LOGINThe rest of the dinner passed in complete silence, my eyes buried in my plate and his gaze burning into me.
He was watching me like a hawk, and I could feel the heat of his hatred searing my skin. When I couldn't take it anymore, I finally looked up. Sure enough, his eyes were still locked on me, his own food untouched. His stare was enough to drown me, but I refused to stay silent. "Okay, Kaelan," I said with a new resolve. I saw his demeanor shift instantly. "It's Kael," he corrected, his voice flat. I nodded. If he didn't want to be called by his full name, fine. I just needed to say my piece. "Look, Kael, I'm tired of this cat and mouse game." "Already?" He tilted his head, a mockery of curiosity. "It's been less than twenty-four hours, and you're tired? What a shame." "I don't want to play games with you," I said, trying to hold onto my courage. I waited for him to interrupt, but he remained silent. "I know I hurt you. It wasn't entirely my fault, and I'm sorry—" "If you're about to apologize, don't," he cut in, rising from the table. "I'm not ready to listen to that shit." "Are you leaving?" I asked, flabbergasted. "Tara will get you ready for tomorrow. Sleep tight. I promise to haunt your dreams, dear wife," he said, and strode away without a backward glance. "Tara will get me ready for what? What's tomorrow?" I called after him, but he was already gone. I sighed in frustration and stood up. I'd lost my appetite anyway. · It was late, and I didn't know how many hours had passed since my last conversation with Kaelan, but the mansion had fallen into an eerie silence. I hadn't heard his voice, or Tara's. Eventually, boredom and restlessness drove me to explore the mansion myself, since I doubted he would ever give me a tour. I walked downstairs, but the silence persisted. No voices, no movement. Where did everyone go? It should be midnight, but still, there was supposed to be a feel of someone or something. This is an Alpha's palace, yet why does it feel like a lone wolf's den. I cleared my throat, then tried humming a song, but only my own echo answered. "Tara?" I called out. Still no response. I checked the kitchen, but it was empty. I was almost convinced I was completely alone until the front door opened and I jolted. I retraced my steps to see who had entered, expecting Tara or Kaelan. Instead, I froze when I saw a man staring back at me, his brows furrowed. He was dressed in a black suit and seemed to be in his forties. "Who are you?" he asked, curiosity etched on his face. I pursed my lips, unsure how to answer. I'm Alpha Dmitri's daughter? But right now, I was just a hostage. Since I didn't know who he was, I gave the best reply I could think of. "I should be asking you that." I don't know what was funny about that, but the man burst out laughing. I arched a brow. "Did I say something funny?" He stopped laughing and cleared his throat. "Not at all, miss. It's just amusing that you're asking me who I am in my son's house," he said, and I almost choked. "Your son?" Aside from the fact that this man looked too young to be Kaelan's father, the last time I checked, Kaelan's father was Alpha Pierre, and I remembered his face clearly. This was definitely not him. So, whose son was he talking about? Just as I was about to question him further, Kaelan entered, and the atmosphere instantly turned colder. Does Kaelan control the temperature with his presence? Why else was I suddenly covered in goosebumps? He walked toward me, his eyes never leaving mine, and I shifted my weight nervously. He reached my side and placed an arm over my shoulders. I froze. What is going on? "Didn't get to do a proper introduction, Sebastian. This is Seraphina, my Luna. Seraphina, meet Sebastian." "Tsk, you can't even do a proper introduction for your old man," Sebastian chuckled. "Not so old, are you?" Kaelan teased. I just stared back and forth between them, feeling like a lost puppy. "Forgive my manners, Luna," Sebastian said, bowing almost too deeply. I instinctively stepped back. "I'm Sebastian, the former Alpha of the Shadowcrest Pack." He was a former Alpha of this pack? I had heard many rumors about the current Alpha, whom I now knew was Kaelan, but I'd also heard of Alpha Sebastian, the ex-Alpha who ruled with an iron fist. "I guess you're all prepared for your inauguration tomorrow, my dear," he said, jolting me from my thoughts. "Inauguration?" "Yes, she is. I bet she can't wait for tomorrow," Kaelan cut in, giving me a smile that was full of unspoken threats. "Play along, or I'll do something worse," his eyes seemed to say. So, I forced a small smile, even though I was completely lost. "Er, yes. I'm prepared for tomorrow." What the hell is tomorrow?? "Great. I thought Kaelan was never going to take a Luna. He proved me wrong again," Sebastian chuckled, patting Kaelan on the back before walking away. The moment he was gone, Kaelan's demeanor shifted back to the hard, wicked one I was starting to get used to. "What's happening tomorrow? Who was that man? He isn't Alpha Pierre?" I asked, all my questions tumbling out in a single breath. "Tomorrow?" he said, his voice a low promise. "Tomorrow is the beginning of your doom, my dear." I stiffened, slowly processing his words. "M...my doom?" "Ten years ago, you rejected me in front of hundreds. Tomorrow, you will be married to me in front of thousands. And trust me, it will be one hell of a marriage." My legs felt weak, but I struggled to gather my courage. I'd noticed that Kaelan preys on weakness, and I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. "I don't know what your plan is, Kaelan, but it's not going to work." "Oh, really?" "I tried apologizing, but you gave me no room for it." "And what if an apology isn't what I want? You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, Seraphina. I'm sure you've heard the stories. They don't call me Lucifer for nothing. I don't forgive. I return every single thing tenfold." My voice failed me, my words stuck in my throat. "I promised I would haunt you, dear wife. Did you think I was joking?"SERAPHINA'S POV"Gosh, I hate Kaelan so much. Nothing irks me more than his damn ego," I hissed the moment I was alone in my room."Is anyone there?" I called out."Yes, Your Majesty. Do you require assistance?" A young maid I didn't recognize entered, dipping into a curtsy.I arched a brow. "Who are you?""I am Brienne, Your Majesty. The Grand Empress sent me to attend you." Her voice was meek, her eyes downcast.The Grand Empress? My confusion sharpened into suspicion. I hadn't seen or spoken to the woman since that disastrous dinner."Why would she send you? I have a full staff. Where is Ivanna?""Ivanna has been reassigned to the lower quarters, Your Majesty. The Grand Empress felt my service would be more... appropriate.""Reassigned? On whose authority? I did not request a change." My tone turned icy. "You will do me a favor. Return to the Grand Empress, convey my appreciation for her… consideration, but inform her it is unnecessary. I want Ivanna reinstated immediately. You are
As I stepped into the hall, the sheer number of eyes that turned to meet mine was staggering.I have been the center of attraction more than I can count, mainly as my father's sole heir. But to have the focused, assessing gaze of fourteen ruling Lunas upon me, as their host, was an entirely new kind of pressure.I raised my chin, squaring my shoulders as I walked to the empty chair at the center of the crescent table. I met the eyes of each woman I passed, refusing to blink. It was a strategic ploy I’d learned young: masking fear. Showing your inner thoughts was a fatal weakness.The Lunas offered bows of respect. I returned a slight, dignified nod of my own. A cold, assessing air radiated from their collective stare, but I ignored it, gingerly taking my seat.“You may be seated,” I said, offering a small, composed smile. “My apologies for keeping you waiting,” I added, though I was precisely on time.“Not at all, Your Majesty. It is an honor to see your face again since the marriage
SERAPHINA'S POVDid I really rile Kaelan up so much that he hadn’t come home for more than a day? I hadn’t heard from him since our last outburst, and Isolde confirmed he wasn’t in the castle.Maybe I’d said too much. Had I?But then… had his family really banished him? Just because of my rejection?What I didn’t fully understand was why it went that far. I knew it would affect his standing, his claim to the throne. Yes. But was our betrothal so sacred, so politically vital, that it warranted exiling their own son and heir? Or was there something else—something darker, that I had triggered?My train of thought was shattered by a knock at the door.“Who is it?”“It’s Isolde. The Beta seeks your audience, My Lady."The Beta? That's new.“I’ll be out in a few minutes,” I replied, my mind racing as I grabbed the nearest suitable outfit.Gosh, now I need to wear a bra. Bras are the worst.After putting myself together, I was directed to a sunlit lounge. Beta Rio was indeed waiting, seated
I clutched the glass in my hand so hard the crystal quivered. But that was the least of my concerns as I stared absently at the women trying desperately to hold my attention.I’d driven to this club in a fury after the conversation with Seraphina. Rio, who’d seen me take off at an insane speed, had followed. He was now sitting across from me, trying to decipher my black mood. He’d even suggested bringing in company to lighten it, but all they did was grate on my nerves.Seraphina called me a coward.A dark chuckle escaped me, though my insides were a furnace. I hated remembering the past so much that it ached when I did. But there was nothing much I could do when the main cause of my brutal past was right in my house."Honestly, I thought everything would get more fun, and you know, you’d be more happy, now that you’re married," Rio shrugged after looking at me for minutes and noting my expression."Did a fairy godmother whisper to you that marriage is all rosy? Marriage is crap," I
Isolde gulped, her face contorting with shame, and slowly sank to her knees. She met my eyes, and I felt the heat of her hatred radiating toward me.She looked once more at Kaelan, whose gaze dared her to challenge him.As she crouched and brought her mouth closer to the floor, the Empress sprang up again. "Your Majesty, please, stop this! This is madness!"Kaelan chuckled darkly. "Have I ever acted sane to you? Let your daughter refuse my order. Then you'll see how truly insane I can be."The Empress fell silent, her chest heaving with impotent rage.Seeing no rescue, Isolde closed her eyes, a tear escaping as the tip of her tongue touched the polished stone. She sprang up the moment she did it and fled, presumably to the kitchens.A strange, hollow feeling settled in my stomach. I disliked Isolde, and part of me found a dark justice in her humiliation, but another part—a small, inconvenient part, pitted her."I'm done here," Kaelan stated, pushing back his chair. The Empress rose as
"Prodigal Luna? Excuse me?" I asked, unable to stop myself. I could feel Kaelan's eyes boring into my skin, a silent warning, but the insult had already lit a short fuse in my chest.She cleared her throat, before plastering on a smile so false it was almost insulting. "Pardon my manners, Your Majesties. Please, let's proceed to the table," she said, motioning to a vast dining hall.We settled in, and she immediately engaged Kaelan in talk of pack trade and border patrols, her words carefully sculpted to exclude me. I was furniture.Then, a shriek came from the west wing, and I turned to see someone I never expected.Isolde?What was she doing here? A cold trickle of foreboding dripped down my spine."Oh my Gosh, Your Majesty! I didn't know you were here!" she gushed, fluttering to where we sat. "Why didn't you tell me, Mum?" she asked, facing the Empress."Mum?" I blurted without meaning to. The Grand Empress is Isolde’s mother?"Yes. Mum," the Empress said, her smile now dripping wi







