All Chapters of The Alpha's Damnation: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

When morning came, Seraphina woke up with a heavy weight on her chest and a bitter taste in her mouth.The blissful haze of the kiss had vanished, replaced by the cold clarity of daylight.Her brows furrowed as anger surged through her veins, a mix of regret and frustration gnawing at her.What had she been thinking? Kissing him back? Allowing herself to feel… anything?She groaned and turned over, pulling the blanket over her head as if it could shield her from the memories that flooded her mind.Her heart felt like a traitor, betraying her with every rapid beat.She didn’t want to see him. She didn’t even want to think about him.The hours dragged on as she lay there, motionless and stewing in her own emotions.Anger, regret, sadness—they all swirled within her, creating a storm that refused to settle.A knock came at the door, firm but not overbearing. She didn’t move.“Seraphina,” Adolphus’s voice called out, smooth but with a hint of annoyance beneath it. “I know you’re awake. Ope

Adolphus stepped out of the black car, his sharp gaze sweeping across the town square.The scent of humans, mingled with the crisp bite of autumn air, filled his lungs, but he remained unfazed.His heightened senses filtered through the cacophony of smells—freshly baked bread from the bakery down the street, the oil and metal tang from a nearby blacksmith, the faintest traces of blood from a butcher’s shop.He was here for business.Despite the werewolves’ hidden existence, Adolphus had managed to carve out a name for himself in the human world, disguising his wealth and influence under the facade of an enigmatic entrepreneur.He was a man who struck fear into his enemies and commanded unwavering loyalty from his allies.But unlike humans, he didn’t need tricks or false bravado to command respect. He simply was.As he strode into the grand meeting hall, the murmurs quieted.The town’s most powerful figures—merchants, landowners, and even the mayor himself—were already seated, waiting f

Margarethe wiped her hands on her apron, eyeing the pot of simmering water.The dough was ready, resting in the wooden bowl, waiting to be pressed through the Spätzle maker.The kitchen smelled warm—like eggs, flour, and the faintest hint of salt.Margarethe turned to Seraphina with a smile. “Come, let’s take it outside.”Seraphina blinked. “Outside?”Margarethe nodded, already reaching for a tray. “We’ll serve the pack.”Seraphina stiffened. The pack. The same people who whispered behind her back, who saw her as an outsider, maybe even a threat.Would they even eat something she made?Margarethe must have sensed her hesitation because she placed a warm hand on Seraphina’s arm. “Food brings people together, child. You helped make this. They’ll eat it.”Seraphina wasn’t so sure. She chewed the inside of her cheek but nodded anyway.She wasn’t about to back down. Not in front of his mother.Together, they carried the steaming bowl of freshly made Spätzle outside.The crisp evening air gr

Her nails dug into her palms as she stepped closer to the window. The glass was cool beneath her fingertips, the faint condensation from her breath fogging up the edges.Still nothing.She let out a frustrated groan, throwing her head back before slamming a hand against the wooden frame.“Where is he?!”The silence that followed only irritated her more.She turned on her heel, storming back across the room, her frustration bubbling over. Should she just go to bed? Would he even come back?No. No way in hell was she waiting for him. She was going to bed first.She wasn’t some lost little girl waiting for a ghost of a man to return.And yet, her eyes drifted back to the window. Just once more. Just to check.He wasn't out there or in sight. She sighed.She would sleep now but she ended up on the couch again instead of her bed.Seraphina hadn’t meant to wait for him.At least, that’s what she told herself as she sat curled up on the worn-out couch, arms crossed, eyes flickering toward the

She lifted her chin defiantly. “I’m not hungry.”He didn’t respond. He simply picked up his own plate and sat at the small, rustic table in the center of the kitchen.Her teeth ground together.The nerve of him.Her body, however, betrayed her again when her stomach let out another quiet growl.She exhaled sharply, hating everything about this.Hating that she was here. Hating that he was so damn composed while she felt like she was coming undone. Hating that she could still feel the warmth of where he had carried her last night, even though she shouldn’t remember.And above all, hating that she wanted to sit down and eat.But she wouldn’t.Not yet.She turned on her heel, stalking toward the window instead, gripping the wooden frame as she stared outside, pretending to be fascinated by the empty stretch of land beyond the trees.She wasn’t.She just didn’t want to look at him anymore. Didn’t want to acknowledge the tension crackling between them, didn’t want to feel the weight of his