–“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
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
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
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
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
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 day when Luca would choose his mate had arrived, he had offered Seraphina a contract and she accepted, and the reason she accepted wasn't because she loved Luca, it was because she wanted to take revenge on those who killed her sister, turned out that Cora wasn't her real sister but they loved each other since they were both orphans.The grand hall nuzzled with anticipation. The scent of fresh meat roasting on the fire, the sound of laughter and chatter filling the air, it was the kind of celebration the pack needed after weeks of tense silence from Luca. The air was thick with excitement as the members of the osck gathered, dressed in their finest attire, ready to toast to whatever Luca was about to announce.There were whispers, ofcourse. Whispers about the throne, whispers about Seraphina. For months, speculation had run rampant about who Luca would choose as his mate, the Luna who would rule by his side. Some believed it would be Nova, Luca's right hand, the beta who had stood
Luca didn’t answer immediately. He didn’t need to. His silence was the answer, and Seraphina could see the truth of it in his eyes.She set the contract down on the table before her, folding her arms across her chest. There was something more she needed to say. Something he needed to know.“I accept,” she said, her words cutting through the tense silence between them.Luca blinked in surprise. “You… you accept? You accept to be the Luna of this pack”“Yes,” Seraphina said firmly. “But on one condition.”Luca’s brow furrowed, and he took a step forward. “What condition?”“I want to take revenge,” she said, her voice low, almost menacing. “Someone killed my sister back at my former pack. I’ve been hunting for the ones responsible ever since, and I need your help to get it done,I want to take revenge on the killer and I also want to take revenge on Kael too for the pain he had caused me and for how he humiliated me.”Luca regarded her for a long moment, his face unreadable. Then, without
Luca’s uncle, Victor, stepped forward, his calculating eyes fixed on Luca. His presence alone carried the weight of authority, a man who had spent years manipulating the shadows to his advantage. His lips curled into something between a smirk and a sneer as he addressed his nephew.“If you truly want to be king, you must denounce her as your Luna,” Victor said, his voice smooth, deliberate. “The pack will never accept a woman like her. Not with war on the horizon.”Luca’s jaw clenched. “You want me to betray my mate?”“I want you to lead,” Victor countered, his tone sharpening. “The Raven Clan’s leader will march his warriors against us at dawn. This is not a time for weakness. It is a time for sacrifice.”Before Luca could respond, the door swung open.“In your dreams,” Seraphina’s voice rang out, firm and unyielding. She stepped into the room, her presence commanding. There was no hesitation in her movements as she locked eyes with Victor. “Tomorrow, the leader of the Raven Clan wil
Luca’s voice cut through the tension, his command clear and firm. “Continue your training,” he ordered, his eyes scanning the young warriors, who instantly resumed their sparring with renewed focus. He didn’t wait for them to finish before stepping toward Seraphina, guiding her with a firm but gentle touch toward the mansion.Seraphina walked beside him in silence, her mind still reeling from the conversation at Cora’s grave. Every step felt heavy, like the weight of the world was pressing down on her chest. But it wasn’t just the loss she’d encountered—it was the realization that her life was shifting in ways she couldn’t control. And Luca... Luca had become a constant force in her life, one that she wasn’t sure how to navigate anymore.Once inside, Luca led her into a quiet sitting room. The thick, velvet curtains shielded them from the light of the world outside. He closed the door behind them, his eyes never leaving her.“Sit,” he instructed, his tone quieter now, but no less inte
Rowan stood in the dimly lit chamber, his fingers gripping the edge of the wooden table. Maps were scattered before him, some marked with red ink, others with clawed scratches that told stories of battle plans and bloodshed. His mind, however, was far from war at that moment.Nova stood across from him, her expression unreadable, her presence as cold and calculated as ever.“You should have told me sooner,” Rowan muttered, his voice low but edged with something dangerous.Nova’s voice was a whisper in the shadows, the kind that lingered like a cold breeze. Rowan sat at the edge of the table, his eyes narrowed, waiting for the next revelation. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on his face, but it was Nova’s words that held his attention completely.“You’re right to be suspicious,” Nova said, her voice low and laden with intent. She leaned forward, the flicker of the flames dancing in her gaze. “Luca isn’t who you think he is.”Rowan’s jaw tightened. “I know that. But what e
The air was crisp, a sharp chill hanging in the autumn breeze as Seraphina stood in the clearing, her heart heavy. She could feel the weight of everything pressing down on her as she knelt beside the small grave, the mound of earth a reminder of the past she could never fully escape. The flowers in her hand — vibrant and delicate — trembled slightly, as if they too could feel the sorrow that filled the space.The memories of Cora, her sister, flooded her mind like a crashing wave. It had been years since she had last visited this place, years since she had said goodbye to the only family she had ever known. And yet, the pain of that loss was still as raw as the day they buried her.She placed the flowers gently on the grave, her fingers lingering on the cold stone that marked her sister’s final resting place. The name etched into the stone — Cora, beloved sister and daughter. The words felt too small, too insignificant to honor the woman Cora had been.Seraphina’s breath caught in her
The journey to the Ravenclaw Pack had been long, but Seraphina moved with purpose. The battle with the rogues had left her shaken, yet it had awakened something within her—a force she wasn’t sure she could control. Every step she took forward was another step into the unknown, yet there was no turning back.By the time she reached the Ravenclaw Pack’s borders, dawn was breaking over the horizon, casting a golden glow over the towering pines. The moment she stepped onto their land, she felt it—a shift in the air, a silent acknowledgment of her presence. She wasn’t just another traveler passing through. They had been expecting her.Two guards blocked her path, their expressions unreadable as they stood with their spears crossed before her. Their postures were rigid, their scents laced with suspicion.“Halt,” one of them ordered, his voice firm. “State your purpose.”Seraphina didn’t even blink. “I don’t repeat myself,” she said coolly.A tense silence followed, the guards exchanging war
The journey from the stronghold to the Ravenclaw Pack was one of solitude, and in that solitude, Seraphina found herself lost in thought. The dense trees of the forest whispered in the wind, and the distant howls of wolves echoed in the night, the rhythmic beat of her heart matching the pulsing energy around her. With every mile she put between herself and Luca, every step further into the wilderness, a part of her felt lighter, more free. But with the newfound freedom came the weight of uncertainty.She had chosen this path, this road to Ravenclaw, for reasons she hadn’t fully understood until now. She wasn’t running away from anything, but rather toward something — a piece of herself, a fragment of the past that could shape her future. The Ravenclaw Pack wasn’t just an old alliance, it was a part of her bloodline. It was something she had never fully embraced, but now she had no choice. To move forward, she had to confront the past.And yet, as her journey stretched on into the unkn
Seraphina met his gaze, her expression unreadable. Her lips were pressed into a firm line, but there was a hint of something softer beneath her resolve — a vulnerability, perhaps, that Luca had never seen before.“I need to talk to you,” she said quietly, crossing the room to stand before him. There was no anger in her voice this time, no sharpness. Just a calm certainty that unsettled him more than anything else.Luca exhaled slowly, his hand still resting on the back of the chair. “I think we’ve said enough already, Seraphina,” he replied, his voice low. “I’ve made my decision.”Seraphina’s eyes flickered with something — confusion, perhaps, or frustration — before she spoke again. “This isn’t about that,” she said, her voice steady. “This is about me.”Luca raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued despite himself. “What about you?”“I need to go,” Seraphina said, her voice dropping to a whisper, almost as if she were unsure of how he would react. “I need to visit the Ravenclaw Pack.
Seraphina’s mind raced, her pulse quickening. “Who is this so-called uncle? What is his true intention?”Martha hesitated for a long moment, as if weighing how much she could say. She finally sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as the weight of the truth seemed to settle on her.“Luca trusts him, but he doesn’t know that our uncle doesn’t wish him anything good,” Martha said, her voice tight. “He only wants the throne. He always has. He’s been waiting for this moment — waiting for Luca to make a mistake, to falter. And now that he has, our uncle is moving in, trying to manipulate him, pull him into his web.”Seraphina’s eyes narrowed, her mind trying to piece the puzzle together. “So you’re telling me that his uncle is trying to use Luca to take control of the pack?”Martha nodded, her expression grim. “Exactly. And it’s not just the pack that’s at risk. It’s Luca himself. He’s walking right into a trap.”Seraphina’s chest tightened with a mixture of anger and fear. She could feel
The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a blade. Seraphina stood near the fireplace, arms crossed, her gaze locked on Luca with a mix of disbelief and frustration. The flames cast flickering shadows across her face, accentuating the sharpness of her features and the defiance in her eyes.Luca, seated at the head of the long wooden table, was a picture of calm—on the surface. But beneath that controlled exterior, there was something dangerous brewing. His jaw was tight, his hands curled into fists against the armrests of the chair.“So, tell me, Luca,” Seraphina began, her voice deceptively light. “What exactly is your grand plan now that your uncle is back, I am sure you two talked about the greatness of this pack, didn’t you?”Luca exhaled through his nose. He didn’t like the challenge in her voice, but he had expected it. Seraphina had never been the kind to sit back and accept things without questioning them.“I want the humans in the pack to train.” His voice was firm