Seria Index Novels & Stories

She excused herself from the call. Sera was standing in the hallway with a tablet in both hands and an expression that Elara had not seen on her face before. Sera was a composed person. Precise and measured in the way of someone who had spent years in scientific environments where overclaiming was a cardinal sin. She did not show excitement easily. She was showing it now. "Come to the lab," she said. "Now, if you can." The disorder was called Kessler-Vane Syndrome.

she roared. "But I don’t hate it. I know both sides have hurt each other. However, this has to stop." Sera said turning into human form again. "I am also Sera Ramesses." He said showing the mark on her neck. " My husband is Karim Ramesses, first-born of the current clan and future alpha of the pack." She said with a determined look. " If I were not the right person, Mother would not have chosen me." Sera looked at Edith with superiority, something she had to do in order to stand out. She had a mission to fulfill. And pinches would not interfere with it.

Mia — “Serah.” Serah — “Yes, sister. How are you?” Mia — “I am fine, sister. I miss you.” Serah — “I miss you as well. When are you coming back?” Mia — “We’re on our way back, Serah. We’ll be there in no time.” Serah — “Really, sister?” Mia — “Yes, Serah. I’m coming to you and Gael.” Serah — “Okay, sister. I’m so excited. I’ll be waiting for you here.”

Kade began, “remains confidential until Sera’s birthday.” The council leaned in. He took a breath. “I believe Sera is the missing heir of Silvermoon.” Gasps echoed—sharp, disbelieving. Elder Thalen shook his head. “Impossible. The child died with the pack.” “No,” Kade said, voice steady. “Records from Ironridge cross-referenced with the intel from the attack eleven years ago. There were two alphas—a male and a female. The female was of rare alpha lineage. Their daughter, aged two, was never found. Sera is seventeen, white-wolf bloodline markers, abilities emerging early. She fits every detail.”

Mira didn't answer immediately, which was its own kind of answer. ***** Sera arrived at 10:30, and she was not calm. She was controlled — Sera was always controlled — but there was something in the way she set her materials down with particular precision that Kaela had learned to read as a specific kind of pressure. "I need to talk about sequencing," Sera said. "The departmental responses."

But other than that, I couldn't tell you much else. "Why are you so distracted?" Seria hissed, elbowing me in the side as we gracefully wove our way around the crowd. She was wearing a bright lime green dress that swayed around her feet. The front had been sliced open, revealing her medium toned skin underneath. She wore a shirt similar to Princess Alliah's, leaving her stomach exposed, and her breasts slightly covered. Her short hair was slicked back, and a green hair pin kept the lose hairs up front back. The green veil over her face completely hid her identity. Her hazelnut eyes bore intensely into mine, almost freezing me in place.

“So, this girl is your mate and so is the king of the werewolves. You keep calling her angel. Is she? Who was Indie’s mate? What is Serena? What’s going on?” He was getting more confused and upset. I knew the next part would be harder still. I would make sure he understood how important he was to me, Indie, and Serena. Denny needed to be on our side. I needed to fulfill my promise to keep Indie’s mates safe. “That’s a lot to answer, Dennis. Serena was Indie’s female mate. They’d been mated since they were fifteen. Serena is half succubus and half siren. Aria is her half-sister, by their father. She’s half succubus and half siren as well. He had a type. I guess Indie and I do to…” I laughed.

“Your pack? It is Aria’s pack. She is alpha.” “No. I am alpha. Have been for ten years. Aria and Kade are legends. Heroes. Advisors. But they are not in charge. I am.” Sera’s voice was hard. Final. “And I say you rest. Two days. No research. No work. Just sleep and food and recovery. Then you come back fresh. Clear. Useful.” David opened his mouth to argue. Saw Sera’s face. Closed his mouth. Nodded. Left without another word.

He blinked water from his eyes and finally got a good look at his attacker. A girl. Nineteen, maybe twenty. Dressed in silk robes embroidered with golden phoenixes, soaking wet, her perfect face twisted in rage. Behind her stood two servants in gray uniforms, frozen like they were watching a bomb tick down. Jayvyn's memories supplied her name: Sera. Half-sister. Father's legitimate Beta daughter. Has wanted you dead since birth. "You hit me?" Sera touched her ribs, disbelief morphing into fury. "You're dead. I'll tell General Kael you attacked me, and he'll—"

Sera’s POV “I’d love to officially introduce myself. My name is Sera Voss.” My voice didn’t waver. “Princess of the Voss pack. Official heir to the throne. And as of tonight—” I glanced at Dorian beside me, “—the fiancée of the Continental Alpha. I grinned at the look of horror on Eli and Mira’s face. I felt the shift in the room even before anyone said a word.