LOGINSeraphina's POV
The next thing I heard was shouting.My head felt like it was stuffed with wool, heavy and foggy and wrong in a way I couldn't explain. I tried to open my eyes but the light was too bright, stabbing through my skull like needles, and my body wouldn't move the way I wanted it to.
Where was I?
The shouting got louder with voices I didn't recognize, footsteps pounding down a corridor, someone yelling about the Beta's chambers.
I forced my eyes open and the world swam into focus slowly. This wasn't my room. The ceiling was too high, the bed was too soft, and the sheets tangled around my legs were silk instead of the rough cotton I was used to.
I tried to sit up and realized two things at once.
My dress was gone and I was wearing nothing but my thin underthings, and there was a man's arm draped across my waist.
Panic slammed through me so hard I couldn't breathe. I shoved the arm away and scrambled backward until my back hit the headboard, staring at the person beside me.
It was a man I'd never seen before with dark hair, a strong jaw, and a bare chest. He was stirring now, groaning like he was fighting through the same fog I'd just clawed my way out of.
"What..." He blinked up at me with confused eyes. "Who are you? Why are you in my—"
The door exploded open.
Pack members poured into the room, at least a dozen of them with faces twisted in shock and disgust as they took in the scene. Me in my underthings. Him shirtless in bed. The clothes scattered across the floor like we'd torn them off each other in a frenzy.
"I knew it." A woman pushed to the front of the crowd, her voice dripping with righteous fury. "I knew I smelled something wrong when I passed this corridor. The Luna's sister in the Beta's bed on her mating night."
Beta. This was the Beta's room. This was Beta Ezra, and everyone thought I'd slept with him.
"No." The word came out hoarse and broken. "No, I didn't— I don't even know how I got here. I was at the celebration and then I felt dizzy and—"
"Save your excuses." The woman turned to someone behind her. "Fetch the Alpha and Luna. They need to see this for themselves."
"Wait." Ezra was sitting up now, pressing a hand to his temple like his head was splitting. "Something's wrong. I don't remember bringing anyone back to my room. The last thing I remember is drinking wine at the celebration and then..."
He trailed off, his brow furrowing as he tried to piece together memories that wouldn't come.
No one was listening to him. They were all staring at me with hatred in their eyes, the wolfless sister who had somehow seduced the Beta on the same night her twin became Luna. I could already hear the whispers spreading and see the story taking shape in their minds.
I wanted to scream that this wasn't what it looked like, that someone had done this to us, that I would never do something like this. But my voice wouldn't work and my body was still sluggish from whatever had been in that wine, and all I could do was pull the sheets up to cover myself while the crowd grew larger and the accusations grew louder.
Then the crowd parted and Octavia swept into the room.
She was still wearing her white mating gown, still glowing with the triumph of her new bond, and the look on her face was perfect devastation. Her eyes went wide as she took in the scene, her hand flying to her mouth like she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"Sera?" Her voice cracked beautifully. "What... what have you done?"
"I didn't do anything." I hated how weak I sounded, how guilty. "Octavia, you have to believe me. Someone put me here. I would never—"
"She's lying." The woman from before stepped forward. "I saw her leave the gardens looking unsteady. She must have come here to seduce Beta Ezra while the rest of us were celebrating the Luna's mating."
"That's not what happened!" I looked at Ezra desperately. "Tell them. Tell them you don't remember either."
He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, the Alpha appeared in the doorway.
Dax Vaelorin looked at me with those cold eyes, the same eyes that had found mine across the great hall just days ago, and there was nothing in them now. No recognition. No warmth. Just the flat assessment of an Alpha looking at a problem that needed to be solved.
"What's going on here?" His voice was ice.
"Your new sister-in-law was found in your Beta's bed." The woman practically vibrated with excitement at being the one to deliver this news. "Half-dressed, on your mating night. She's brought shame on both your houses."
The Luna arrived next, pushing through the crowd with my father close behind. When she saw me huddled in that bed, her face went white with rage.
"You." She started toward me and I flinched back, remembering the soup and the kicks and the way her hand had cracked across my face. "You disgusting, ungrateful little—"
"Enough." Dax's voice cut through the chaos like a blade and everyone went silent. "This is a matter for the Alphas to handle, not a public spectacle. Everyone out except the families involved."
The crowd dispersed reluctantly, shooting me looks of disgust as they filed out. When the door finally closed, only Dax, Octavia, my parents, and Ezra remained.
And me, still half-naked and shaking in a bed I didn't remember climbing into.
"Explain yourself." My father's voice was colder than I'd ever heard it, and he wouldn't even look at me. "If you can."
"I was at the celebration." I forced the words out even though my throat felt like it was closing up. "Someone gave me wine and I started feeling dizzy. I tried to get inside to sit down and the next thing I remember is waking up here with everyone shouting."
"So you expect us to believe someone drugged you and carried you to the Beta's chambers?" The Luna laughed, a harsh sound with no humor in it. "That you just happened to end up half-dressed in his bed through no fault of your own?"
"It's the truth."
"The truth is that you've always been jealous of your sister." The Luna's eyes burned into mine. "You couldn't stand watching her have something you didn't, so you tried to ruin her mating night by seducing her husband's Beta. You wanted to humiliate her. To humiliate all of us."
"That's not—"
"I don't remember anything either." Ezra's voice was quiet but firm. "The last clear memory I have is accepting a drink from one of the servants. Everything after that is blank until I woke up with everyone in my room."
Dax turned to look at his Beta, something flickering in his expression that I couldn't read. "You're saying you were drugged as well?"
"I'm saying something isn't right." Ezra met his Alpha's gaze steadily. "I've never seen this woman before tonight. I have no interest in her, no memory of inviting her here, and no explanation for how we ended up in this situation."
Hope sparked in my chest. If Ezra backed my story, maybe they would investigate instead of just condemning me.
Then Octavia stepped forward with tears streaming down her perfect face.
"It doesn't matter how it happened." Her voice trembled with just the right amount of pain. "The damage is done. Everyone saw them together. Everyone knows. My own sister in my husband's Beta's bed on my mating night." She turned to bury her face in Dax's chest. "I'm so humiliated. How can I ever face the pack again?"
Dax's arm came up around her automatically, his jaw tightening as he looked at me over her head. Whatever doubt might have been forming disappeared behind a wall of cold fury.
He blamed me. Of course he did. His new mate was crying in his arms and I was the cause.
"The girl must be punished." My father finally spoke, his voice heavy with shame. "I'll arrange a marriage to one of our old allies. Lord Vance has been asking after her for years. He can have her and be done with it."
Lord Vance was sixty years old with three dead wives and a reputation for cruelty that made even hardened wolves uncomfortable. My father was offering to send me to my death and he didn't even care.
"No." Dax's voice cut through the room. "Ezra was in that bed too. If there's fault here, it belongs to both of them."
"Alpha, I swear I don't remember—" Ezra started.
"It doesn't matter what you remember." Dax's eyes were hard. "What matters is what the pack saw. My Beta in bed with my Luna's sister. The scandal will follow both houses unless we contain it." He paused, and something shifted in his expression. "There's only one solution that protects everyone's honor."
I knew what he was going to say before the words left his mouth.
"Ezra will mate the girl. Tonight."
The room erupted. Ezra protested that he barely knew me. My mother complained that I didn't deserve a Beta. Octavia cried harder, clutching at Dax like she might faint from the shame of it all.
But no one asked me what I wanted. No one cared that I was being sold off to a stranger because of something I didn't do. I was just a problem to be solved, an embarrassment to be hidden away.
Dax raised his hand and the room went silent again.
"This isn't a discussion. Ezra, you'll mate her and take her back to Blackthorn where she'll live as your wife. She'll be kept away from pack functions so there's no further embarrassment." His eyes met mine for just a moment, cold and empty. "The matter is closed."
Seraphina's POV “She howled,” I said, crying and laughing at the same time. Ezra was wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. Hilde was sobbing. Rena was crying into her cup. Greta was sitting on her bench with tears running down her wrinkled cheeks and the widest smile I’d ever seen on that old woman’s face. The feast lasted until sunset with wine and mead and food and music. Ezra cooked enough to feed five packs because Ezra always cooked enough. Wolves from different packs were sitting together at long tables sharing bread and telling stories. Somewhere in the middle of it Greta stood up on her bench leaning on her stick and raised her cup of dirt tea and said “to the Luna’s daughter. May she have her mother’s hands and her father’s stubbornness and may she never learn to waddle” and the whole gathering laughed and raised their cups. The grey-haired Alpha from the northern ridge found me near the end of the feast with Maren asleep on my shoulder and she looked at the baby and
Seraphina's POV “It’s smaller than I expected.” She looked at the eastern quarter with the new houses and the children playing in the yards. “But it’s alive. That counts for more.” By the morning of the ceremony the gathering ring was full again with garlands and torches and fresh flowers. Wolves from five different packs were eating together and trading stories and their children were playing together and for the first time in years the territory felt connected instead of scattered. I dressed Maren in a small white wrap that Elara had sewn with tiny gold threads along the edges to match my ceremony dress. She screamed through the entire dressing process, kicking her legs free every time I tucked them in and arching her back every time I tried to hold her still and turning red from the effort of making her opinion heard at full volume. “She’s going to scream through the whole ceremony,” I said. “Good,” Dax said. “Let them hear her. A Luna’s daughter should have strong lungs.” “S
Seraphina's POV “Maren Vaelorin.” The baby stopped crying for half a second like she was listening and then started again even louder and Hilde laughed and said “she knows her name and she’s already arguing about it” and Dax said “she gets that from her mother.” I held her against my chest and her screaming vibrated through my ribs and her fists were punching the air beside my collarbone. I looked down at her red scrunched face and thought about Maren of Willowbrook standing at her kitchen window watching the road, the woman who’d opened her door to a stranger in the rain and given her everything. The woman who’d said “go, run, don’t look back” while a burning beam fell toward her. This small furious girl would carry that name into the world and she would never know the woman it belonged to but I would tell her. Every story. Every remedy. Every cup of dirt tea. Rena arrived an hour later at a dead sprint. She burst through the door out of breath with her hair loose from its braid
Seraphina's POV "We do what I've been trained to do." I put my hand on his face and his jaw was tight under my palm. "I'm a healer. I've delivered babies. I know what's happening and I need you to breathe and help me walk to our room."He breathed and put his arm around my waist and we walked through the yard together and the pack parted around us like a river splitting around a stone. Wolves were running in every direction and Ezra was shouting orders and Hilde appeared with an armful of clean cloths and hot water already on the way.Greta was on her bench and she watched me walk past and said "finally" in a voice that was rough and wet and she gripped her stick with both hands. I reached out and squeezed her shoulder as I passed and she patted my hand once, quick and firm.The room was warm and the east-facing window was flooding the space with afternoon light and the crib was in the corner with the green blanket folded on the mattress and everything was ready because he'd been rea
Seraphina's POV Eight months after the ceremony I couldn't see my feet.I was standing in the healer's hut trying to reach a jar of chamomile on the second shelf and my belly was in the way and my arms were too short and the jar was too far back and I was about three seconds from climbing on the table when Dax walked in and reached over my head and grabbed it without a word."I could have gotten that," I said."You had one knee on the table.""That was a stretch.""That was climbing." He put the jar in my hand and looked down at my belly which was enormous and round and sitting low between my hips.His hand settled on the side of it and his thumb traced a slow circle through the fabric. The baby kicked against his palm and his whole face changed, soft and stunned like he'd never felt it before even though he'd felt it a hundred times."She's active today," he said."She's been active since four in the morning. She kicked me in the ribs so hard I thought I cracked one.""He.""She.""
Seraphina's POV "Good."We stood there for a while and the hot iron cooled in the grass around us and the smoke drifted through the trees and by the time we walked back to the trail the camp was nothing but lumps of metal and scorched earth and it would never hold anyone again.We reached Willowbrook in the afternoon. The foundations came first, stone walls with no houses on them, blackened and crumbling with grass and wildflowers growing up through the cracks. The forest had started reclaiming what was left, saplings pushing through collapsed roofs and ivy climbing the standing walls.The well was still standing in what used to be the square. I stopped in front of it and pulled up a bucket and drank and the water tasted the same, clean and cold and faintly sweet from the limestone underneath."Maren lived there," I said, pointing to a foundation on the eastern edge with a collapsed chimney and a stone path. "The kitchen was on the left. She'd stand at the window mixing herbs and wat







