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What game is this now? she wondered bitterly, her contempt bubbling back to the surface. Of course, this entire situation was by his design. The overbearing bastard had likely ensured they shared the same space to keep her under his thumb. She imagined the smug conversations he must have had, ordering everyone to keep her in his proximity. She drew in a deep breath, inhaling slowly as she fought to calm herself. They think keeping me near the strongest will stop me from running? They think I won’t find a way out? Her jaw tightened, and she steeled herself. I’ll show them just how wrong they are. With her composure somewhat regained, she sauntered toward the bathroom, forcing herself to move with deliberate confidence. Her chin lifted, her steps measured, her expression schooled into one of icy indifference. Adolphus was nowhere to be seen as she reached the bathroom door. She didn’t know whether to feel relief or irritation that he hadn’t thrown some arrogant
Seraphina left Adolphus’s room with her towel draped over her arm, her bare feet padding softly on the wooden floor. The oversized shorts she wore were a nuisance, slipping low on her hips with every step, forcing her to adjust them constantly. Each movement irritated her further. The faint clinking of cutlery reached her ears as she stepped into the main hall, which doubled as a living and dining space. Adolphus was seated at a modest table near the kitchen, his broad frame slouched slightly as he laid out a simple meal. His movements were deliberate yet unhurried, as though he had all the time in the world to enjoy his existence. “Come eat,” he said casually, his voice carrying a soft authority, almost as though he expected her compliance. She halted, her eyes narrowing. “I don’t like bread,” she deadpanned, each word laced with deliberate indifference. Adolphus didn’t look up right away, calmly continuing his task as though her sharp tone didn’t faze h
The house was oppressively silent, the kind of quiet that felt intentional, as if the world itself wanted her to sit with her thoughts and stew. Seraphina leaned against the windowsill, staring out at the scenery beyond. The weather was unexpectedly pleasant, a soft, balmy breeze carrying the faint scent of pine and damp earth. She had imagined werewolves living in bustling packs, constantly surrounded by noise and activity. But here? There was only the quiet hum of nature, a stillness she didn’t trust. Where is everyone? she thought, her brow furrowing. But she wouldn’t ask. She didn’t want to know. She had planned to do nothing today. No exploring, no stepping outside the house—just sitting in solitude and waiting for this nightmare to end. But as the minutes dragged on, she realized there was nothing in the house to hold her interest. No books to read, no distractions to cling to. Or maybe she simply didn’t want to be interested in anything Adolphus or his worl
“Nothing to do with it?” the younger woman cut in, laughing bitterly. “Your family hunted us. Killed our alpha. And now we’re supposed to just accept you? Never.” The others muttered in agreement, their gazes like daggers slicing into her. Seraphina’s heart pounded, but she forced herself to stand tall. “Your people retaliated,” she shot back, her voice sharper now. “You killed my family. Doesn’t that make you just as guilty?” The older woman’s jaw tightened, but her glare didn’t waver. “You’re lucky we haven’t done worse,” she said coldly. “You don’t belong here, Hunter’s daughter.” Seraphina felt the words like a blow to her chest, but she refused to let them see her pain. She lifted her chin, her eyes blazing. “I didn’t choose to be here,” she said. “And if you think I want anything to do with any of you, you’re wrong. I was abducted and kept here against my will” “We still wonder why,” the snided. She turned sharply, her sandals crunching against the gravel as she w
Adolphus watched from below, his smirk softening into something almost…admiring. But when she glanced down at him, he quickly looked away, back to his feet, as if she were the one who’d been caught staring. She sighed and before she’d look up again he was perched up and smiling down to her, her eyes widened and she looked down, he landed square before her eyes making her roll her eyes. “Show-off,” she muttered, shaking her head as she continued upward. Séraphina knew more of foreign animals than Adolphus because her parent, her family were supernatural hunters and they caught and brought all sort of creatures. A monkey was one of them one day and Seraphina was happy she won this argument. Finally, she reached the wide, flat branch she’d been aiming for. She perched on it carefully, her legs dangling over the edge. The view from up there was breathtaking—endless trees stretching out in every direction, the sky an endless expanse of blue above her. For t
“I’ll find it. I’m a Hunter,” she snapped, throwing the words over her shoulder without breaking stride. Adolphus winced theatrically, one hand lifting to his temple as though her words had physically pained him. “You might want to keep that down,” he warned, his voice quieter but no less firm. That stopped her. She turned to face him, her golden eyes blazing as she leveled him with a glare that could have melted steel. For a moment, they stood there in silence, her anger crackling in the air between them like an electrical storm. Adolphus just smiled, a slow, crooked grin that didn’t bother hiding his amusement. “Careful,” he said softly. “Your glare might actually work if you keep practicing.” Her jaw clenched, and without another word, she turned sharply on her heel and resumed her march toward the settlement, her strides longer and quicker than before. Adolphus shook his head with a small laugh, falling into step behind her. He didn’t say anything more
After finishing her meal, Seraphina pushed back her chair, her movements stiff and reluctant. She glanced at Adolphus’s mother, who stood by the sink washing dishes, her kindness palpable in every gesture. Seraphina swallowed her pride and mumbled, “Thank you for the food.” His mother turned, her smile gentle and understanding. “You’re welcome, dear. You can always come back if you need anything.” Seraphina gave a faint nod, clutching the bundle of clothes to her chest as she left. The moment she stepped out of the house, she heard footsteps behind her. Adolphus was following, his strides long and casual, but his presence was anything but subtle. She glanced over her shoulder. “Why are you following me?” she snapped, her voice laced with irritation. “I want to make sure you don’t get lost,” he said smoothly, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Wouldn’t want you wandering into the woods and getting eaten.” “I can handle myself,” she retorted, quickeni
“I'm curious about how you all can dance and laugh after destroying my family,” she said, her voice low but cutting. Her words hung in the air between them, and for a moment, the music and laughter seemed distant. Adolphus’s smirk faded. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at her. “We grieve in our own ways, Seraphina,” he said softly, his voice barely audible above the music. “You don’t have to understand it.” Her jaw tightened, but she didn’t reply. Instead, she stared at the dancers, her chest tightening with a mix of anger and sadness. She refused to show weakness, especially here, but the weight of everything was suffocating. “Stay for a while,” Adolphus said, breaking the silence. His voice had softened, almost gentle. “You might learn something.” She shot him a glare. “I don’t want to learn anything from you.” But she didn’t leave. Something kept her rooted to the spot, and despite herself, she found her gaze wanderi
“Do you want me to kiss you again?”This was the man who had taken her, stripped her from her life, forced her into his world. The man she was supposed to despise, to fear.But her gaze fell to his lips—full, slightly parted, begging to be claimed or to claim her.And then back to his eyes—smoldering, predatory, desperate.Hot.Wanting.Their breaths mingled, the distance between them growing thinner, vanishing like smoke in the wind.She blinked.And then he moved—fast, sudden, like a wolf striking its prey.His mouth crashed into hers, rough and unyielding, a clash of fire and ice, hatred and desire.His hand gripped the back of her neck, anchoring her to him as if he were afraid she’d slip away. Her fingers curled into his shirt, not to push him away—but to pull him closer.It was a kiss that tasted like war.And she hated how much she wanted to lose the battle.They parted.The moment hung between them—thick, electric, alive.Seraphina’s breath came shallow, her chest heaving agai
Seraphina met his gaze, fire burning in her veins.“Why do you really want me here, Adolphus?” she asked, her voice steady, but her heart thundered beneath the surface.He didn’t answer right away. His smirk faltered, a flicker of something raw passing through his eyes.“Another question,” he said smoothly, leaning back against the wall.“No,” she snapped. “Answer me.”His jaw tightened. For a moment, she thought he’d brush her off again, but then—“Because you’re mine.”Seraphina let out a harsh laugh, shaking her head. “That’s a stupid answer.”Adolphus’s lips parted—then he closed them again, exhaling softly through his nose. His head tilted back for a beat before his voice broke the silence.“Because without you, I’m nothing,” he said, his tone rough, like the words were clawing their way out. “I’ll be incomplete.”Seraphina’s breath hitched.“I need you to complete me,” he continued. “To be my other half.”Her heart slammed against her ribs, but she bit the inside of her cheek, r
The door swung open again.“In fact, come here,” Adolphus bellowed.Before Seraphina could react, he was already on her, swift and forceful. His strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. She gasped, struggling instinctively, her fists pounding against his chest.“Put me down!” she spat, writhing against his grip.Adolphus didn’t even flinch. If anything, her resistance seemed to amuse him.“You had your chance to jump,” he mused, carrying her effortlessly toward the massive bed in the center of the room. “Now, you’ll stay exactly where I want you.”She thrashed harder, but his hold was unyielding. “You can’t just—““Shut up,” he growled.Adolphus didn’t just toss her onto the bed—he carried her straight out of her room.“Put me down!” Seraphina shrieked, pounding at his chest, but he didn’t even slow his stride.The halls blurred past her in a rush of torchlight and shadows, the distant murmurs of wolves filling the silence. She twisted in his grip, trying
She didn’t want to speak to him. Didn’t want to acknowledge him.But her body had other ideas. Hunger gnawed at her insides, and despite the storm raging in her mind, she reached for the plate.Adolphus said nothing, either.He simply set the tray down and stepped back, watching as she picked at the food.It was simple—bread, stew, water—but it was warm. He had brought it for her.The realization unsettled her.She focused on eating, pretending he wasn’t there, pretending her hands weren’t trembling from exhaustion.But Adolphus wasn’t fooled.His gaze swept over her, taking in every detail—her paleness, the stiffness in her posture, the way she barely moved her injured leg.Without a word, he crouched beside her, his fingers reaching for her bandages.Seraphina flinched.“I’m just checking,” he murmured. His voice was calm, careful. Like he was dealing with a wounded animal.She hated it.Hated that he saw her like this. Weak. Helpless.But she said nothing.He peeled back the bandage
Seraphina sat in the dim, unfamiliar room, her breathing shallow, her fingers clutching the edges of the blanket wrapped around her shoulders.The fire in the hearth crackled softly, casting flickering shadows on the walls, but its warmth did little to chase away the cold lodged deep in her bones.She wouldn’t say it. She wouldn’t admit it.But she had been scared.Not just startled. Not just wary. Terrified.She could still feel the ghost of the boar’s tusk grazing her skin, the thunderous weight of its charge shaking the ground beneath her.She could still hear the monstrous snarl that tore through the silence of the woods—the sound of death coming for her.And for the first time in her life, she had thought—this is it.She hadn’t been ready.She had faced many things before—hunters, battles, the weight of her family’s expectations—but never had she felt so powerless.The memory gripped her like a vice.#####The air had been thick with silence.That eerie kind of stillness where eve
Adolphus stormed back into the room, the door slamming shut behind him.Seraphina flinched at the sound but quickly steeled herself, glaring at him as he loomed over her.“What do you want now?” she spat, her voice sharp despite the pain in her leg.Adolphus didn’t answer right away. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his hands clenched at his sides.He looked at her like he was waging a war within himself, like he was barely holding something back.“You were going to leave,” he finally said, his voice low but filled with something dangerous.She scoffed. “Of course I was! You kidnapped me, Adolphus! You ripped me away from my home, my life—everything! And now you expect me to just sit here and accept it?” Her golden eyes blazed with fury. “I will never accept this. Never.”His jaw tightened, and he took a slow, deliberate step forward. “You don’t understand, Seraphina. I had no choice.”“No choice?” she laughed bitterly, though it came out shaky. “You always have a choice. Bu
Adolphus sat beside Seraphina on the edge of the bed, his hands moving with surprising tenderness as he carefully cleaned the wounds on her arms.The cuts from the boar were shallow but still stung as he applied a soothing balm, his touch featherlight despite the intensity in his eyes.Seraphina couldn’t help but frown, her brows furrowing as she watched him. How could he be so gentle now, after everything?She had just tried to escape him, yet here he was, tending to her injuries with more care than she had ever seen from him.It was confusing, maddening even. What was the point of this tenderness? She’d never want to stay.He shouldn’t bother, she thought bitterly.She turned her head away, trying to ignore the warmth of his hands against her skin, the way his fingers lingered a little too long over each bandage.Adolphus said nothing, his focus entirely on treating her wounds.He could feel her eyes on him, feel the tension radiating from her, but he didn’t look up.He knew she didn
Panic flared in his chest, and his eyes scanned the area frantically. That was when he heard it—a heart-stopping wail of pain.His blood ran cold as the scent of fear and blood filled his nostrils. Without hesitation, he bolted towards the sound, his heart pounding in his chest.Seraphina had tried to run, but the moment she stepped out of the river, she was met with a growl that froze her in place.From the shadows emerged a massive wild boar, its tusks gleaming menacingly as it charged at her.Wolves and boars had long been enemies, the boars known for their viciousness and relentless attacks on the wolves' territory. And now, one of those beasts had cornered her.The boar struck, and Seraphina barely managed to dodge, but its tusk grazed her leg, tearing through her flesh.She cried out in pain, stumbling backward, her hands trembling as she tried to fend off the creature with a fallen branch.It wasn’t enough. The boar was relentless, it's dark eyes filled with rage as it charged a
For just a second, she allowed herself to sink into the warmth of him.Adolphus was still speaking, his voice a low, gravelly rumble vibrating against her cheek where it rested against his chest.His words were clipped, serious, something about territory and agreements—pack business, no doubt. But even as he handled it, he never stopped holding her.His hand moved in slow, steady circles over her back, the motion soothing in a way that unsettled her. She wasn’t supposed to find comfort in him.And yet, here she was.Her fingers curled slightly into his shirt, gripping it without thinking. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the slow rise and fall of his breathing.It wasn’t supposed to feel this natural.Adolphus shifted slightly, adjusting his hold, making sure she was secure. His body was solid, unwavering, a pillar in a storm she didn’t realize she’d been bracing against.Her heartbeat slowed. The fear from before melted into something quieter, something that had nothing to