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
The whispers began to die down as Luca stepped forward, his voice booming through the hall.“I choose Nova…” he said, the words hanging in the air.The crowd’s murmurs grew louder, their voices swelling with approval. The pack had been waiting for this moment. It was what they expected. Nova had been loyal, strong, and supportive. She had stood by Luca through thick and thin, and the choice seemed like a foregone conclusion.“I said it,” one of the pack members muttered under his breath, voice barely louder than a whisper. “Nova will be Luna.”But Luca wasn’t finished.The room fell completely silent as he raised his hand, signaling for the crowd to listen closely.“I choose Nova as my Beta,” Luca continued, his voice steady, but his gaze now flicking toward Seraphina. “But, I choose Seraphina as my Luna.”A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. The sudden shift in his words sent shockwaves through the room. The tension that had been building for weeks reached its peak, and for a
The room remained unnervingly silent, a tension so thick it seemed to stifle the air itself.Nova's hands trembled, the weight of disbelief pressing against her chest. She could feel the eyes of the entire pack on her, waiting for her reaction, for any sign of weakness. But inside, she was boiling. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drumbeat, its rhythm matching the anger surging through her veins.Her gaze flicked to Seraphina, who stood beside Luca, a silent, smug satisfaction in her eyes. The woman she had always considered a distant threat was now standing where she had believed she would—at Luca’s side, as his Luna. Her position, everything she had worked for, had just been yanked out from under her feet. And worse, Luca had chosen Seraphina over her, not just as his Luna, but as his partner in every sense of the word.How could he? How could he choose her? After everything she had done for him.Without warning, Nova’s fist tightened around the crystal glass in her hand, the d
The heavy silence in the hall had yet to dissipate. The murmurs and whispers of the pack members buzzed through the air, but the attention was all on Luca and Seraphina. Standing side by side, they were the picture of power—one confident, the other determined to hold her ground. But beneath the surface, a storm was brewing.Luca didn’t look at her as she stepped closer, his expression unreadable. Seraphina tried to ignore the slight twinge of doubt that had crept into her chest. His gaze was distant, like he was already somewhere else—somewhere far beyond the walls of this hall, beyond everything they had just done.Seraphina's throat tightened. What’s going on?She had claimed her place as Luna, yes. But there was something about the way Luca stood there, his posture rigid, his eyes cold, that unsettled her. He had made his choice—she was his Luna, the future of the pack. And yet… his demeanor spoke volumes.“Luca,” she said, her voice quiet but firm.He blinked, as though he’d just
The biting wind whistled through the trees, swirling around Seraphina’s body as she stood in the middle of the training grounds, her eyes closed, her breath shallow but steady. The early morning light stretched across the horizon, painting everything in soft oranges and purples, but the peace of the dawn couldn’t quite reach the storm brewing within her. It was all she could do to keep her breathing under control, to force her mind to focus despite the dissonance—the poison, the lingering weakness, the fear of what she had lost.Luca’s voice, calm and patient, cut through the chaos in her mind. "Focus, Seraphina. Let go of everything that holds you back. Trust your body, trust yourself."She wanted to, more than anything. But the anger, the doubt, the frustration—they gripped her, tightening like a vice around her chest. She could feel the pulse of power somewhere deep within her, a faint echo of what once had been. But it was buried, hidden beneath layers of poison and fear."Let it
THE TRUTHSeraphina stood frozen in place, her heart hammering against her ribs. She could feel the weight of Martha’s words press down on her like an invisible force, suffocating her. The tension in the air crackled, palpable and heavy. Luca’s silence only made it worse, each second stretching like an eternity.“Tell me, then,” Seraphina demanded, her voice tight but steady. “What’s the truth? What are you both hiding?, I need to know”Luca’s eyes flickered to her, a flash of guilt—something raw and unguarded—crossing his features before he quickly masked it. He took a step toward her, his expression hardening as he spoke, his voice low and commanding. “You’re not ready to hear this, Seraphina. You’re already struggling. This will only make things worse and it's going to distract you so much.”But Seraphina was past the point of being shielded. She wasn’t a child anymore. She couldn’t keep running from the truth.“I still need to know,” she said, each word biting with urgency.Martha
Seraphina moved through the mansion with a sense of purpose, the oppressive weight of the truth that Martha had revealed to her still lingering, a cold shadow that clung to her every step. She hadn’t fully processed everything, not yet—how could she? The prophecy, her bloodline’s curse, the terrifying power that lay dormant within her—it was too much, too fast. The air felt thick with uncertainty, and she could barely hold onto the threads of her own sanity as she walked, her mind racing in a thousand directions at once.She needed space. A moment of silence. Somewhere away from Luca, away from Martha, and away from the suffocating truth they had forced upon her.As she turned the corner into the grand hallway, a figure stepped into her path. Theo.She stopped in her tracks, her heart skipping a beat. Theo was Luca’s brother, and although she hadn’t seen him often, she knew enough to recognize the intensity in his eyes, the same deep-set darkness that ran in their family. But somethin
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