All Chapters of The Alpha's Damnation: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Night Damdow Woods Dam’s Keep, Damoria ############# Oh.My.God The night was thick with the promise of rain, the air heavy and cool. The moon, veiled by ominous clouds, cast an eerie glow over the dense forest. Shadows stretched and twisted between the towering trees, swallowing every trace of warmth. Seraphina ran. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest burning with the effort. Her once-vibrant dress was tattered and muddied, a ghost of a life she no longer had. Twigs snapped beneath her bare feet, and branches clawed at her arms and face like skeletal fingers, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. He was close. She could feel him, sense him the way prey senses the presence of a predator before the killing blow. Adolphus. His name was acid in her mind. How had it come to this? Once, she had trusted him. Once, she had craved the warmth of his touch, the whisper of his voice in the dark. She had loved him—or had she simply loved the illusion? Now, th

Dusk. Bedroom, Grimm Mansion. Dam’s Keep, Damhale. ########### Birdsong, distant footsteps, and the haunting howls of wolves stirred Seraphina from the depths of sleep. Morning light seeped through heavy curtains, painting the room in muted gold. Warmth. Unfamiliar. Comforting. She shifted, something firm beneath her palm—an arm. Her breath hitched. Her gaze trailed up the expanse of muscle and found him. Adolphus. Dark eyes—too dark—stared back at her, unreadable, yet she knew they had glowed last night. Like a predator’s. Panic surged. She scrambled away, tugging the thick furs around her like a shield. Distance. She needed distance from him. From his heat. From his scent—wild, crisp, undeniably wolf. His silence was infuriating. “What are you doing here?” she demanded, voice edged with betrayal and disgust. Adolphus sat up slowly, sheets pooling at his waist. He didn’t answer immediately, only studied her, as if memorizing every inch of her fury.

Dam’s Keep, DamHale.###############“You’re nothing but my captor, and I promise you, Adolphus,” Seraphina hissed, her voice steady with venom, “there’s nothing beautiful that could ever come of this.” She nodded as if sealing her words. “Nothing.” Her lips parted to let the firm declaration linger in the air.Before she could even exhale, Adolphus gripped her jaw with a swiftness that startled her, pulling her face closer to his. Her breath caught in her throat as she gasped, but she held her glare firm, even as her heart betrayed her with a skipped beat.The tension between them was electric, crackling like a distant storm. His breath brushed her skin as he leaned in, running his nose along the curve of her cheek in a gesture both possessive and primal. She shivered involuntarily, the nearness of him making her pulse race. He inhaled deeply, his lips curling into a soft, knowing smirk as he pulled back just enough to meet her eyes.“Butterfly,” he murmured, his voice low and in

Morning came, and Seraphina’s body protested in every way possible. Her muscles ached, her head throbbed, and her golden hair clung to her face in tangled clumps, sticky and uncomfortable. She frowned as the realization struck her—she’d fallen asleep on the cold, unforgiving floor. Why had she even let herself drift off like that? Maybe because the bed felt more like a cage than a comfort, a reminder of her captivity. She groaned softly, her body stiff and cramped, as she tried to shift positions. Stretching was her only solace now, so she started slow. Her knees cracked as she unbent them, her sore muscles screaming in protest. Each small motion felt monumental, like waking a body that didn’t want to wake at all. Why am I still here? The thought echoed in her mind, accompanied by a flood of resentment. She hadn’t chosen this place, these circumstances, these people—or rather, these creatures. Seraphina rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. Her chest heav

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 him. “We