Seraphina
Once more, it was raining hard, like it hadn't stopped since I arrived. I asked Alexander to leave me alone because his angry fits were too much for me.
That weirdo!
He treated me oddly, almost unfairly.
I didn't want to leave the room, so I stayed put. I'd never been apart from Xandriel for this long, and we were far away from each other and I’m liking it.
Without me, he didn't have much power because he can’t do simple stuff to take care of himself. He can’t even cook a simple meal.
When the bedroom door opened, I got scared, my heart racing. I could hear my own pulse in my ears. I didn't dare look back to see who it was. I guess my stay is over, and I can hear someone starting to come in.
"Are you hungry?" Alexander's voice bounced off the walls, and I trembled. I wanted to act brave, to show no fear. "Do you want to come to dinner with me?" He tried to ask, but seemed afraid of being rejected. It was like he didn't know how.
This man wasn't inexperienced, he must've been with many girls.
"No," I said firmly. Even though he grumbled behind me, I didn't want to leave the room. I was scared of what might happen. Maybe it wasn't just dinner, who knows.
"Please," he said, his eyes rolling. "I don't always ask nicely. Plus, the pack is going out to train. We'll be alone," I preferred to eat alone than with someone like him, and I didn't want to be alone with him. I wasn't sure what he wanted. I didn't know if he liked me or was annoyed by my presence.
"Just dinner?" I asked, noticing his impatience in the doorway. Part of me wanted to give in and let him have his way, but the other part was scared. I didn't want to be near him at all.
"Just dinner," he repeated. I sighed in relief, glad he couldn't see my eyes. The rain pounded against the window, fogging it up.
"No," I said again, then I heard his footsteps approaching. I turned quickly and pressed against the window. He stopped just a few inches from me, and my heart raced.
"But, but I just asked you! I told everyone else to leave so we could have dinner alone. Join me!" Alexander's face was red, yelling at me. He looked incredulous, as if I should just obey.
"And I said no!" At this point, I'd rather go hungry. He was so rude and arrogant, expecting me to bow down to him. As he came closer, I leaned against the window. His anger was intense. My mind raced with things I could say to hurt him, to make him leave, slam the door, and say, "I'd rather work for all your men than be with you!"
It wasn't true, and I hoped he wouldn't take it as an offer. I saw him puff up his chest, his eyes glazing over instantly.
He came at me so fast, I panicked and shot away as hard as I could. I had nowhere left to run.
Suddenly, the French windows swung open, startling me. I tumbled backward, rain pelting my skin.
The anger on Alexander's face disappeared, replaced by fear.
His hands grabbed my wrists quickly, pulling me back to safety. If I fell out that window, I'd be dead for sure. As soon as my feet touched the ground, he let go, remembering I didn't want him to touch me again.
"Are you seriously trying to kill yourself?!" He was really mad, and I was upset. I wanted to go home, but I stayed for my people's sake. "What's wrong with you?"
"That wouldn't have happened if you weren't so mean! Close the windows! Stay away from me!" I snapped, holding back tears. I didn't want him to see me cry.
"Even if you don't want me as your mate, I'm still your alpha! You'll listen to me whether you like it or not." He got in my face, yelling loudly. This was just like Xandriel. "If not, you'll face consequences!"
"I can handle it," I said firmly, trying not to show fear, though I was scared. "You’re no different from Xandriel… You’re both cruel! But you know what? I am not afraid of you!"
"You reject me, think I'm cruel? I'll show you what cruel really is. Want to serve my men?" he spat, storming toward the door. "Then fine! You have no choice now!" He slammed the door shut on his way out. I couldn't breathe. Would he really force me? No way. Maybe I should've taken his offer, but maybe I was too stubborn. I moved toward the door.
That was it for dinner, right? I could suffer through it and come back up here afterward.
I reached for the door.
To my surprise, Alexander was still there, looking sad. I thought he'd be gone, spreading rumors about me.
I had to leave this place as soon as I could.
"What do you want from me before you let me go?" I noticed the bruises on my arms where he grabbed me unintentionally. He was so strong. I could only imagine his true strength. "Why do you insist on keeping me? What do you really want?"
"You're my mate, Seraphina, and I'll have you one way or another," Alexander said, turning away and walking down the hall, growling to himself. I could relate. I hurried to catch up as I followed him out of the room.
I was breathless, wanting to escape this house. "I belong to Xandriel," I said. "I bear his mark." Alexander stopped, and I bumped into him. He tried to look at my neck without touching me. He wouldn't find it there. It wasn't there, so.
"I don't see any mark," he said, sounding relieved, but he shouldn't have been because I still had it. It wasn't where it should've been. "If you're trying to make me mad by lying, it won't work." I lifted my shirt just above my belly button so Alexander could see half of the mark on my hip. My jeans covered the other half.
"Xandriel put it there so no one would see," I explained, crossing my arms and dropping my shirt. Alexander exploded in anger again, fists clenched. "We can end this easily, Alpha," I suggested. "Just reject me."
"Never," His look was sincere, but possessive. Lust swept over me, desire building up.
"Don’t you crave for other women? You can have anyone or as much as you want. I don't care who, just let me go." The skin-to-skin contact was tearing me apart because of our bond, our mate bond. My body craved more.
"I only want you, Seraphina. You bear his mark, but mine will be much more obvious," he said, looking at me. My cheeks burned, and every part of me urged me to give in. It was so fucking hard to resist. "No one will ever question your connection to me. You are destined to be my Luna and you will always be," he said before he went downstairs.
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