LOGINAlpha Bran's POVThe silver knife trembled in my hand as I held it up.If this was what she truly wanted. If my existence only brought her pain...Then maybe letting her go without the pain of rejection was the last thing I could give her.I shut my eyes as the cold edge of the knife touched my throat. "BRAN!" Serafine roared and I froze. Not because I wanted to stop. But because I couldn't move anymore.My eyes widened at my hand and knife that remained suspended in the air. An invisible force wrapped around my wrist, holding it in place and preventing me from slitting my own throat.I looked up at Serafine. Her crimson eyes glowed brightly under the moonlight, power pulsed around her."Stop!" Tears streamed down her face. "Stop it!"The knife slipped from my fingers. And Serafine ran toward me. She snatched it from the air and threw it as far as she could.Then she dropped to her knees before me, hitting my chest hard. "What is wrong with you?!"Her voice cracked as more tears pour
Alpha Bran’s POV I continued before she could interrupt. "I didn’t stop there. I made sure to expose every evil he did while on sit. But regarding your family… Elder Larkin and the others collided against me and covered it up again. My power then was nothing compared to their combined force. There was nothing else I could do then.”Silence stretched between us. The wind whispered through the trees.I looked into her eyes. "Have you ever wondered why there isn't an Alpha King anymore?"She didn't answer.I continued anyway. "That position no longer exists because of me." Tears rolled down my face. "I dissolved it. I made sure no single wolf would ever have that much power again." My voice cracked. "I made sure nobody could do to another family what happened to yours."I took another step toward her. "Everything changed because of what happened back then. Because of your family."Serafine stared at me. And for a brief second I thought I saw hesitation. But then more tears slipped down
Alpha Bran's POV"Serafine!" My voice cracked as I reached her.The sight before me nearly brought me to my knees. She was tied to an altar while the moonlight bathed her pale skin. Her auburn hair was tangled around her shoulders. Tears stained her face.And surrounding her were corpses. An innumerable number of dead wolves littered the clearing. The smell of blood hung heavily in the air.I rushed to the altar and ripped off the ropes holding her wrists and ankles. The moment the last rope fell away, I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her into my embrace.Relief flooded my heart seeing that she was alive. I was scared that I didn't make it on time to save her. After leaving Aric behind to fight those wolves. More of them intercepted me on my way to Serafine and I had to deal with them for hours alone. "Serafine..." My voice broke, I held her tighter.and allowed myself to believe everything would be okay from now on.Then she shoved me away. The force caught me off guard and
Serafine’s POV Her golden eyes were fixed on me as she stepped closer. I didn't understand how it was happening but I could feel the connection between us. She wasn't just any wolf. She was Amaris. My wolf.She stopped in front of me.Tears filled my eyes again as my hands slowly reached out and touched her fur. Warmth exploded through my hand.She lowered her head and rested it against my palm.A gentle voice echoed inside my mind. ‘I will help you. You are not alone.’I gasped.It was the first time someone was speaking in my head. I didn't need anyone to tell me who it was Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks as she drew closer.‘You never were alone. I was with you all the time. They were with you.”” she added, looking around.Warmth spread through my soul. The emptiness inside me began to crack. The wolf lifted her head. ‘We need to go back now.’I stared into her golden eyes. The pain inside me dulled.The wolf's tail swished gently and I rose to my feet. Then turned toward the
Serafine's POVTears streamed down my face as I looked around at them. There were so many people.Every spotlight revealed another life that had been stolen. A guard who had stood before my mother's chambers with unwavering loyalty. A maid who had carried me as a baby.Temple servants. Warriors. Children. People who had done nothing wrong and died because they chose to remain loyal to my family.My chest hurt so badly."I'm sorry." My voice trembled.Nobody spoke. Nobody blamed me. That somehow made it hurt even more.I looked from one face to another as fresh tears blurred my vision. "I'm so sorry. I don't think I can continue living like this.” My shoulders shook violently.There was silence. Then a small voice called out. "Amaris!"I turned quickly to the direction the voice sounded and saw a little boy stood under one of the spotlights.His dark hair was messy. His bright eyes were familiar.Pain exploded inside my chest."Gerald..."My elder brother who now seemed like my litt
Serafine’s POVI stood frozen under the tiny beam of light shining down on me from above. Its pale glow illuminated only the small patch of ground undrrneath my feet while everything beyond it was darkness.My chest rose and fell rapidly as panic clawed through me."Hello?" I called weakly. My voice echoed into the darkness.No answer came back.Fear wrapped around my throat. I turned in circles. I could see nothing beyond the spotlight. Darkness covered everywhere.A sob escaped my lips. The memories of my life came rushing back into my mind. The High Priestess, Gerald, Elena, my father and all the innocent people who died for a lie, leaving me with no family. Then there was Marande. She saved me. Raised me. And loved me despite not being my real mother. And father who had died protecting me. Fresh tears filled my eyes. The simple life I once had with them was gone forever.A painful ache spread through my chest, then my thoughts drifted to someone else. Jace.My step brother. Th
Grayson’s POVI didn’t bother slowing down as I raced to the pack house.My mind was already ahead of my body, racing through every possible version of Serafine's reaction to hearing the news. Bran would marry Saskia the next day. That was brutal. Serafine would break.She loved Bran deeply and st
Clara’s POVI used to think heartbreak was dramatic.Something exaggerated for movies and stories. Long stares through rainy windows, hands clutching chests, tears falling at the perfect moment. I used to watch characters pine after people who never looked their way and think, Why don’t they just
Serafine’s POVMy eyes blinked open. I looked around, taking in the sight of where I was. It was unfamiliar.My body jerked upright, lungs burning as though I’d been dragged out of deep water. I squeezed my eyes shut as I thought I was dreaming. When I opened them, I was still in the room. Nothing
Alpha Bran's POVSerafine countered, "When I see you, I only think of marrying once to the person who will love me the way I am. I will have a dozen kids with him.""You will not have kids with anyone but me," I said as jealousy stabbed like a thousand sharp shards of ice. "You will never belong to







