this stillness. She was alone. Trapped. Helpless.Her body ached. She could feel the bruises already blooming along her neck where Ryan had gripped her, but her heart was heavier. He couldn’t know. No one could. Not Seraphina.She heard them, the cries of those who had come before her, those who had been broken. Those who had surrendered to Rowan’s will. She wouldn’t be one of them. She couldn’t. Not for Seraphina. Not for the Queen.~In the main large chamber of his pack, Rowan sat at his massive desk, his fingers steepled before him as he watched the fire crackle in the hearth. His thoughts were dark, his mind never still. He had been the Alpha for years, building an empire from nothing, solidifying his place a
~Seraphina's Pov~Seraphina sat on the worn wooden bench by the hearth, her gaze flicking to the clock every few minutes. The rhythmic tick-tock filled the room, each passing second dragging her further into a quiet, gnawing worry. It was nearly midnight now. Cora had promised she would be home by dark, and it had long since passed.Her fingers twitched, her heart uneasy. Something didn’t feel right. The stillness of the room was deafening, the silence too thick. It was as if the world had gone still, holding its breath in anticipation of something dreadful.She stood abruptly, pushing the chair back with a creak that echoed through the house. The fire crackled weakly in the corner, casting long, flickering shadows that danced on the walls. Seraphina walked across the room, the tension building in her chest. She had a sinking feeling that something was terribly wrong.Grabbing her cloak from the coat hook by the door, she pulled it over her shoulders. She didn’t know why—she didn’t nee
~Serphina's Pov~And then, like a cold wind sweeping over her, the horror of the realization hit her with full force. Rowan. Ryan. They had done this. It had to be them.Seraphina’s breath came in slow and short gasps as her eyes darted around the clearing, her heart pounding in her chest.The pieces of the puzzle began to click together in her mind, and each one filled her with an ever-deepening rage.She knew Rowan had always been after her, ever since she was a child but she could never imagined that they got hold of her sister. She had known that. But he had taken it further. Far further than she could have ever imagined. He had killed Cora. Killed her sister, the one person she loved above all else.Seraphina’s fingers clenched into fists, her nails biting into her palms as she fought to contain the fury that surged within her. No one could do this. No one could hurt Cora like this and get away with it. Not Rowan. Nor his accomplices.She would make them pay. She would make them f
The weight of the conversation with Seraphina lingered in the air, thick and suffocating. Luca stood alone in the center of his room, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his heart racing with a mixture of fear and uncertainty. Every moment felt like it was leading him toward something he couldn't control anymore, a precise of where the future of everything he cared about is going to an edge if he makes any little mistake.But there was no time to dwell on that. The war for the throne has already begun, and Luca knew it, his brother, Leo, had been biding his time, waiting for the right moment to strike. The moment he did, Luca's world, everything he had fought for would shatter.The sound of a knock at the door snapped Luca's from his own thoughts. He straightened, wiping a hand across his face in frustration. He didn't need this. He didn't need to face anyone else, not now, not when his mind was clouded. But he knew, deep down, that he couldn't run from the Truth. Not anymore.
The door creaked softly behind Luca as he stepped away from the tense scene in the room. His mind was a whirlpool of confusion, swirling with Martha’s warning and Seraphina’s chilling words. His thoughts clashed against each other like storms. A child born from destruction, and yet somehow, the world’s only hope? How could he reconcile the two? How could he accept that the woman he had come to love, the one who had given him hope and joy, was destined to tear everything apart?The weight of it all felt suffocating, like an iron shackle clamping down on his chest. He needed air. He needed space. He needed to think.As he walked briskly down the hall, each step felt heavier than the last, his heartbeat thudding in his ears. He passed through the silent corridors, the quiet of the mansion almost mocking him. Every corner he turned, every shadow he passed, seemed to whisper the same question: What now?His quarters loomed ahead, a refuge he had once found peace in, now tainted with the sh
As they saw Seraphina they stopped talking. Seraphina walked there and Martha held her and she checked her pause, Martha could see if any danger was coming in the nearest future.She saw it and she stepped back, Luca asked her what was wrong she lied that she wasn’t feeling well that Luca should escort her to the room. And she also gave orders that Theo mustn’t know she is now back.When they entered the room Martha grabbed Luca’a hand and warned him that Seraphina would cause disaster to the whole world, she would be fueled by rage and destroy the whole world. The room fell into an unnatural silence, the weight of Martha’s words sinking into the air like an unbearable fog. Luca stood frozen, his hand still in Martha’s grip, his mind reeling. The tension was thick, pressing against his chest with the force of a hundred storms.Seraphina, the one who had haunted his thoughts for so long, had just stepped into the room, and Martha’s warning echoed in his ears. The quiet, unsettling powe
Just as Luca was done and Seraphina became only even though she didn't remember a thing that happened at that spot. She was just silent.“And who are you?” Luca asked Why does she smell like some kind of spell?“I am just a member of the pack who seems to care nothing else, I need to leave” Martha said Luca paused and he touched her then he knew it was a spell, Martha's real face appeared immediately.The air was still in the room, thick with the weight of revelation as Martha tried to pull away from Luca’s touch. His fingers burned with recognition, and when his eyes widened, she knew he’d seen through the illusion. His voice cracked the silence.“My sister!” Luca’s breath hitched in disbelief.Martha’s real face, once concealed by the magic of a spell, was now fully revealed. Her features were sharper than Luca remembered, her eyes colder, like distant stars in the night sky.She didn’t respond to his outburst, only turned her gaze toward the window as if searching for something b
The moonlight bathed the garden in a silver glow, casting eerie shadows over the silent figures standing in a tense standoff. The air was thick with hostility, crackling with unspoken challenges, as Nova’s dark eyes locked onto the mysterious woman who had emerged from the shadows. She was no ordinary wolf, Luca could sense that—her power rippled through the air like an electric current, and her presence was as commanding as any alpha's. She was not someone to be underestimated.“Who are you?” Nova’s voice was silky, but the sharp edge beneath her words was unmistakable. Her gaze slid over the woman, sizing her up with predatory precision. “You seem to think you can stop me.”The woman stood unmoving, her posture regal and unwavering, as though she were the very earth beneath their feet, unshakable. Her eyes, too, were like molten silver, glowing faintly in the moonlight, an unnatural intensity hidden within them.“I don’t think,” the woman replied calmly, her voice low but strong. “I
–“What is wrong with Seraphina?” Luca murmured to himself as he watched as Seraphina struggled alone at the garden, he was up at his window glaring at everywhere until he laid eyes on Seraphina and he noticed Seraphina was strange.He walked downstairs and tapped her “Hey….” He whispered to her ears and Seraphina paused, she then collapsed.“Hey, Seraphina, you are burning up” Luca said, while Nova watched from afar, she didn't know Luca would be the one to see her, she clenched her fist on the wall and the smell she drank fell, she didn't notice, she was too angry to make sure to clean her mess properly to avoid been caught.Unbeknownst to Nova, someone from the pack was watching, she was a female wolf, powerful wolf and not known in the pack, she is known for her ruthless acts and she only goes to war for the pack and doesn't interfere, she loves standing on top of the tree just as much as Luca loves doing that too. Just when Nova left the scene where she committed such a thing, th
Nova couldn’t hold it in again because Luca the man he had stood by when he had no one has been turning against her. Chapter: The Fall of SeraphinaNova stood on the edge of the forbidden area, her heart pounding in her chest. The air here was thick with an unspoken tension, the atmosphere heavy with secrets that no one dared to utter aloud. Beyond the veil of twisted trees and shadowed pathways was a place where the pack’s darkest corners found refuge—the forsaken wolves, those with powers that could either save or destroy. Witches. Sorcerers. Those who had been banished, exiled for their practices. They were the unwanted, the feared, and yet, Nova found herself drawn to them.She had been here before, but never this far. The stories told of the things that happened in these woods—of twisted magic, of minds and hearts torn asunder by forces they could not control. But Nova wasn’t here to turn back. She had made up her mind. There was something inside of her, a feeling that had been g
The silence in the mansion had settled like a dense fog, thick and unyielding. It was the kind of quiet that carried weight—a silence that was heavy with unspoken words and fractured emotions. Seraphina could feel it pressing on her chest, suffocating her with every breath. The transformation inside her was not just physical; it was deeply psychological, gnawing at her mind with every passing moment. She was no longer the woman she had once been, and she knew that the others could feel it too.Seraphina’s eyes remained locked on the jug in front of her, her fingers curling around its cold glass. The scent of fresh blood, rich and intoxicating, filled her senses, drowning out everything else. Her pulse quickened, the primal hunger roaring inside her, clawing at the walls of her control. She had to feed. The craving for blood, raw and untamed, consumed her thoughts.She took a long, deliberate sip, the metallic taste of blood coating her tongue, filling her veins with a rush of heat. It
And After that night things changed, Seraphina changed because she knew she had a goal to complete and she wouldn't let anyone, not even Nova ruin it.It was around Eight A.M in the morning, everyone had woken up because they all live in the same mansion as they all should. The maids had cooked for those who could eat meal and for those who could not would go out to hunt, Seraphina couldn't eat human foods anymore, she kept wanting raw animals and their bloods because Theron had poisoned her mind.The mansion was still shrouded in the remnants of the night, the pale light of morning slipping through the heavy curtains. A quiet stillness hung in the air as the servants bustled through the halls, preparing breakfast for the pack. The aroma of sizzling meat filled the space, but there was no joy in the air, no chatter, only the unspoken tension that had settled over everyone after the events of the previous night.Seraphina sat at the grand dining table, her posture rigid, her eyes scanni