LOGINSeraphina It's Raze behind the screen, screaming at the reporters to switch off the cameras while the High Priestess of my pack, lingers in the corner of the frame, her expression unreadable.Yeah, today was supposed to be my funeral which also meant the alpha transfer ritual day. I totally wanted to avoid seeing any of this, I always knew it would turn to a disaster.Evander glances over, his smile diminishing.Does he really suddenly hate me that much? Throughout the day, he's been giving me the bad eye.“What happened?” I ask, voice unsteady.“The alpha transfer ritual didn’t work,” he replies calmly, taking a sip. Of course it wouldn’t, not while I’m still alive. But what I don’t understand is why it seems to gladden him. I mean he seemed happy about it just a while ago.“I don’t understand,” I say, stepping closer to him and standing beside him.He sets his glass down and sits. “The High Priestess felt no alpha power in the bones brought to her. Do you know what this means?”I
Seraphina I stand there frozen, my back still pressed against the wall. I keep my lips sealed tight, my gaze fixed somewhere past his shoulder. Words won’t come. My mind is stupidly too tangled in the heat still simmering beneath my legs. I'm fucking so wet, but I can't admit. I won't.To my surprise, he doesn’t wait for an answer. His hand drifts down, fingertips grazing the fabric over my thigh, sliding upward with slow intent.I catch his wrist instinctively, “I’m not…wet.” I manage to say, voice barely more than a breath.A slow smile curves his lips. He doesn’t pull away. Instead, he leans closer and gently pries my grip loose with surprising ease. Fuck! I want to stop him further but another part of me wouldn't let me.His palm continues its path, slipping beneath the hem of my dress, tracing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I shiver, thighs pressing together on reflex, but he nudges them apart just enough. His fingers reach higher, brushing against the damp fabric of my
SeraphinaHe extends his hand to me. “Shall we?”I ignore his offered hand, standing up on my own and moving ahead, my stomach twisting with unease. We walk to his room with the couple and a few guards trailing behind. He opens the door, gesturing for the couple to enter. They exchange a nervous glance before stepping inside. They seem as tense as I am. The only one aware of exactly what's going on here is Williams and he is quite enjoying keeping everyone else unsteady.I follow, my heart hammering. The guards try to follow, but he shakes his head, moving his finger in a clear “no.” Instantly, he closes the door and locks it with a soft click.I stand there, still shocked, trying to understand his game. Aren't we supposed to give them some privacy?The husband’s eyes now suddenly have this eager spark. He really doesn't seem to care about our presence. Even the wife smiles mildly. This is surprising.I feel a warm breath behind my ear, tensing me up and drifting me from my thoughts
Seraphina The petition hall is grand yet intimidating. Rows of petitioners stand in orderly lines while the guards stand in a vertical line to prevent them from crossing. Onlookers fill the sides of the hall, watching with curious and expectant eyes as I sit on the raised dais in the Luna’s seat, my back straight, hands clasped tightly in my lap to hide their trembling. Williams lounges beside me, far too close for comfort, one arm draped casually over the back of my chair. His occasional glances make my skin prickle. Every time I feel his eyes on me, my stomach tightens.He leans in, breath warm against my ear, voice low and teasing. “You forgot your hand towel in my room last night. I would have given it to you during breakfast, but I didn’t want my brother to get any ideas in his head.”My breath catches. I had left in such a hurry, so overwhelmed with frustration, that I hadn’t even noticed the towel slipping from my hands. I hadn’t realized it was missing until now.I glance a
Evander Nine hours earlier,I lie in bed staring at the ceiling, jaw clenched so tight it aches. Every time I close my eyes, I see her walking down the corridor toward my brother’s room. The image torments me. I told her to do it. I practically pushed her into his arms. Yet the thought of her in there with him is driving me insane.Why the hell do I care this much?This is clearly to uplift the curse and save my pack members. Yet I can't keep up with it.I can’t take it anymore. I quickly drag myself out of the bed, throw on a robe and storm out of my room. My heart pounds harder the closer I get to Williams’ room. I really hope she doesn't go through with this.I stop outside the door, breath shallow, and press my ear against the wood like some pathetic fool.To my astonishment, a low, guttural moan fills the room.Williams is moaning in ecstasy. Fuck!The sound slices through me like a silver blade. My stomach twists violently. What have I done? Is he really fucking her?I can’t
Seraphina He opens the door with an irritated growl. “Who the fuck is that…” The words die in his throat the moment his eyes land on me.He stares, visibly stunned as he takes me in- my obvious pale eyes, the way I’m standing there trying so hard to look composed.“Can I come in?”He smiles deceitfully before stepping aside. “Of course.”I walk past him, arms wrapped around myself. The room is as huge as Evander's, perfect for an alpha.I turn to face him, forcing frustration into my tone. “Is he always like that?”“Who?” he asks casually, moving back toward the table where an open bottle of champagne sits.“Your brother, of course,” I say. “He’s always so moody and nonchalant.”He chuckles under his breath as he pours himself another glass. “Was that why you were crying earlier?”I freeze, unsure of what to say. The question catches me off guard, I can't really tell him my exact reasons for that, it would ruin everything.He doesn’t wait for an answer. He lifts the glass, studying
Seraphina His mouth latches onto me fully, sucking gently at first, then with more hunger, his tongue flicking and circling that swollen, sensitive bud. I can’t stop the sounds spilling from me, moans, whimpers, broken pleas that don’t even sound like my voice anymore. The wet heat of his tongue
Evander I walk into my room and begin pacing, I should be satisfied but I am nothing close to that. Seven items needed for the ritual and I have only acquired five, one of it isn't even complete.If only time was on my side, then perhaps I would have counted the arrival of the maiden of the Eclips
Seraphina.“I won't do it!” I say, shaking my head.They stare at each other, eyes wide in shock.“What makes you think you have a choice?” She asks, stopping right before me and staring into my eyes.“I will not stoop so low to take the identity of another…. I am the..” I cut, glancing at them.I
Seraphina Right in my eyes, my soldiers loyal to me begin to die at the hands of those whose loyalty is obviously bought. I freeze on the spot, not knowing what to do. But one thing is certain, I will not let him win this. I howl so loud, reminding them who their alpha is. I feel my eyes glowin







