Seraphina“Excuse me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at the person I was helping, who clearly wasn’t hiding their sarcasm.I couldn’t miss the sleek black SUV tailing us, smoothly maneuvering around every corner like it was the king of the road, skipping stop signs and lights.“Why the heck would Xandriel let you hit the mall solo?” I shot back, thinking about Xandriel—someone I knew well but never quite figured out.“He convinced the girls to grab stuff for the new place. Ricci and Kade were with us at first, but they got bored,” Talia explained. “I slipped away when no one was looking.”“Talia, ever wonder what Ricci and Kade actually do?” Her story was getting sketchier, and I wasn’t buying it. “Ricci is Xandriel’s right-hand guy, looking after the female wards. He doesn’t really leave pack land unless it’s important.” A chill settled in my gut, making me uneasy in my seat.“I don’t know much about Ricci. Kade mentioned Xandriel had some jobs for us in exchange for supplies. You know
SeraphinaMy response came out sharp, a hiss escaping my lips. "Forget your apology." The words carried not just frustration towards Talia, but a deeper resentment towards Xandriel and the looming threat of his return."Um, excuse me, but I'm a bit disoriented. I'm not familiar with this location. Can you please tell me where we are?" My voice faltered slightly, betraying the unease gnawing at me."Devil's Pond," Talia answered, her tone apologetic yet tinged with a loyalty that seemed to tether her more to Xandriel's commands than to any solidarity with me."Well, isn't that just typical." I took a deep breath, attempting to quell the rising tide of frustration. Being brought back here was a cruel twist of fate, sparking a surge of defiance as I mentally strategized potential escape routes. Despite my lack of swimming skills, the thought of being taken to an island in the middle of a lake rankled me. "Oh, for goodness sake.""I advise against using her name disrespectfully, Seraphina
Alexander I leaned back in my chair, loosening my tie as he made himself at home. He sipped whiskey from my crystal glass, the ice clinking softly, and took occasional drags from his cigarette, filling the air with smoke. I had hoped that with Seraphina's return, the tension and anger I felt toward Xandriel would finally fade away.But nope, it didn't happen like that.Seraphina was hard to connect with, always seeming deliberately provocative. I could tell she had her defenses up, like she was shielding something deeper. Her fear of me, and men in general, was obvious. I kept trying to figure out why she acted this way, not sure if I really wanted to know the full story.I feel the immense pain, stress, and suffering she must be going through. Even though she's often angry at me, I react the same way. I struggle to break this cycle, haunted by my own disappointment. I'm determined to ease her suffering and bring her some peace.She thinks her actions frustrate or anger me. It's not
Seraphina"Sorry, Seraphina, but I can't do that," he said, his eyes barely flicking in my direction. He mentioned that he’s married now. A sharp pang of disappointment twisted in my chest. I couldn't shake the thought of Xandriel torturing Alden. The image haunted me, making my stomach churn. Alden had to look out for his partner, who happened to be a woman.He let out a weary sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, same here. I should probably go back to him."Alden interrupted with a hesitant, "You—," as if he had more to say but couldn't find the words. Maybe Xandriel had toughened him up since I left. If Talia had mentioned to Xandriel that Alden was assisting us, he wouldn't be able to lend me a hand at the moment. "Just head out through this side door and you'll find yourself in the garden," he said, his voice wavering. I noticed the dark circles under his eyes, the way his shoulders slumped. He looked older, worn out, the years and stress having taken their toll on him."Ju
Seraphina"Come on, you can do it," Margo urged. I was so close to reaching our destination, but my muscles felt like they were on the verge of giving out. The thought of giving up on myself was overwhelming. "Hey, can you please?" The fear of what might be lurking beneath us in that dark lake gnawed at me. I couldn’t feel the ground below, and the uncertainty sent shivers down my spine.When we finally reached the shore, my legs felt like jelly. Every step was a struggle, and I was sure I might collapse at any moment. But Margo, ever determined, led us through another stretch of woods. I had no idea where we were or how far we were from any place with a phone or shelter.If we didn’t find somewhere to stay soon, I was certain I’d freeze to death.Against all odds, we made it through the woods. My legs were heavy as lead, and my head pounded from the effort of breathing in the cold air. I should be used to running by now—it’s second nature. But this time, each step was a battle, each
Seraphina"Are you doing okay?" His voice was surprisingly gentle—no impatience, no harshness. It was genuine and full of concern. I was taken aback; his tone was a stark contrast to our last encounter on the dock of his estate. Alexander was incredibly intelligent, but he often focused on the negatives, starting with the letdown. I got the sense he’d had a rough past and hadn’t fully bounced back, despite the years. His approach was a world apart from Margo’s."Hey, Seraphina!" His voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present.I took a deep breath, bracing myself. "Hey, why don’t you take me instead of Margo? She doesn’t deserve to be punished." My voice wavered with fear. I owed everything to Margo—without her, I’d probably still be trapped on that island with Xandriel. The thought of facing Alexander’s punishment was chilling. He was far stronger than Xandriel, all muscle and battle-hardened. His pack members were always well-behaved, and I knew why—Alexander was
Seraphina "Hey, Seraphina, no worries. No need to apologize." His voice was softer, almost gentle. "I have to admit, it was mostly my fault. Like Margo says, I can be a bit of a jerk sometimes." His admission surprised me. I'd never seen an alpha own up to his mistakes before. "We definitely had our disagreements, and I can’t help but feel this burning desire to protect you. It’s tough knowing what you’ve been through and feeling like I let you down.""Nah, I didn’t come here for your apology, Alpha." I wasn’t interested in him spilling his secrets—I just wanted a casual conversation. "Why are you going out of your way for me? There’s a chance you might face trouble from Xandriel and the Winona because of me. Why?""Hey, love, it’s not really—"I interrupted him. "I need to know, Alpha. This is pretty unusual." I looked straight into his eyes, searching for answers. "I’m concerned because there are women and children in this group who could be in danger because of me. I always had th
Seraphina "Yeah, I know," he sighed, brushing off my need for answers. "Got any other questions for me?" I cleared my throat, trying to steady my voice. I sank into the small chair in front of his desk, resting my hands on my lap, one hand gripping the other tightly."About Margo, what did you tell her when you guys were at the motel?" I asked, recalling how shaken Margo had been. She rarely showed fear, but she couldn’t hide it from her brother. It had been quite an adventure, battling on an island in the middle of a lake with dogs chasing us. What Alexander had reminded her of—revisiting past events—really freaked her out. "It felt like history repeating itself between the two of you.""Eh, it was no big deal." Alexander glanced at me, getting up from his desk chair and weaving through the scattered piles of paperwork on the floor. He plopped down on the front of his desk, casually leaning against it with his arms crossed. His proximity made my heart race, craving his touch."You
As Frederick closed in on Zion, his eyes burned with a fierce desire for revenge. The effects of the sickness still lingered, fueling his rage. “I’ll get you, you traitor!” Frederick roared, his voice echoing with anger.Zion, though fully aware of the gravity of the situation, fought not just for his own survival but for the peace they all desperately sought. “Anastasia only needs you, Frederick!” he pleaded. “Don’t let your anger destroy everything we’ve worked for!”Just as Frederick was about to strike, a voice cut through the chaos. “Hey, hold up!”Anastasia stepped between them, her eyes a mixture of sadness and resolve. “Frederick, come on!” she called out, her voice trembling with a blend of fear and determination. “We need to find another way.”But Frederick, driven by rage, didn’t even glance her way. His focus remained fixed on Zion, and he ignored her plea.Desperate to reach Frederick, Anastasia called out again. “Frederick, it’s me! It’s Anastasia!” Her voice was laced w
“She’s with Zion,” I said casually, watching his face change as fear and anger flashed across his features.“Who is Zion?” His confusion was clear, and I could see that talking about my sister was only making things worse. My hesitation to be completely honest had led us here, but I had to face the consequences.“Xandriel’s kid,” I explained. The fear in Frederick’s eyes was unmistakable. The gravity of the situation was sinking in.Frederick’s frustration flared again. “Are you serious?” he demanded, his voice rising. “Where are they?”“Hey, Frederick, let’s just hang tight,” I said, trying to calm him. “We’ve got a plan, and I’m confident it’s going to work. You’ve got to trust me on this one.” To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I believed myself, but Victor was our last hope. If this plan failed, it would be the end of the line.“I’m here to lend a hand and sort this out,” Frederick pleaded as I removed the final sensors from him, triggering the beeping monitors once more. Despite his
“You’re not feeling well,” I said nonchalantly, not even bothering to look at him. It was like fate had led us to this moment. It was wild to think we’d end up here, but it felt like it was meant to be.Frederick let out an exasperated sigh, clearly uncomfortable. “I’ve never been sick,” he said, sounding both frustrated and bewildered. The bed creaked as he shifted, and the sheets rustled around him.“Hey, there’s a first time for everything. Just chill,” I advised, watching as he struggled to sit up. To my surprise, he actually listened, though it was clear the pain was taking its toll. “You’re not the strongest, but that’s totally fine.”“I can’t be weak,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, as he noticed the IV tubes snaking into his arms. The sight of him, once a formidable Warrior, now so vulnerable, was unsettling.I was still angry as he said, “You would either be this way or dead.” The room fell into a heavy silence as he stared at me, his expression one of confusi
When Darius mentioned dinner plans, Zion grabbed my arm and pulled me away, his urgency almost making me forget we were pretending. As we walked down the hallway, Darius called out, “This party is going to be one for the books!” I clung to Zion, gripping his wrists for support. My mind raced, trying to take in my surroundings in case things went wrong. Zion guided me into a bedroom and closed the door behind us, marking the end of what felt like an interminable journey.“Hugo,” I breathed, my anxiety spiking as I turned to face Zion. Hugo seemed like a real threat to our plans. “Nah, Zion, I just can’t—I really can’t.”Darius’s voice was reassuring as he said, “I won’t let him lay a finger on you, Anastasia. You just have to trust me.” He mentioned a dinner with friends to celebrate Victor, just as Zion had said. “Just gotta get through dinner, and our armies will be here.”I shook my head slightly, grabbing Zion by the shirt. “Can’t stop him. He’s a force to be reckoned with.” Hugo
“Oh, it’s for Frederick,” I said casually. His name stumbled awkwardly off my tongue. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I wished we could just be together as we should be—he was the only one I truly loved. We started this journey together. When Frederick wakes up, I’ll be gone, and I have no clue how he’ll handle that.Zion’s curiosity piqued, “How do you do this? Despite everything that’s happened, you still think it’ll get better?” He seemed to have his own scars, a hint of betrayal in his voice.“One day, there’s gotta be a light in the dark,” I replied, trying to stay hopeful. “I didn’t come all this way just to stop now.”Zion placed his hand over mine on the middle console, a casual gesture but one that held a lot of weight. “You good to go? Can you trust me?”“Yeah, I don’t,” I admitted. Looking back, trusting him seemed like my only option. Tomorrow could be a game-changer for Frederick. It’s funny—never thought I’d be the one to take down Winona. Many had tried before me an
“I’ve got a couple of things to mention,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “My aunt Margo gets away with it. Frederick keeps his distance. I don’t want him anywhere near them.” I gave a nod to indicate that was settled.“Yeah, I agree,” Zion said, casually crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. “He won’t be waking up for a few days. Diego has enough power to keep him out for a while. Can we wrap this up?” His casual demeanor masked the gravity of the situation as I paced back and forth in front of Nereus, discussing our sneaky plan.“I can work as quickly as you need me to, sweetheart,” Zion assured, though the term of endearment stung. I felt a pang of guilt for going behind Frederick’s back while he lay unconscious, the weight of my actions heavy on my conscience. “This is our only chance. If we mess this up, we’re all going to end up six feet under on that Winona farm. This is our one shot, so we’d better not blow it.”“So, what’s the game plan?” I asked, trying to f
Curiosity nudged me as I trailed behind Diego and the others. “Do you think he’ll remember anything he did while the wolf was in control?” I asked casually, my voice barely above a whisper.“No way,” Jamie replied. That was the answer I’d hoped for. The thought that he wouldn’t remember my lies or the sting of the needle brought a small, bitter relief. Still, the guilt gnawed at me for causing him pain. Cassius stayed close, a quiet presence as we watched Frederick being carried down the hallway.“You did the right thing,” Cassius said softly, as if sensing my turmoil. But something felt off. The pain of betrayal cut deep, a raw ache I had never experienced before. The treachery felt like a knife twisting inside me.“I wish it didn’t hurt so much,” I whispered, trying to shove the painful memory aside. Suddenly, Nereus burst back up the stairs, blocking our path.“Hey, Anastasia, you might want to come downstairs,” Nereus said, his voice tinged with unease. I shot a look at Cassius, w
Eventually, footsteps roused me from my restless sleep, guiding me to the other side of the bedroom door. When Frederick walked in, I let out a sigh of relief. The deep concern I felt for him was overwhelming, and I could barely stand it."I swung by Diego's office first, but you weren’t there," Frederick said casually, loosening his tie. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the nagging thought of that ring sitting untouched in the desk drawer."I'm feeling much better," I said, forcing a smile. If he’d been paying attention, he’d have seen through the lie."I noticed that," he remarked, unbuttoning his shirt with a relaxed air. I shifted restlessly on the bed, trying to play it cool and hoping he wouldn’t catch on."Where have you been?" Frederick chuckled as if it was the most ridiculous question. "I got a bit concerned when you weren’t around when I woke up.""I left Rollo to take care of you," I said, watching as he turned away. He placed his rings on the desk and reached for two ne
I tread carefully, trying to avoid rushing and risk encountering more trouble at the cellar stairs. The silence around me was eerie, and I kept my eyes sharp, scanning for any sign of danger. My mind flitted to the idea of calling my dad, but I hesitated. I didn’t want him dragged into this mess, fearing he might try to drag me back home. Maybe it was pride, or maybe it was the fear of his interference.Then there was Estelle. I thought about her growing up, reaching her prime, and hoped she’d never have to rely on her body like I had. It was comforting, though, to see her following in her father’s footsteps in her own way, even if it wasn’t ideal."Anastasia?" I heard Nereus’s faint voice. I picked up the pace, jogging towards the sound. As I rounded the corner, I saw the boys restrained in separate corners, but Nereus was the only one awake."Nereus?" I knelt beside him and quickly worked on untying the ropes burning his wrists. They smelled strongly of wolfsbane. "What did those pe