Damien’s Perspective The wind howled as I ran through the dense forest, my massive wolf form blending into the shadows. The moon above cast a silver glow on the terrain, illuminating the path ahead. Trees blurred past me, my powerful paws crushing twigs and leaves beneath them as I moved with deadly precision. My warriors followed closely behind, their dark figures shifting between the trees like ghosts."How long does it take to reach there?" I asked my beta, ethan, through the mind link."Alpha, we are just going to reach there in half an hour," he responded, his deep wolf voice filled with determination. Half an hour. That was all it would take before I tore apart every last one of those pathetic wolves. Tonight, I wouldn’t just be taking over a pack—I would be ending a bloodline. Their alpha would be nothing more than a forgotten name and their pack? Mine. The women of the fallen pack would be given to my unmated warriors as rewards, their screams of pleasure or pain—whichever came
Seraphina's perspective I sat in the back of the cab, my hands gripping the fabric of my dress as I stared blankly out of the window. The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and red, but I barely noticed. My mind was somewhere else—trapped in a storm of fear and uncertainty. Had I done the right thing by running? I should have felt relieved and free even, but all I felt was numb. The cold weight of dread settled deep in my chest, making it hard to breathe. My fingers trembled slightly as I pressed them against my lap, trying to steady myself. What if Damien finds out? A violent shiver ran down my spine at the thought. I knew what he was capable of. He wasn’t just a man; he was a monster, a ruthless hybrid who thrived on power and bloodshed. Right now, he was probably tearing through that pack, slaughtering every single wolf that dared to stand in his way. And when he was done… He would come back. And when he realized I was gone— I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. Damien w
Damien Perspective The cold night air burned against my skin as I shifted back into my human form, my wolf reluctantly retreating. My warriors, Beta Ethan and Delta Mason, stood behind me, their breaths heavy from the long hours of running. The war was over, and we had won. One of my men handed me a neatly folded set of clothes, and I quickly put them on. The first rays of the sun began to creep over the horizon, bathing the pack in soft golden light. 6 AM. I exhaled deeply, my mind already drifting away from the battlefield. My thoughts no longer lingered on the bloodshed or the victory. Only one thing—one person—occupied my mind. Seraphina. My mate. A slow smirk curled on my lips as I strode toward the castle, my legs moving with purpose. She was sleeping peacefully right now, wrapped up in my bed, completely unaware of the storm that was about to hit her. Because tonight, she would be mine. Completely. In every fucking way possible. I clenched my fists, suppressing the sheer hunge
Seraphina's perspective This wasn’t supposed to happen. For a moment, I forgot about everything—about my situation, about the monster standing in front of me, glaring at me with fury burning in his eyes. My heart pounded against my chest as my mind raced. Mason had just claimed Olivia as his mate. My best friend, my human best friend, who knew nothing about our world. And then there was Jacob—my ex—grabbing my wrist in front of my so-called mate. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Panic swelled in my chest. I had to do something, and I had to do it fast. Mason couldn’t take Olivia with him. He wouldn’t take Olivia. She didn’t know anything about werewolves, about fated mates, about the cruelty that existed in Damien’s pack. If she found out, she would hate me for hiding something so big from her. But that wasn’t even the worst part. Mason would kill her. I swallowed hard, my throat tightening with dread. I had heard the stories. I knew what happened to women in Damien’s pack. They weren’t given a cho
Damien’s PerspectiveThe moment I stepped into the packhouse with Seraphina unconscious in my arms, my warriors bowed their heads in submission. I didn’t acknowledge them. My focus was on her. Ethan and the others followed closely behind. "Ethan, bring Mason to the pack doctor. I want him in good shape," I ordered. "Yes, Alpha," he responded without hesitation, adjusting his grip on Mason, who was limping heavily. My eyes then flickered to the two warriors holding those two traitors. Olivia and Jacob. "And you both," I said, my voice laced with authority. "Take them to the dungeons and chain them up. Make sure they don’t escape.""Yes, Alpha," they said in unison before dragging the two away. Olivia whimpered, but I ignored her. looked down at Seraphina. She was still unconscious, her face peaceful—but I knew better. She wasn’t innocent. She was hiding things from me. Lying. Betraying, me in ways I had yet to uncover. She would wake up soon. And when she did, I would get the truth
Damien’s Perspective "She's fucking lying, Zyros. She's fucking lying straight to my face," I growled through gritted teeth, my wolf snarling inside me. The rage inside me was burning hotter with every second. How dare she? How dare she call me a disgrace to the werewolf world? How could she know about all of this? I knew someone had betrayed me—someone from my own pack had fed her this information. And yet, she stood there, lying so blatantly, claiming she knew by herself? Pathetic. Such a weak attempt at deception. But what angered me even more was her mentioning some kind of drink that allowed her to resist my compulsion. That shouldn’t be possible. I would rip the truth out of her myself. The entire pack was watching now, their eyes wide with shock and fear. I could feel their tension, their curiosity. They wanted to know what would happen next. But more importantly, I needed to remind them of something—of who I was. Of what happened to anyone who dared to challenge me. Seraphina
Damien’s Perspective Rage.That was the only thing I felt as I tackled Seraphina to the ground. The impact was harsh, and the moment her back hit the floor, I didn’t hesitate. My hand wrapped around her throat, my grip tightening as fury burned through my veins. Her eyes widened, her hands clawing at my wrist as she thrashed beneath me. But I didn’t let go. How could I? The woman lying beneath me—my mate—just admitted to killing my parents. My mother. My father. She didn’t hide it. She threw it in my face with a smirk. With mockery. With a cruel, twisted amusement that made my blood boil. I had spent years searching for their murderer. Years. I had torn apart every lead, hunted down every possible suspect, and yet—nothing. No clues. No sign. It's just an endless road of dead ends. And today... I find out the truth. Not from some hidden clue. Not from a traitor slipping information. But from her. Seraphina. The mate I thought the Moon Goddess had blessed me with. The woman I believed
Seraphina's perspective"Tell me, mate. How do I bring your wolf spirit back?" Zyros commanded, his voice loud and clear in front of his pack. I clenched my fists, my body aching from being thrown onto the ground. Still, I pushed myself up, rubbing my scraped knees. "I told you, I don’t know," I spat, my voice laced with defiance. Zyros narrowed his glowing golden eyes at me. "I see. You won’t talk, will you?" I could see it—his rage. His patience was wearing thin. Good. I wanted to push him. I wanted him to know that no matter what he did, I would not break. "Zyros, drop this shit. I don’t want to be a part of your world," I snapped. His expression darkened. "Not just my world, Seraphina. It’s yours too. You can’t change your fate just because of what happened to your family." The audacity. The sheer gall of this monster to bring up my family like that—like it was nothing! I saw red. "You fucking asshole!" I snarled, my rage boiling over. Zyros moved fast—so fast I barely saw him bef
Seraphina’s PerspectiveAs I stepped back inside the packhouse, my mind wasn’t at ease. My heart was still racing from what had just happened. Olivia was gone—hopefully, she would reach the city on time and leave the country before Damien or his men realized anything. But I wasn’t safe. Not yet. I had to figure out my own escape. How should I do it? Where could I go? I needed a plan—fast. The only reason I was still here was to buy Olivia some time. If Damien found out that I killed his deta and two of his warriors, he wouldn’t just rip me apart—he’d completely destroy me. I clenched my fists as I walked down the dimly lit hallway. The packhouse was eerily silent, with most of the pack members asleep. It was already past 2 AM. A few warriors were still patrolling, their heavy boots echoing against the wooden floor. I kept my head down, pretending I didn’t see them. Damien wasn’t back yet, but he would return in the morning. In just two days, my coronation ceremony would take place—whe
Seraphina's perspective Standing in Mason’s room, I clenched my fists, trying to keep my wolf, Ella, from taking over completely. It had been half an hour since Mason left to help Ethan’s mate. Half an hour since Olivia locked herself in the bathroom. And half an hour since I made my decision. Mason hadn’t returned yet, but I knew he would soon. My patience was running thin, my wolf pacing within me, ready to attack the moment he walked through that door. Today, I had to end this—all of it. If I helped Olivia without dealing with Mason first, he would hunt her down, torture her, and make her suffer worse than before. That was something I couldn’t allow. Mason needed to be taken out of the picture permanently. But I wasn’t naive. Once Damien found out, he would come after Olivia. And me. He would rip me apart without a second thought. But that was a problem for later. Right now, all that mattered was Olivia’s escape—and mine. I stared out the window, my mind racing through every possi
Seraphina's perspective A few days laterToday was the day. The day I would help Olivia escape this hell. The day I would finally remove at least one burden from my shoulders. I had been waiting for this moment for days—days filled with silence, anxiety, and endless overthinking. The last time I saw Olivia, she looked exhausted, her eyes hollow with suffering. But since then, she had disappeared. At every dinner, her seat remained empty. It was as if Mason had locked her away, keeping her isolated from everyone to teach her a lesson. I hated to think about what she was going through. But that was exactly why I had to get her out. I sat in Damien’s massive bedroom, my body stiff, my fingers digging into the fabric of my dress as I waited. He was gone—out on one of his merciless missions, slaughtering a pack that had dared to challenge him. That meant I had time. But when was the right moment to strike? I didn’t know. I didn’t know anything anymore. Damien wasn’t stupid. He had practic
Seraphina's perspective As I reached Mason’s room and placed my hand on the doorknob, my body froze. A loud scream echoed from inside, followed by the sound of something crashing. My heart dropped into my stomach. Olivia. I didn’t waste a second. With all the strength I had, I slammed the door open. The force sent it stumbling backwards, hitting the wall with a loud thud. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes landed on the scene before me. Mason had his hand wrapped around Olivia’s throat, gripping it so tightly that her face was turning red. She was struggling, her fingers weakly clawing at his wrist, trying to loosen his hold. But he wasn’t letting go. He was suffocating her. "GET OFF HER!" I roared, my voice filled with pure rage. Without thinking, I rushed forward and shoved Mason away from Olivia with all my strength. He stumbled back, caught off guard, his eyes widening in shock. But within seconds, his expression shifted, his jaw clenching as he stared at me. Then, to my su
Seraphina’s Perspective"Speak, love. I’m waiting for your answer." Damien’s voice was smooth, teasing, as his fingers traced my neck in a slow, deliberate motion. His touch sent a shiver down my spine, but not in the way he wanted. It wasn’t desire—it was pure, unfiltered disgust. Was he serious? No. No fucking way. He was actually demanding blowjob from me? Me taking his length in my mouth? No way in fucking hell. My hands clenched into fists as anger burned through my veins. Who the hell did he think he was? I had been pretending. Pretending to be a good mate. Pretending to obey him. Pretending that I was slowly accepting him. But this bastard? He was treating me like I was nothing—like I was just something to be used at his convenience. If he thought I was going to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted… "No, I wouldn’t," I spat, my voice laced with defiance. His eyes darkened, but his smirk remained."Hmm, then my answer is no." My breath caught in my throat. "You can’t do tha
Seraphina's perspective A month laterI stood by the large window of the castle, staring outside into the darkening sky. The moon was high, casting a silver glow over the vast land that stretched beyond the castle walls. The cool night breeze seeped in through the slightly open window, brushing against my skin, but it did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside me. One month. It had been an entire month since my nightmare began. A month since I became Damien’s puppet, I was forced to play the role of his obedient little mate. A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts"Luna, may I come in?" A voice called from behind me. I didn’t turn around. My fingers clenched the windowsill as I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat. "Yes, you can." My voice was blank, emotionless. The door creaked open, and the scent of one of Damien’s pack members filled the room. "Luna... Alpha is requesting your presence in the dining room. He asked me to take you there for dinner," she said carefu
Damien's PerspectiveThe training grounds were filled with the sharp scent of sweat and blood as I watched my pack members spar. The morning sun did little to warm the icy rage coursing through my veins. My fists clenched at my sides as I took in the weaklings before me. Their movements were sloppy, their stance unbalanced. I was in no mood for this today. "Train harder. There's no place for weaklings in my pack," I barked, my voice echoing across the open field. My wolves flinched but quickly straightened under my glare. My patience was already wearing thin. If I had to see another pathetic excuse for a fighter, I would rip their throats out myself. I turned my gaze to Raymond, who stood hesitantly at the edge of the group. His shoulders were hunched as if he already knew what was coming. I sneered. Coward."Raymond, shift and attack your opponent!" I ordered, my tone leaving no room for argument. He hesitated before shaking his head. "Alpha, my wolf... he isn't cooperating with me,"
Seraphina’s PerspectiveA sharp, throbbing pain pounded in my skull, making it impossible to think clearly. My body felt like it had been crushed under a boulder—every inch of me ached, my muscles screaming in agony. I groaned, trying to shift, but the searing burn around my wrists and ankles made me freeze. My eyes snapped open. What the hell? My vision was blurry at first, but as it cleared, my heart dropped. I was in Damien’s room. His scent was everywhere—dark musk, cedarwood, and something intoxicating. But the warmth and comfort of his space did nothing to ease the terror clawing at my chest. Because I wasn’t just laying on his bed. I was chained. Thick silver chains wrapped tightly around my wrists and ankles, pinning me to the bed. The second I tried to move, a burning pain tore through my skin, sending a choked hiss past my lips. I clenched my teeth, my eyes widening in horror as I fully took in my situation. Silver chains. Not just any chains—ones specifically designed to t
Damien’s Perspective Shock. That was the only word running through my mind as I stared at the white wolf standing in the centre of the battlefield. Seraphina… she's a fucking white wolf. My jaw tightened, my hands clenched into fists at my sides, but I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her wolf, Ella, was unlike anything I had ever seen—massive, pure white, and radiating raw power. The sunlight reflected off her pristine coat, making her seem almost untouchable, divine even. My wolf, Zyros, was restless in my head, clawing to the surface. He let out a deep growl, his desire to mark her in this form making my body tense with restraint."She’s beautiful," Zyros murmured. "I want her. I want to play with her, mark her, make her ours even in her wolf form." I gritted my teeth. "Not now. The fight isn't over yet." I turned my gaze toward Scarlett, who was already in her wolf form. Her brown fur bristled with barely concealed fear, and she took an instinctive step back as Seraphina snarled,