Seraphine’s POV
“Do you ever cook for him, Seraphine?” Elena asked, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.
I sipped my tea slowly, buying time. “Cook? For Lucien?” I shrugged. “Not really my thing.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You’re Luna now. It wouldn’t hurt to surprise your mate with something homemade every now and then. I mean, you already have him wrapped around your finger. Imagine how much tighter the knot would be with your cooking skills.”
I chuckled, though the idea unsettled me. “I don’t think he’d care. He’s busy with pack matters most of the time.”
Elena leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You don’t have to want to. But everyone’s watching you, Seraphine. They want proof that you’re a perfect Luna—devoted, loving, and all that. Baking cookies might just silence those whispers about you not being ‘worthy.’”
Her words hit a nerve. I hated that she was right. The pack already saw me as an outsider—a wolfless Luna with no bloodline to back up my title. I haven't ever been accepted anywhere, my brothers forced me to marry Kiran months after my parents died. Fortunately for me, Lucien was my mate.
But even here in his pack, I’m not welcomed. I am even denied access to some places in the Pack House, especially the attic. Lucien has always kicked against me going there. Moreover, I was never interested in this marriage, all I want to do is find out who killed my parents. I don't know why, but I have a strong feeling I can get more answers from the attic. Anyways, I know I wont stop trying till I get what I want.
“Hello… come back to me”, Elena said, even as she noticed I was lost in my thoughts.
“Sorry, I was just carried away by some crazy thoughts.”
“It's fine”, she said. “So are you gonna finally prepare something for Lucien?”
My stomach twisted at the thought of cooking for Lucien, not out of love, but to keep up appearances.
“I’ll think about it,” I mumbled, setting my cup down.
Just then, a young warrior ran into the garden, skidding to a stop before us. He was panting heavily, his eyes darting between Elena and me.
“Luna,” he began. “There’s been... an incident. Beta Ryder’s son got into a fight with one of the warriors. The other wolf claims it wasn’t his fault, but… during the fight, Ryder’s son killed the bird Alpha Lucien gave you.”
The words barely registered at first. The bird. The one Lucien gave me on the day of our mating ceremony, calling it a “symbol of our bond.” I never cared for the creature, but I’d learned to feign attachment, just as I’d learned to feign love for Lucien.
I stood, brushing off my dress. “Where are they?”
“In the courtyard,” the warrior replied.
Elena shot me a concerned glance, but I ignored it, even as I headed towards the courtyard.
****
The courtyard was a mess. Darien stood tall, his chest puffed out as if daring anyone to challenge him. His opponent, a younger wolf named Kai, had a split lip and a defiant glint in his eye. The lifeless body of the bird lay between them, its once-bright feathers dull and lifeless.
“Luna Seraphine,” Darien said with a mock bow as I approached. His tone was dripping with sarcasm. “I trust you’ll handle this situation fairly.”
Fairly. The word soured on my tongue. Darien was a bully, and everyone knew it. His brother, Ryder always defended him, no matter how much trouble he caused.
Kai stepped forward, his voice steady despite the tension. “He started it. I only defended myself.”
Darien snorted. “Lies. He insulted me first. What was I supposed to do? Let him get away with it?”
I studied them both, my mind racing. Punishing Kai for defending himself felt wrong, but punishing Darien would undoubtedly stir up more whispers about my lack of authority as Luna.
“Is that so?” I asked, keeping my tone neutral. “Kai, why would you provoke him?”
“I didn’t,” Kai said, holding my gaze. “But does it really matter? Everyone thinks you’re too soft. That you’ll let him go because you’re scared of Beta and his brother.”
Darien smirked. “Watch it, kid. You’re already in a lot of trouble.”
I ignored Darien and kept my focus on Kai. His words hit me hard—not because they were mean, but because they were true. The pack didn’t want me as their Luna.
“Elena, get me Beta Ryder,” I said over my shoulder. Moments later, Ryder appeared, his expression stormy as he marched into the courtyard.
“My little brother has done nothing wrong,” he declared before I could even speak. “That bird was a gift to you from the Alpha himself. Don’t you think the one who started this should be punished?”
I took a steadying breath, forcing my expression to stay calm. “Perhaps we should hear both sides before making a decision—”
“Or perhaps,” Ryder cut me off with a look, his voice sharp and loud enough for the gathering wolves to hear, “a wolf-less woman like you should know her place. A Luna who can’t even shift has no right to judge wolves who actually contribute to this pack. Do you even know what it means to lead? Or are you just here because the Alpha felt sorry for you?”
The murmurs around us grew louder, a few wolves snickering at her words. Ryder took a step closer, his lips curling into a mocking smile. “You talk about fairness and decisions, but what have you ever done for this pack? You can’t fight, you can’t protect, and you certainly can’t command respect. Maybe it’s time you realized what everyone else already knows—you don’t belong here, Luna.”
The insult hit harder than I expected. My cheeks burned with anger, but I refused to let him see how much his words affected me.
Before I could respond, a deep, commanding voice cut through the room.
“That’s enough!!”
The crowd instantly parted, and Lucien walked forward. His powerful presence silenced everyone, even Ryder. His eyes found mine, and in them, I saw anger—but also concern. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between us.
“Come here,” he said, his voice softer now but no less firm. Before I could respond, he grabbed me gently but firmly, pulling me into his chest. His arms wrapped around me, shielding me from everyone’s stares.
I barely had a moment to catch my breath before he tilted my chin up with his fingers. His lips pressed against mine—warm, firm, and so soothing. When he pulled back, his lips brushed my forehead in a lingering kiss, soft and protective.
“What happened here?” he asked, his tone cold and unyielding, though his hands stayed on me—one on my waist, the other lightly stroking my back.
Ryder opened his mouth, but he held up a hand. “I asked Luna.”
I took a shaky breath, leaning into him as I began to explain what happened. My voice trembled at first, but his steady presence calmed me. His thumb gently brushed against my side as if telling me he was here, that I wasn’t alone.
“As your Alpha, I won’t tolerate anyone—anyone—disrespecting my mate,” he declared, his voice ringing out clearly. “Seraphine deserves the same respect you show me, if not more. Any slander, any whisper of doubt about her authority, will be dealt with swiftly.”
His golden eyes narrowed on Ryder, who immediately averted her gaze. “That includes you, Ryder. You are my second in command but make no mistake—I mean every word.”
The power in his tone left no room for argument. When he shouted again, “Do I make myself clear?” the courtyard echoed with the voices of the pack responding in unison.
“Yes, Alpha!”
Satisfied, Lucien’s expression softened slightly as he glanced back at me. Then his attention shifted to Darien.
“Do you deny bullying Kai?”
Darien hesitated, his confidence wavering under Lucien’s gaze. “He provoked me first.”
“Lying won’t save you,” Lucien said sharply. “You’ll spend the next week patrolling the borders. And if I hear of any more incidents, you’ll wish you’d learned some restraint today.”
Darien’s face turned red, but he didn’t argue. Ryder, however, looked ready to explode.
“Lucien—”
“My decision is final,” he said, cutting him off.
****
As we walked back to our quarters, the silence was suffocating, so I broke it. “You didn’t have to defend me back there. I could’ve handled it.”
Lucien glanced at me, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “I know you could’ve. But I couldn’t just stand there while Ryder spewed nonsense about you.”
“Still,” I said, looking up at him, “Kai was brave to stand up to Darien. Not many would have the courage.”
Lucien’s smile faltered, and he shot me a sideways glance, his brow arching slightly. “Brave, huh? You seem awfully impressed.”
I shrugged, feigning indifference. “Just noticed .”
Without warning, Lucien stopped walking and turned to face me. His hand gently cupped my chin, tilting my face up toward his. “I don’t like hearing you talk about other men like that,” he murmured, his voice low but teasing.
I rolled my eyes, though my pulse quickened at the closeness. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
His thumb brushed lightly against my cheek, and the corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk. “Ridiculous? Maybe. But I take care of what’s mine.” His hand slid from my chin to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair as he leaned down. His lips brushed mine softly, leaving me breathless.
He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. “You worry too much,” he said softly. “What’s going to happen if I’m away and someone bullies you?”
I forced a playful smile, trying to steady my voice. “What should I do, Alpha?. I might be lost without you.”
His laughter was low and warm as he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer. “You’d survive. You’re tougher than you look.”
I leaned into him, letting the steady rhythm of his steps guide mine. Tough? Maybe. But not in the ways he thought.
How could I not be? Life hadn’t handed me a silver platter. No, it had thrown me into the fire and watched as I crawled my way out, scarred but standing.
Why wouldn’t I be tough? My brothers’ wickedness had been enough to harden me. Growing up under their cruelty had stripped away any innocence or softness I might have had. I’d learned to endure, to survive, to wear a mask that no one could see through.
This royalty nonsense? It didn’t faze me. Being Luna, living in this grand estate, pretending to love an Alpha who had no idea who I really was—all of it was meaningless.
All I wanted was the truth.
Who killed my parents? Who ripped them away from me, leaving me to fend for myself in a world that had no mercy? That was the only thing that mattered. Not pack politics. Not titles. Not loyalty to wolves who whispered behind my back or called me wolf less as if I were something broken.
Lucien chuckled again, oblivious to my thoughts. “You’re too quiet. What’s running through that sharp mind of yours?”
“Nothing important,” I lied smoothly. “Just tired, I suppose.”
He reached out, his hand grazing mine in what I assumed was meant to be a reassuring gesture. “You don’t have to worry so much. I’m here.”
I smiled faintly, the gesture not reaching my eyes.
If only he knew how much I didn’t need him….
Seraphina’s POV“Pass me the cookies on the pan,” I said to the maid, brushing flour off my hands. It was about time I finally gave in to Evelyn’s advice and tried baking something simple, like cookies.The maid handed me the tray, her head bowed slightly. I gave her a small nod before taking it and placing the cookies on the cooling rack. They looked good—soft, golden, and slightly crisp around the edges.“Not bad,” I murmured, more to myself than anyone else.As I set down the last cookie, I paused. The faint sound of howling reached my ears, low and distant at first. Then it grew louder, sharper, echoing through the packhouse.My fingers froze mid-air, and the sweet aroma of chocolate and vanilla suddenly felt cloying. My heart skipped a beat. Something was wrong.“What’s that?” I muttered to myself, wiping my hands on my apron. The howls weren’t celebratory or routine. They were urgent—filled with pain and anger.The kitchen door burst open Evelyn, her face pale and stricken, stu
Lucien’s POVThe night was unusually quiet, save for the distant howls of the patrol wolves.I stood on the balcony of my office, the cool breeze rustling the papers on my desk behind me.The view of the dense forest beyond the packhouse usually calmed me, but tonight, my thoughts were a storm I couldn’t quiet.Seraphine.I gripped the balcony railing, her name a weight on my mind. My mate—my Luna. She was standing beside me, yet she felt miles away.“Lucien,” came a knock on the door.I turned to see Beta stepping in, his expression grim. “It’s the warriors,” he began, his voice cautious. “They’re talking about Luna Seraphine’s.”“Again?” I asked, my voice colder than intended.Beta nodded. “While they were all training for tomorrow’s hunt, they were saying they would not serve a Luna who isn't their blood”“And what do you think?” I asked, folding my arms as I fixed him with a hard stare.He hesitated. “She’s not like us, Alpha. She’s... different. Wolf-less. It’s hard for us to tr
Seraphine’s POVI opened the doors to Lucien’s office and paused.He didn’t notice me standing there. He was staring at his desk, a soft smile tugging at his lips. Whatever he was thinking about, it seemed to pull him far away from this room.“Lucien!” I called.He flinched, his head snapping up as though I’d dragged him back to reality.I stood at the door, my arms crossed. “You’ve been up here all evening,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him. “Aren’t you going to rest?”He leaned back in his chair, watching me with that calm, assessing look he always wore. “Couldn’t sleep.”I hesitated, then took a few steps into the room. The moonlight streaming through the balcony doors cast a soft glow on his face, making him look almost... peaceful. It was a rare sight. “Neither could I,” I admitted quietly.His gaze softened. “What’s keeping you up?”I shrugged, trying to sound casual. “Just wanted to surprise you.”He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Really? You’ve never been a good l
Lucien’s POVA sharp knock on the door startled me awake. My eyes blinked open, the lingering warmth of the dying fire casting dim, flickering light across the room. I sat up with a groan, running a hand through my disheveled hair.“Who is it?” I asked, my voice gravelly from sleep.“It’s me, Ryder,” came the familiar voice from the other side of the door.I sighed, rolling my shoulders to loosen the tension. “Come in.”The door opened, and Ryder stepped inside, his expression a mixture of hesitance and apology. “Sorry to disturb your rest, Alpha,” he said, bowing his head respectfully.“It’s fine,” I replied, waving him off. “Seems I overslept anyway.”Ryder’s brow arched, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. “You? Oversleep? That’s new.”I chuckled softly, leaning back against the headboard. “Yeah, tell me about it. Seraphine made me something last night. Sweet, perfect… exactly what I didn’t know I needed.”Ryder crossed his arms, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. “The Lun
Seraphine’s POVI woke before the sun, my heart already pounding in my chest.The room was quiet, save for the faint murmur of voices drifting through the closed door. I recognized one immediately—Lucien’s deep, commanding tone, steady even in casual conversation. Ryder’s lighter voice answered, though I couldn’t make out the words.I stayed still, listening.“I’m ready,” Lucien said after a moment, his voice firm. “We’ll deal with this quickly and return by dusk.”It was time.I had spent the night ensuring that Lucien was too distracted to notice anything amiss.I’d cooked for him, doted on him, and given him the kind of s*x that left us both breathless and tangled in each other. It wasn’t just to show affection—it was a strategy.I needed him to trust me completely.He wouldn’t suspect a thing, even if he come back from hunting and find out that someone has been to the attic, I thought as I lay there, waiting for him to leave.When I finally heard the sound of boots in the hallway
Lucien’s POV“Did you see the size of it?” Ryder’s voice broke the silence as we sat around the fire, the glow of the flames dancing on his face.“I saw,” Liam replied, his tone low. “Still can’t believe we brought it down. Took all of us.”“It’s not just the size,” another wolf interjected. “Those claws, those eyes… like nothing I’ve ever seen before.”I stayed silent, staring at the beast tied to the stake near the fire. Its lifeless body was a crazy sight, with fur matted in blood and flesh still glistening under the firelight. I could barely wrap my mind around what we’d faced out there.Ryder glanced at me from across the circle. “What do you think, Alpha?”My gaze didn’t leave the beast. “I think…” I began, my voice heavier than usual. “I’ve never seen anything like this in my life. And I don’t know how something like this exists in our woods without us knowing.My pack hunting group fell into a tense silence.“Get some rest,” I said finally, standing. “Tomorrow, we’ll deal with
Lucien’s POV“Well?” I asked, my tone sharp. “What is it now, Ryder?”He exhaled, finally speaking. “The men outside, Alpha… they’re talking.”“Talking?” I snapped, my irritation flaring. “Talking how?”Ryder hesitated again, his eyes darting to the tent flap as though weighing whether to answer. “They’re saying… all this might be a bad omen.”I stilled, the words lingering in the air. My hand tightened on the edge of the table as I stood, my movement deliberate and slow. “A bad omen,” I repeated, walking toward the map spread across the table. My eyes scanned its surface, though my mind was elsewhere. “What are they implying, Ryder?”He didn’t answer immediately. My gaze snapped to him, the weight of my stare unmistakable. “Speak,” I barked, my wolf voice underscored with a low growl. The sound rippled through the air, making Ryder flinch and immediately drop to one knee.“They’re saying,” he began, his voice strained, “that the bad omen… might be because of your Luna.”The words hit
Seraphine’s POVI froze mid-step as Elena’s voice cut through the hallway.“Seraphine!”I turned to see her running toward me, her auburn hair bouncing as she moved. She stopped a few paces away, slightly out of breath, her hands on her hips.“Phew,” she said dramatically, fanning herself with one hand. “You had me looking for you everywhere! Where have you been?”I plastered a polite smile on my face, trying to mask the swirl of emotions that had been dragging me down. “I’ve been... busy,” I said absentmindedly, already feeling the exhaustion creep in from this inevitable conversation.Elena tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. “Busy?” she repeated. “You sound off, Seraphine. What’s wrong?”I tensed. My instincts screamed at me to shut her out, to guard the storm of truths and suspicions swirling in my mind. There was no way I could tell Elena what I had discovered—not yet, maybe not ever.Forcing a smile, I said, “Nothing, probably just the usual pack issues driving me crazy.”Her f
Chapter 136 Seraphine’s POV The wolf hesitated. “Minutes. Maybe less.” “Shit.” Damien ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in every movement. He turned to his men, barking out orders. “Double the perimeter. Get everyone ready. We hold our ground.” I watched him for a moment before speaking. “You have no idea who they are?” Damien exhaled sharply. “If I did, I wouldn’t be standing here wasting time.” Lucien chuckled. “Well, this is a nice change. Damien, the all-knowing, actually clueless for once. Feels good, doesn’t it?” Damien snapped his gaze to him, his teeth clenched. “Do you ever shut up?” Lucien grinned. “Not when I’m enjoying myself.” I ignored them, my mind racing. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I came here to kill Damien, to end this war once and for all. But now? Now it felt like something much bigger was coming. Something we weren’t prepared for. I took a deep breath, trying to push down the unease creeping up my spine. “If we don’t
Lucien’s POV The silence that followed Seraphina’s retreat was deafening. I could still feel her claws against my skin, the ghost of her grip lingering like a brand. My throat burned where she had nearly ended me, but it wasn’t the pain that rattled me—it was the look in her eyes before she let go. Damn her. I sat up slowly, wincing as my ribs protested the movement. The battlefield stretched out around me, chaos still raging in the distance, but for the first time, I wasn’t focused on the war. I was focused on her. She had every reason to kill me. Hell, she wanted to. But she didn’t. Why? I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a bitter chuckle. I already knew the answer. She might have convinced herself she hated me, that she wanted me dead, but the bond between us told another story. Seraphina still felt it. Even after everything. A sudden snarl snapped me out of my thoughts, and I barely had time to roll out of the way before claws slashed through the space where I’d bee
Seraphine's POVI stood there, my breath ragged, my heart hammering against my ribs. The blood, the smoke, the chaos around us—it all faded into the background. It was just him and me now.Lucien.His name tore from my throat before I could stop myself."Lucien!" I shouted, my voice shaking with rage.His head snapped up. His golden eyes locked onto mine, burning through the darkness. A slow smirk pulled at his lips, even with the blood dripping from his temple. "Seraphina," he called back, voice deep, mocking. "You finally came. Took you long enough."I clenched my fists. "I would’ve come sooner if I knew you'd still be breathing."He chuckled low, shaking his head. "You always were impatient."I took a step forward, my grip tightening on my dagger. "I’m not here for Damien. I don’t give a damn about this war. You think I’m fighting for him? You think I care who wins?" I let out a bitter laugh. "I came here for you, Lucien."His smirk didn’t waver. "Is that so?""You killed my parent
Seraphine's POVIn no time, I was at the borders of Lucien's pack. Just as I predicted, some of Damien's forces were still here, waging war. The air was thick with smoke, the scent of burning wood and blood mixing into something sickening. My eyes watered as I tried to see through the haze, but it was near impossible. The war had turned everything into a living nightmare. The pack walls—what was left of them—stood in jagged, crumbling ruins. Stones lay scattered like broken bones, pieces of wood charred black, barely holding onto their original form. The once-proud gates that had stood tall and strong were now reduced to splinters, torn apart by the endless battle.I swallowed hard, my throat dry. Was this the same pack I had once called home? The same pack where I had walked as a Luna? It was a skeleton of its former self, a ghost town caught in the middle of destruction. Bodies lay sprawled across the ground, warriors from both sides fallen where they fought. The walls, once meant t
Seraphine's POV131I moved quickly through the camp, my head low, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. The voices, the clatter of weapons, the scent of burning wood—all of it blurred together in my mind. My heart pounded, my mind racing."None of this is my business," I muttered under my breath. "I need to leave. I need to get back to my mission.""Lucien is the only thing that matters." Fiona's voice was sharp in my head, her growl vibrating through my bones. "These people? They’re just collateral damage."I swallowed hard, my steps slowing. Fiona was right. My hatred for Lucien burned hotter than anything else. The people here—his pack, his warriors, even the children—they weren’t my concern."I understand," I whispered. "I do. But…"I stopped, my fingers digging into my palms. My chest felt tight. My body was telling me to turn around, to leave, to find Lucien and finish what I started. But my heart—the part of me I had buried deep inside—hesitated."Don’t tell me you’re feel
Seraphine's POVThe night was colder than I remembered, the wind sharp against my skin as I moved through the thick bushes. Every step I took was slow and careful, my ears sharp for any movement. I had been walking for hours, maybe even days—I couldn't tell anymore. My body was exhausted, but I had no choice. I had to get to Lucien’s pack.I finally caught sight of the tracks, the ones I knew too well. My breath hitched as I stopped and stared at them."I know this place," I muttered, my fingers brushing against the rough bark of a tree beside me."You should. This is where Ryder tried to kill us," Fiona growled in my head, her voice full of anger. "The bastard thought we wouldn’t survive."I swallowed hard, memories rushing back like a flood. The cold grip of fear, the feeling of betrayal, the pain—everything came back at once. I clenched my fists, shaking my head."That was the past," I whispered. "Right now, I have something more important to do."The ground was uneven, covered in
Seraphine's POVA sharp pain shot through my skull as something hard slammed into my face. My body hit the ground with a thud, my already injured side screaming in agony. My vision blurred for a second before I forced my eyes open, blinking rapidly to clear them."Hey... Who the hell is this?" A rough voice growled above me.I barely had time to register what was happening before another kick landed on my ribs, forcing a strangled gasp from my throat. The pain was sharp, burning, and I curled in on myself, trying to breathe.Shit. Rogues.I forced my body to stay still, heart pounding as I looked up. There were three of them, all looking down at me like I was nothing more than a piece of meat. Their clothes were torn, covered in dirt, their faces rough with scars. Their eyes glowed dimly under the moonlight, their wolves just beneath the surface, ready to rip me apart."What do you have on you?" The tallest one demanded, crouching down and grabbing my arm roughly."N-nothing," I cough
Seraphine's POVI waited for the perfect time to make my escape. I knew it had to be just right. If I made one wrong move, Kieran would wake up, and I wouldn’t get another chance.I waited for 3 a.m.Even as I peeked outside the tent, I saw him. He was sitting by the fire, his back straight, his arms crossed over his chest like he was forcing himself to stay awake. His eyes fluttered shut for a second, then snapped open again. He shifted, rubbing his face, trying to shake off the exhaustion.But he was losing the battle.I stayed at the mouth of the tent, watching him. The fire cast flickering shadows over his face, making the bags under his eyes look even darker. He was really trying. Trying so damn hard.For me.My chest tightened.This was the guy who saved me. When Lucien and Ryder tried to kill me weeks ago, he was the one who pulled me out of that mess, the one who stood in front of me when I couldn’t even stand for myself. And now I was sneaking away like a coward.I tried to j
Seraphine's POVI couldn’t wait anymore. I needed to fight. I wanted Lucien dead, and that was exactly what I was going to do. Kieran wouldn’t allow it, I knew that. He always tried to hold me back, always said it was too dangerous. But I didn’t care. I was going to sneak out tonight, no matter what. I had already made up my mind.These thoughts ran through my head even as we made our way back from hunting. The sun was still high, though the afternoon had started to fade into evening. The forest around us was quiet except for the distant calls of birds and the rustling of leaves in the wind. I should have been paying attention, but my mind was elsewhere. My grip tightened around the bow slung over my shoulder.“Seraphina?” Kieran’s voice cut through my thoughts.I blinked, realizing I had been staring blankly ahead, lost in my own head. I turned my gaze to him, but I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. If I opened my mouth, he’d know. He always knew when something was off with me.He fro