LOGINXavier, "Who is there?" I shouted, my usually steady heart suddenly pounding hard against my ribcage, the force of it echoing in my ears. "Serenity!" I whispered urgently, breaking into a run toward the silhouette. But when I reached the spot, the figure had vanished into thin air. My eyes narrowed in suspicion. I had seen it clearly. "What happened?" I muttered, confusion and growing alarm twisting in my gut. Just as bewilderment gripped me, a faint, pained sound drifted from inside Serenity's room. My body reacted before my mind could catch up. I slammed the door open with a forceful push. "Serenity?" Once again, my entire frame locked in place. Serenity lay crumpled on the floor, her skin flushed a burning red from the fever that ravaged her. Soft yet agonizing whimpers escaped her lips, filling the room with raw vulnerability. Her claws were extended, digging desperately into her own chest as she gasped for air, each breath a labored struggle. "Serenity!" I stormed in, rush
The moment the royal midwife laid hands on the newborn Prince Levante, the curse revealed itself—his tiny body already straining to shift. The Lycan Queen, who had long prided herself on bearing only "pure" children, saw her flawless record shattered. Raised by the Gamma General, she viewed any imperfection as a personal insult. From that day forward, she could barely stand to look at her youngest son. Lunaria, the second-born and only ten years old, became his sole protector. Despite having no knowledge of childcare, she refused to let any nanny near him. Levante cried constantly and fought his curse even as a newborn, so Lunaria personally hired a wet nurse who would deliver the milk but never got close to her brother and demanded, and received, full authority over his care from their father. Groomed to lead the she-lycans, she instead became Levante’s mother in every way that mattered. The Lycan King pleaded with his wife to involve herself, but she refused. For the fir
Levante, The fact that Earnest was William’s brother already sat like a stone in my gut. He had watched his younger brother die by my uncle’s hand, yet he still chose to raise me. Staring at his hunched back, all I wanted was to apologize for the blood on my family’s hands. But I held back. Some wounds needed time alone to bleed. I thought of checking on Serenity, but stopped myself. It was past midnight. I hoped the fever had not returned. The potion I had prepared for her should carry her through the night. I couldn't still understand how parents could be so cruel. Throughout her life, she couldn't understand why she was going through everything she didn't deserve, without knowing that the very person who gave birth to her, had put a curse on her. Serenity was the one with the worst curse in this world. Not me, not anyone. Restlessness clawed at my chest. I could not sit still, so I headed outside, intending to walk or release my Lycan spirit to roam. My feet froze mid-ste
Levante, "What did she just say?" Earnest's eyes flew wide, the pupils trembling violently. His breath caught so sharply it almost sounded painful. "Twenty-three years... Did you keep him locked in there for twenty-three years?" He stormed forward, boots slamming against the stone hard enough to send sharp echoes through the chamber. His fists trembled at his sides, knuckles whitening as his nails bit into his palms. Countess Brighton had already gone ashen, every trace of color draining from her face. Sweat slicked her skin, glistening beneath the dim light. She edged backward, her breaths turning ragged, until the guards slammed her to the floor. Her knees cracked against the stone with a sickening sound, and she winced violently. "Did you keep him there for twenty-three years?" Earnest growled, his voice rough and shaking with fury. She shook her head wildly, hair sticking to her damp cheeks, tears cutting hot tracks down her face. Her lips quivered uncontrollably. "I am sorry.
Levante,The room was quiet except for the heavy breathing of Countess Brighton. Her hands shook against the cold floor. Her face turned pale as she realized that she had fooled everyone for years, but it would all end tonight.My nails drummed against the armrest while I waited for her to speak. When she remained silent even after two full minutes, I raised my hand. Two guards moved at once. Their sharp boots struck the floor, making everyone flinch.Countess Brighton's head snapped up. She saw the two guards reaching for her arms."What? What are you doing? You cannot touch me. I am a she-lycan. It is illegal," she protested."You are a criminal under my jurisdiction, Countess Brighton," my voice cut through the tension, making her freeze. "And in my jurisdiction, a criminal has no gender."She froze, her eyes widening in terror. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead. She glanced desperately at Count Brighton and then at Earnest, searching for anyone who might help her change the course
Levante,I stayed until night fell and Serenity finally fell asleep after sulking about me not leaving her side. She was weak and pale, yet the resilience in her eyes was unbreakable.Guilt gnawed at me for snapping at her. Serenity had grown up in a world shaped by the abuse of power and unfair treatment. To them, even looking at a noble was a crime. They barely dared lift their eyes, face a noble, or defend themselves. Layer after layer of trauma, labeled the child of sin, abandoned by everyone, and now betrayed by my own sister.I could not fathom how much she suffered inside. I wished I could take away some of her pain. I used to curse my fate, wondering why I was so unlucky. Now I knew I had been whining about a life that gave me everything."Your Highness. The guests are still waiting for you!" Butler Earnest glanced at Serenity’s pale face, looking concerned.I nodded and placed some desserts and snacks on the table. "Let’s go!" I said, walking out of the room.Right after Ser
Levante,It was like pouring rain in the wilderness, calming the entire forest without leaving any trace of fire. In the world of loud, monstrous noises in my head, her voice was like soothing music. The moment she held my face as though I was the only one she could see, the moment her warm hand s
Serenity,A gentle ray of sunlight filtered through the curtains and struck my eyelids, forcing me to squint and slowly open my eyes. My other hand instinctively reached toward the spot on my forearm where the needle had entered the night before, fingers twitching with the urge to scratch at the l
Serenity, Levante left me with Leon. The air inside was smoother and sweeter than outside. I took a deep breath as the day slowly bled into night. The soft glow of lanterns cast warm shadows across the wooden walls of the cottage, filling the space with a calming herbal scent that eased some of th
Serenity,“Come with us!” she repeated.Her voice wasn't cold, but there was an edge that made my skin crawl. A commanding tone that could make anyone follow.But living this life for twenty years, experiencing everything firsthand, I knew what she meant by that.I took a deep breath, gently rubbin







