登入Serena’s POVThe forest camp we made that evening was tense and watchful. The trees pressed close around our small clearing, their branches like skeletal fingers reaching toward the darkening sky. We had pushed the horses hard after the ambush, putting as much distance as possible between us and the site of the attack. Alaric’s guards set up a tight perimeter, while Gale and I helped tend to the wounded. My arm still throbbed from the shallow cut I had received, but it was nothing compared to the storm of questions raging in my mind.The captured attacker sat bound to a tree at the edge of camp, his head lolling slightly from blood loss and exhaustion. Alaric had ordered him kept alive for questioning. The King himself paced nearby, his tall frame casting long shadows in the firelight. He had removed his cloak, revealing the hard lines of muscle beneath his tunic—evidence of a life spent in battle rather than just on a throne.“We interrogate him now,” Alaric said, his voice low and c
Serena’s POVThe forest air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp tang of fear as the ambush unfolded around us. My heart hammered against my ribs like a war drum, but I refused to freeze. The masked attackers moved with lethal intent, their blades flashing in the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. Alaric fought like a force of nature beside me, his sword a blur of deadly precision, while his guards formed a protective circle that was rapidly crumbling under the assault.One of the attackers broke through the line, lunging directly toward me with his sword raised. Time seemed to slow. I could hear Gale shouting my name from somewhere behind, but he was engaged with two others. Alaric was occupied with the leader of the group, their blades clashing with sparks.I didn’t think. I simply acted.Twisting in the saddle, I drew the dagger Gale had given me earlier and slashed at the man’s arm as he reached for me. The blade bit deep, drawing a howl of pain fro
Serena’s POVThe forest road stretched endlessly before us, a narrow path carved through ancient trees that seemed to close in like watchful sentinels. I rode beside Alaric at the front of the small convoy, the steady rhythm of the horses’ hooves the only sound breaking the tense silence that had settled over us since dawn. My body ached from the unfamiliar saddle and the long hours of riding, but I refused to complain. Showing weakness in front of the Obsidian King was not an option.Alaric sat tall in his saddle, his dark cloak billowing slightly in the breeze. He hadn’t spoken much since we left the estate, his eyes constantly scanning the treeline for threats. The small group of elite guards he had brought rode a respectful distance behind us, giving us a fragile illusion of privacy.“You ride well,” Alaric said suddenly, his deep voice cutting through the quiet. It was the first real attempt at conversation since we had departed. “Most highborn ladies I’ve met sit in carriages an
Serena’s POVThe great hall buzzed with barely contained tension as the Obsidian King’s arrival became imminent. Servants hurried back and forth, laying out fresh linens and polishing silver that hadn’t seen use in years. I stood near the entrance, my simple dress exchanged for something more presentable at my father’s insistence, though the fabric felt like chains against my skin. Gale remained close by, a silent guardian, while Penelope hovered nervously beside me, her fingers twisting in the folds of her gown.The sound of hooves thundering into the courtyard made my stomach clench. I lifted my chin, refusing to show the fear clawing at my insides. Moments later, Alaric strode through the doors like he owned the very stones beneath his feet. His presence filled the room—tall, broad-shouldered, with eyes as sharp and cold as winter steel. The King of the Obsidian throne moved with the confidence of a man who had never known defeat.His advisor, Elias, followed a step behind, carryin
Serena’s POVDawn broke over the estate like a reluctant witness to the chaos unfolding within its walls. I hadn’t slept after the theft. How could I? The treaty fragment—the one tangible piece of leverage I possessed—had been ripped from beneath my pillow by unseen hands in the dead of night. Every shadow in the tower seemed to mock me now, every creak of the old wood a reminder that I was never truly safe.Gale had insisted on searching the grounds immediately, despite his injured arm. He moved with determined purpose, his eyes scanning the dew-covered grass beneath the window where the intruder had escaped. Penelope stayed close to me, her small hand gripping mine as we followed him at a distance. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine from the surrounding forests, but it did little to ease the knot of dread twisting in my stomach.“Here,” Gale called out suddenly, crouching near a cluster of bushes a short distance from the tower wall. He picked up a scrap of dark fab
Serena’s POVThe echo of the heavy doors slamming behind Caden still lingered in the great hall like a challenge I refused to back down from. My hands were steady now, the tremor from earlier gone, replaced by a burning resolve that felt foreign yet empowering. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t shrinking away from the threats hurled at me. I wasn’t the rejected, broken omega anymore. I was something sharper, something forged in the fires of betrayal and necessity.Gale watched me carefully, his injured arm cradled against his chest. “You really called his bluff,” he said, a mix of admiration and worry in his voice. “Caden looked like he wanted to strangle you right there. Liliana’s scheme… if they actually spread those lies about infidelity, the Obsidian King won’t even give you a chance to explain. He’ll see you as tainted goods.”I turned away from the window where moonlight spilled across the floor like spilled silver. “Let them try,” I replied, my voice low but firm. “I’m do
Serena's POV "We're here to see Liliana Rosemary."Even her name sounded gentle and sweet, it didn't match the conniving image that was her. My mother-in-law grabbed my arm again leading me from the receptionist counter after we had been told where to find Lillian My mate's mistress It was such
Serena's povI bathed myself in another cloud of lavender-his favorite scent. Today my mate, my alpha forever , was coming back home, draped in victory and merits. My wolf swelled with prideSmoothing over the little wrinkles on the bed, a smile played over my lips. For 3 years I have held up the
Caden's POVThe air in the master suite was thick with the scent of lilies, a cloying, suffocating perfume that seemed to cling to the velvet drapes and the expensive new rugs. I stood by the balcony, the night air cool against my skin, watching the moonlight pool on the floorboards where Serena h
"Pup, what pup?!" I roared from within, utterly inflamed eyes shifted between my mate and his mistress. Liliana's face scrunched with pain as she folded over Caden's thigh, in a single breath he scooped her from the bed like she was made of ice. "My moonlight..." He said looking into her face as







