MasukSeravyn POV
“Why, Caelrix?” I whispered, hoping he would be honest with me. “You can’t just reject me without any explanation,” I added.
“I already told you the reason. Omega, you need to face reality and accept it. I can’t and won’t be with someone as weak as you,” he said. I had meant those words only for him, but he answered loud enough that everyone heard, making me feel completely humiliated in front of the whole pack.
“That’s right. We shouldn’t have a Luna like her. She should’ve just left.”
“She actually thought she had a chance. Poor girl.”
The werewolves around us started whispering harsh words. I felt like I had ruined the entire moment.
He no longer looked at me the way he used to. Everything about him felt cold now.
“No…” I muttered to myself. “Caelrix, you weren’t like this before.” I stared at him, trying to convey everything I felt, then turned and walked away from the crowd without waiting for their approval.
Tears streamed down my face as I left them behind.
I still didn’t understand why he had rejected me. It hurt so much. He wasn’t like this. Caelrix would never just call me “Omega.” He had promised to accept me for who I was, no matter my rank.
There had to be a reason.
I refused to give up like this.
There was a lot of commotion, and people seemed confused by my reaction.
I couldn’t believe it.
“I can’t accept his rejection on my special day…” I muttered.
“Seravyn, is something wrong?” one of the Omegas asked me.
“You’re causing a scene. You should have accepted his rejection gracefully instead of looking so desperate.”
“You mean nothing to him anymore. How can you still expect”
“I’d appreciate it if everyone would stop talking,” I interrupted sharply, cutting them off. They exchanged confused glances.
“Caelrix loves me… Maybe he’s doing this because—”
“He just humiliated you in front of everyone. He made his feelings clear. He’s our Alpha now, and we have to respect him. Seravyn, remember he’s not a teenager anymore. We shouldn’t expect him to keep promises he made when he was younger and less mature.”
No matter what they said to convince me, I still wanted closure. I needed to know more. I couldn’t believe them. They were just Omegas who admired Caelrix. It was easy for them to tell me to give up.
“Don’t try to stop me,” I whispered. “You don’t know what my relationship with Caelrix was like. I know him better than any of you.”
*******
The moon was shining brightly, and I wanted to talk to Caelrix. I needed closure. I stopped at the corner when I suddenly heard his footsteps along with someone else’s.
“I believe we need an alliance, Caelrix,” I heard an elder say.
“I understand,” Caelrix replied coldly.
He had changed so much. His voice sounded deeper, more masculine now.
“We only have one option: marry the daughter of another pack.” My eyes widened when I heard that.
It made my stomach twist with stress.
He was my mate. It wasn’t fair for him to marry someone else after promising to marry me!
“That’s their strongest offer, and it’s the best way to keep the pack safe. It’s a win-win, really. She would be good for you.”
“We can’t let the worst things happen again.”
I heard Caelrix chuckle. “I’ll think about it,” he said, sounding almost eager.
I closed my eyes and quickly slipped back to my room, afraid I might have been spotted.
I didn’t know what to feel, but I knew I had to talk to Caelrix.
Because nothing about this made sense…
Caelrix didn’t just change overnight. He had been gone for years, sent away after the incident that nearly tore the pack apart. No one spoke about it openly, but everyone knew something had happened during his training beyond our borders.
Something that hardened him…
Something that made the elders desperate enough to start talking about alliances and war the moment he returned.
Not right now it wasn’t the best time but I couldn’t let him marry a woman he didn’t love just for an alliance. That wasn’t like him. He was smarter than that.
******
Finally, morning came, and I thought it was the perfect time to speak with him.
I dressed quickly and left my room to find Caelrix. But I noticed people were already coming out of their rooms and gathering together. It looked like an announcement was about to be made.
I could smell Caelrix’s scent nearby.
I spotted one of the Omegas and hurried over to her. “What’s going on?” I asked.
“I’m not sure, but it has something to do with the new Alpha. We need to head back to the main gathering hall,” she replied, walking ahead.
I let out a disappointed sigh, realizing I wouldn’t get to talk to Caelrix privately.
As I entered the main gathering hall, I saw Caelrix standing there. But what shocked me even more was the familiar girl beside him.
They were holding hands.
As I got closer, my stomach dropped. It was Thessaly Van Everhart, the girl responsible for my parents’ death. The one who filled me with rage.
Anger flared up inside me.
“She is Thessaly Van Everhart, the woman I’ve chosen to be with and the one I’ll stay with forever.” Every word Caelrix spoke felt like a knife twisting in my chest, bringing fresh tears to my eyes.
“I want to announce that Thessaly, daughter of the Alpha of the Black River Pack, will be taking the role of my Luna. Our wedding will take place tomorrow.” He declared.
I felt a deep, crushing pain in my heart as I watched them share a passionate kiss in front of the cheering crowd. Meanwhile, I grew weaker with every second from the emotional agony.
Seravyn's POV"I love him, Lirvae," I confessed, my voice dropping into a gentle, emotional whisper as the tears threatened to return to my eyes. I looked across at her, my hands shaking slightly around the mug. "I really do. And it terrifies me cause I didn't think I could ever feel this way about anyone again, not after—”I broke it and took a deep breath.“Not after everything Caelrix put me through... Not after the way he crushed my spirit and made me feel like I was just an object to be owned,” I added. “I perfectly understand you, Seravyn,” Lirvae chimed in.“Zoriven makes me feel safe. He treats me like I have value, like my voice actually matters. It’s like he took all the broken, shattered pieces of my life and helped me put them back together without asking for anything in return,” I whispered.Lirvae’s expression softened completely, the teasing light in her eyes giving way to a deep warmth I had never felt before.She leaned forward, placing her mug on the side table, an
Thessaly’s POVThe heavy oak doors of Caelrix’s chambers slammed shut behind me, the sound echoing down the stone corridor like a gunshot. I practically marched down the hallway, my heels clicking sharply against the floor even to my own ears as my fists clenched so tight my knuckles were completely white.I had never felt this angry.How could he be so incredibly useless? He had two hundred fresh, heavy raiders at his disposal, the baddest, most ruthless group this Pack had seen since I actually took notice of him, and he just rolled over cause Zoriven waved a few northern banners in his face? It's so fucking embarrassing. Caelrix talks a massive game about being this unhinged, unstoppable force of nature, but the second things get a little complicated, he folds up like a cheap lawn chair. He's so pathetic.But beneath the rage, there was a sharper, uglier pain clawing at my chest. It was a feeling I wouldn't dare mention in public. Caelrix hadn't just failed to crush the Sun F
Seravyn's POV It started as a low, deep rumble from the space around us where the exhausted, blood-stained Pack soldiers were standing guard. I just about looked up as Exovyn stepped forward, his shoulder now wrapped in a bloody bandage, but he lifted his sword and struck it against his iron shield.Repeated it and yelled, "Stay!” He hit his sword against his shield again, raising it to the air before yelling, “Stay!”“What nonsense is this?” I heard elder Eldrin say, but his voice quickly got muffled out as another warrior joined in, slamming his axe handle against the stone wall. "Stay!” He yelled too.Within seconds, the rhythm caught on like wildfire. The Pack soldiers, the healers, the servants who had crawled out of the remains of the buildings all joined the chant. The entire courtyard was suddenly vibrating with a massive, single heartbeat of iron and voices."Stay!”“Stay!”“Stay!"The word roared through the valley, completely drowning out the angry muttering of the eld
Seravyn’s POVThe world stood completely still around me, but inside my head, everything was crashing down.Zoriven was on his knees in the mud. The Alpha of the Sun Flower Pack, a man who commanded an entire army with a single tilt of his chin, was kneeling at my feet like a common beggar. His large hands were wrapped around the hem of my dirty, blood stained dress, completely unbothered by the wet earth soaking through his trousers.His words felt less like a question and more like a hit to my chest. My breath hung in my throat, coming out in short, ragged gasps as my mind scrambled to make sense of the sheer weight of what he had just dropped on me. It was way too heavy, way too deep, and unsettling everything in me. Just an hour ago, I was ready to throw hands with him for lying to my face on how we met. I was convinced he was just another high-ranking wolf using me as a chess piece in some grand political game. But now? He's offering me a crown while his whole Pack is literal
Seravyn's POV And for the next two hours, the compound was a blur of painfully slow recovery. The smoke slowly thinned, leaving the black, empty remains of the cottages standing against the gloomy morning sky. Warriors moved through the mud, picking up discarded weapons, while the Pack healers cared for the wounded towards the main hall. The effects of the adrenaline were fading fast, leaving a cold, hollow, tired feeling in my bones.I was standing near the shattered fountain, my hands covered in dried mud and blood, my body aching with a deep, painful fatigue. Zoriven stood roughly twenty feet away, refusing to let the healers touch his split cheek until the final casualty logs were delivered. Kaelen was beside him, leaning heavily against a stone pillar, his nose broken but his expression stiff.Then, the heavy oak doors of the main hall opened with a slow, ominous groan, pulling me up to my feet at once.A group of six elderly men and women stepped out into the open. They wor
Seravyn’s POVThe tip of Caelrix’s bloody sword remained leveled at my chest, not flinching an inch with his eyes aimed directly at me.Barely ten paces away, he stood like a monument of rage, the rising smoke from the burning cottages wrapping around his iron hard frame like a dark shield. His golden eyes were wide, glittering and matched with a blood soaked crazy smile that made my skin crawl. Behind him, the wall of about two hundred fresh Moon Stone attackers stood shoulder-to-shoulder, their heavy shields locked together, entirely sealing off the courtyard's exit. There was no way out now, no path through the trees. The trap hadn't just closed in on us, it had buried us in."Step away from her, Duskrael," Caelrix boomed through the space, his voice cutting through the heavy silence of the ruined courtyard with a bone chilling confidence. He shifted his grip on the base of his sword, his muscles tensing beneath his armor till it pulsed up and down."It's over, Zoriven. Look ar
Seravyn’s POVThe heavy oak door had long since clicked shut, but the painful cho of Zoriven’s voice still vibrated against the cold stone walls of the inner room of the Great Hall. I could remember every word like he was still here saying them, how broken he sounded when he said I'm destroying hi
Seravyn's POV The silence that returned was deafening.Lirvae slowly stepped out from behind the wooden door, her vibrant face entirely drained of color as she looked between her brother and me. Zoriven didn't say a word to her. He didn't even look at his Beta, Kaelen, who was still standing by t
Seravyn's POVBefore Lirvae could grab me, I lunged towards the door."Seravyn, please! If Zoriven catches you, he’ll lose his mind!" She called out, her boots clicking against the floor as she followed me out into the crisp morning air.I didn't answer. I kept my pace fast, keeping to the shadows
Seravyn’s POVThe biscuit in my hand suddenly felt like dry ash.The warmth that had filled my chest only seconds ago melted away at once, replaced by a cold, bone chilling dread that coiled tightly in the pit of my tummy. The Pack Elders? Gathering together to send me away?I very well know what







