LOGINSeravyn POV
I stayed on my knees, tears still sliding down my cheeks. “I apologize…”
Caelrix didn’t even look back. He just walked out with Thessaly tucked against his side like she belonged there. The door shut with a soft click that felt louder than any slap.
Naryvex’s voice came gently in my head. “Even if it means walking away from this pack for good?”
I swallowed hard and nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. “Yes.”
The words hurt, but they also felt… freeing. Like something tight in my chest had finally snapped.
I pushed myself up, wiped my face, and started throwing clothes into an old bag. Today was supposed to be their perfect wedding.
The woman who destroyed my family was about to stand beside Caelrix as Luna, and the thought made my stomach turn.
But underneath the anger, something else was growing, a quiet, stubborn decision.
I wasn’t going to stay here and watch it happen.
Later, in the old cabin deep in the woods where Caelrix and I used to hide when we were kids, I stared at my messy reflection in the cracked mirror.
I looked wrecked. Red eyes, tangled hair, the whole mess. I ran my fingers through my hair, then slipped into the sleek black dress that hugged my body like it was daring someone to look. A little makeup helped hide the worst of it.
“Are you ready for this?” Naryvex asked softly.
“More ready than they are,” I muttered, a small, bitter smile tugging at my lips.
The Moonlit Grove was beautiful when I got there. Lanterns glowing, white roses everywhere, the scent of pine and incense in the air.
Caelrix stood tall on the raised platform in his formal black and silver, looking every bit the Alpha everyone expected. Thessaly was next to him in a flowing white gown, smiling like she’d already won.
The officiant’s voice carried over the crowd: “…honor and acknowledge Thessaly Van Everhart as your Luna…”
I slipped through the back and stepped up to the edge of the platform before I could lose my nerve.
“Can I borrow the microphone for a second?”
Everything went dead quiet. The officiant froze. Heads turned. Thessaly’s eyes went wide with fury, and Caelrix’s gaze snapped to mine with surprise, and sudden unease
“Seravyn,” he growled under his breath, a clear warning.
I took the mic anyway, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.
“I’m Seravyn Toussaint Ashveil,” I said, letting my voice carry.
“The Omega most of you have spent years feeling sorry for. The one your new Alpha rejected as his fated mate in front of the entire pack.”
Whispers exploded around me. Some people looked uncomfortable. Others looked excited for the drama.
I kept my eyes on Caelrix.
“I, Seravyn Toussaint Ashveil, accept your rejection, Caelrix Zander Hendrix. I release you from whatever bond the Moon Goddess thought we had. From today, I’m done with this pack. I won’t beg, and I won’t look back.”
The silence that followed felt heavy. Then the murmurs started again, shocked, amused, judgmental.
Thessaly stepped forward, her hands clenched into fists. “Get this pathetic girl out of here! She’s ruining everything!”
Caelrix held up a hand to stop her, but his eyes stayed locked on me. For a split second, I thought I saw something flicker there like anger, maybe even regret but it disappeared too fast.
I gave Thessaly a cold little smile. “Don’t worry. I’m leaving. Go ahead and enjoy your alliance marriage… and enjoy wearing the title that cost my parents their lives.”
Gasps rippled through the crowd. Thessaly looked ready to shift and tear me apart right there.
Before anyone could grab me, I dropped the microphone.
I turned and walked away without looking back, not at Caelrix, not at Thessaly, not at any of them. My heels clicked steady on the stone path.
For the first time in days, my hands weren’t shaking.
“You did it,” Naryvex whispered.
I had nothing left here anyway.
A branch snapped somewhere behind me.
I stopped.
“Seravyn…” Naryvex’s voice tightened. “Don’t turn around.”
My heart kicked hard. I kept walking anyway, faster now.
I heard another snap but closer.
“Seravyn, stop.”
I turned around. I saw nothing but moonlight and shadows between the trees.
The wedding lights looked too far away already.
Then the smell hit me… thick, metallic, wrong.
“Naryvex…” My voice came out shaky. “What is that?”
She didn’t answer right away.
When she did, her words were low and urgent.
“Something’s out there. And it’s not from the pack.”
My stomach dropped. I took one more step backward.
A low sound rolled through the darkness.
“Seravyn,” Naryvex said, panic creeping in. “We need to go.Now!.”
I swallowed hard. “Go where?”
The sound came again, closer this time.
Leaves rustled like something big was moving just out of sight.
Naryvex’s voice cracked.
“Run.”
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 POVI couldn't exactly tell when I slept or how I got to the bed, I only began realizing myself when the morning light streamed through the window as I stirred awake.Then I felt something soft wrapping around my legs and I looked down to find myself tucked properly under the blanket.I lai
Seravyn POVFor a moment there, the air between us felt alive.Zoriven’s face was so close I could feel the warmth of his breath brushing my skin. His eyes held mine, deep and steady, carrying something I couldn’t quite name at the moment.It felt more like he was giving me a chance, like he was gi
Caelrix's POVIt was one I never actually had the chance to experience.A moment like this, similar to what I just endured with Thessaly. But with her, with the one person that remained on my mind.Seravyn.I closed my eyes tightly, trying to shove away the thought, but it kept coming, kept floodin
Seravyn POVThe clearing reeked of blood, sweat, and churned-up dirt. My lungs burned as I tried to steady my breathing while I still had the stick clutched tightly in my trembling hands. As if I used it for anything.The last rogue was still laying motionless a few feet away, but from all indicat







