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 perspective Damien’s fingers gripped my face tightly, his nails slightly digging into my skin as he smirked down at me. His touch made my stomach churn, but I forced myself to remain still. My heart pounded violently in my chest, and my breaths came out ragged. Panic clawed at my throat, making it hard to breathe. My body felt like it was shutting down, trapped in a moment that I couldn't escape. Then, I felt it—his fingers moving slowly, tracing small circles on my waist in a sickeningly gentle motion. My entire body tensed, and I bit down hard on my lip to stop myself from recoiling. The feeling of his touch made my skin crawl, and I fought the overwhelming urge to slap his hand away.“Relax, love,” Damien murmured, his voice filled with false amusement. “Why are you panicking? It’s not like I’m asking you to strip in front of me.” He smirked, watching me like I was nothing more than a plaything for his amusement. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms to k
Seraphina's Perspective"Pardon? What did you just say?" My voice came out sharp as I stood up from the bed, my body instantly moving backwards. Did I hear him, right? Did this twisted excuse of a wolf just command me to take off my clothes? Oh, hell no. There was no way in the world I would let him see me like that. The audacity—the sheer arrogance of him standing there half-naked, only in his underwear, as if I would willingly submit to him. Like I was already his. "No, forget about it," I snapped, my heart pounding so hard it echoed in my ears. My back hit the window, my fingers gripping the frame as I stared at him in defiance. "You're not my mate. Put that in your sick, twisted mind. And if you take even one step toward me, Damien, I swear I'll jump. You'll be looking at my dead body." A dark, amused chuckle left his lips, but his eyes—his eyes burned with something lethal. He wasn’t playing. He was serious. "Go ahead and jump." His voice was calm, chillingly so. "Who’s stopping
Seraphina's perspective Pain. That was the first thing I felt as I slowly regained consciousness. A sharp, unbearable pain that coursed through every inch of my body, making it impossible to move. My limbs felt heavy, and my bones ached as if they had been shattered and pieced back together in the wrong way. I was lying on bed cold and rough, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I was too broken, too numb. Silent tears slipped from the corners of my eyes, trailing down my face, soaking into the ground beneath me. But then, something changed. A scent—strong and overpowering—filled my nose, cutting through the agony clouding my mind. It was pine, fresh, and woody, carrying a dark, masculine intensity that sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. My breath hitched, and before I could stop myself, a single word slipped past my lips. "Mate." The moment I said it, my heart lurched in my chest. Horror settled deep in my stomach, twisting into something sickening. No, no, no. It couldn't b
Damien’s PerspectiveI leaned back in my chair, exhaling a cloud of smoke as the rich scent of my cigar filled the air. The room was dimly lit, the only sound being the steady ticking of the clock on the wall. My office reeked of power, dominance, and blood—just the way I liked it. Across from me stood my beta, Ethan, and my delta, Mason, both waiting for my command. "Alpha, which pack do you want us to attack next?" Ethan asked, his sharp eyes watching me closely. I took another slow drag of my cigar before answering. "I want the land on the north side now. I want you to send our soldiers there and wipe them out," I stated firmly. Ethan gave a curt nod, but before he could respond, Mason cleared his throat. "Alpha, we can do it, but don’t you think we should take it slow?" I arched a brow, exhaling smoke in his direction."And what reason do you have for delaying, Mason?" Mason straightened, his tone cautious. "Because early this morning, we had some intruders at the pack borders. It
Seraphina's perspective A cold shiver ran down my spine as I looked at Damien—no, not Damien. Zyros. His golden eyes glowed with raw dominance, his wolf fully in control. My heart pounded in my chest like a drum of warning, screaming at me to run, to fight, to do anything but stand here, trapped in his presence. But I wasn’t in control. Ella was. She stood tall, unbothered, her posture fearless, her gaze locked onto Zyros like she was challenging him. I felt trapped inside my own mind, merely an observer of what was unfolding before me.Then, without warning, Zyros moved. In a blink, he closed the distance between us, his large hands wrapping around my waist as he yanked me forward. A sharp gasp escaped me at the sudden impact, my body colliding against his firm chest. A foreign heat spread through me, something primal, something I hated. Then, to my absolute horror— a purr rumbled from my throat. No. No. NO! Disgust slammed into me like a tidal wave. This wasn’t me. This wasn’t what
Damien's Perspective Shocked. That's what I felt the moment I met Seraphina's wolf. I thought things would be different. I thought when she woke up, when I finally got to meet her wolf, she would be eager to see me. The mate bond should have overpowered her senses, making her crave me, making her desire to mark me, to love me, and to submit to me. To make love to me. But no. Everything turned out to be the exact opposite. If I say Seraphina's attitude is bad, then I'd be wrong. Because her wolf is ten times worse. Ella is a spoiled, defiant, insufferable bitch. She disrespected me. She challenged me. And she had the audacity-the fucking audacity-to raise her hands against me. Not once. Twice. She hit me-physically fucking hit me-as if I were some ordinary wolf beneath her. Like I wasn't her mate. Like I wasn't her Alpha. Like I wasn't the fucking hybrid king. I thought when Seraphina would wake up, her wolf would go against her. I thought Ella would give in to the mate bond, m
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,