MasukSerenity The strong scent of cigarette smoke clawed at my throat the moment awareness returned. I coughed once, low and unhurried, as sleep gradually faded. The room came into focus around me, elegant and unfamiliar, heavy with dark wood and shadowed velvet. I did not recognize any of it.Even without turning, I felt a presence on my left. Something inside me stirred, an unwelcome connection to the man sitting on the couch with his legs crossed.“You have finally decided to wake up,” Martin said, his voice smooth as polished stone.A faint memory surfaced: the dark room, at least twenty Lycans circling me with open, lustful gazes. A shiver tried to run down my spine, but it died quickly. I felt fine. Better than fine. Stronger, somehow, as if whatever they had intended had only sharpened me.“Stop ignoring me, Serenity.”I turned my head slowly. Martin rose from the couch, uncrossing his legs with deliberate grace. Irritation flickered across his face, controlled and almost theatrica
Levante stood before the Moon Priestess and two additional priests who had gathered to witness the Moon Blood Oath of the Lycan General. Behind him, the royal family kept their distance despite their efforts to draw closer. His raw Lycan energy surged violently, pushing them back. Even the Lycan King, who needed to add a drop of his own blood to the moon basin, advanced with his jaw clenched tight. Every member of the royal family felt their souls straining to flee. Levante was not a man anyone dared to challenge. Meanwhile, Levante extended his right hand and pricked the tip of his ring finger with a claw. Three beads of blood fell into the moon basin filled with water that glowed in a golden hue. His expression remained dark and unyielding. Even the Moon Priestess and her priests trembled where they stood. The soldiers and guests, however, filled the arena with waves of anticipation and murmured excitement. "Please close your eyes and allow the blood to carry the weight of the
The crowd filling the main event area was so immense that even a bird would not have dared to fly overhead. All those people had gathered there specifically for the Lycan General. They waited with restless energy for his arrival.The Royal Blackthorne Family presented an image of mythical perfection, a flawless unit free of any visible disputes or cracks. Yet beneath that polished exterior, every one of them was gripped by a deep terror about a situation no outsider could resolve.Lunaria regarded Lumina with the look one might give a complete failure. Even the Lycan Queen, who had always taken pride in her daughter's magical talents, now stared at her with unmistakable disdain."What is wrong with all of you?" Lumina asked in a low, trembling voice. "I already told you. My magic does not work on him."Her words sounded defensive, but disappointment in her own shortcomings weighed heavily on her. Less than five hours had passed, and Levante was already searching for the only person th
Levante,My consciousness returned with the cold reminder that succession day waited for no one. My hand reached instinctively for the phone, only to pause in the air when I realized I was not in the royal castle but in my headquarters. I pushed myself upright, the white bedsheets crisp beneath me. The phone lay on my left, its surface cool and heavy against my palm. It was morning. I pinched the bridge of my nose, fingers threading through my hair. Exhaustion clung to me like an unwanted shadow. "Garlic avocado toast," I muttered. "Earnest." The man stood near the counter, brewing coffee with precise movements. "You are awake, Your Highness." "Good morning, Earnest," I said, tone flat and commanding. "Prepare the regular toast. Quickly." I entered the bathroom and faced my reflection. The usual heavy pressure in my head had eased. Dante's presence felt steady now, almost comfortable. Questions about how I had arrived here from the Moon Oracle lingered, but they held no urgency.
Martin,I watched the silver Lycan stride toward me with no expression on her face. Fresh blood still dripped from her fangs. She hurled the dead bodies of my guards at my feet and moved closer with a low, beastly grunt that vibrated through the stone floor."It has been a while since I felt like I belonged somewhere." Her voice carried an unsettling, predatory calm, as though she were measuring my worth as prey."Who are you?" I demanded coldly. "How dare you slaughter my people?"A low laugh echoed through the hall. "Self-defense. Sending twenty Lycans after a lone Omega werewolf? Is that not disgraceful even by Lycan standards?"My eyes widened. "An Omega werewolf? Serenity?""Oh, you know her." She laughed softly and walked past me without a hint of fear. I turned, tracking her every movement. The air in the throne room grew heavier, thicker, charged with raw dominant power that pressed down on my chest and made the torches flicker. Her silver fur seemed to drink in the light as
Martin Antonio, Master of the House of Vile, leaned back on his throne as guards dragged Serenity away. A cold, satisfied smirk curved his lips. Once the celebration began in his territory, he would dispatch his fastest female assassins to trigger the curse that would finish Levante once and for all. The thought filled him with sharp pleasure. He had waited years for this moment, and now the pieces sat perfectly in place. "Master," his butler Jonathan said from behind the throne, voice low and serious, "are you certain she is the key? What if they use her blood to break the curse?" Martin waved a dismissive hand, his eyes gleaming with calculated malice. "Blood alone is useless without the right vessel. Besides, we already know Levante nearly killed his own sister for drawing hers. This woman is the perfect leverage." Jonathan gave a short, uneasy laugh. "Beating his own sister... that is serious. But what about the video? She carries the blood of a Moon servant. If she curses
Serenity, " What do you mean?" Levante looked at me. His expression didn't hide the disappointment. Even with that, he looked indescribably handsome. I had to admit it. But standing there, in the world of Royalty, I knew better. The place I held in their lives would cost me more than anything.
Serenity, As soon as Nolan left with his friends, barely moving on his feet, my Wolf howled in my head in pain. The crushing blow felt like a tidal wave hitting my chest, firing straight across my heart. My knees almost buckled underneath me. I grabbed the edge of the kitchen counter to steady my
Serenity,The impact was soul-crushing, as though someone had grabbed something precious from inside my chest and ripped it out with bare hands. The bond snapped loud enough to deafen us. Pain exploded through every vein, every nerve, every breath. It felt like my soul had been torn apart and throw
Serenity,By the time I took the subway and arrived home, my throat had swollen like a balloon. The grip around my neck had been too tight for my body to have a normal reaction anyway.My knees were still shaking from the impact, traumatizing me beyond fixing. I hurriedly grabbed my purse, searched







