MasukFabian 's POV
I rolled down the widow of my car and stared up at Moon-ridge pack house. I hated this place. The moment stepped out of my car, I spat on the ground.
The fact that Alpha Haynes had the audacity to betray my father and spill my family’s blood ignoring decades of friendship mean I had no liberty to show him mercy.
I would have killed him a few days ago. I had seen his death, it was so close but the coward had run to the council with his tails between his legs, begging for amnesty which they had sold to him.
Now, I was forced to follow the fucking law and abide by it.
He should have thought about the law when he murdered my family in cold blood. I wanted to laugh. I didn’t give a fuck about the law but I was going to keep it down for now. Once his amnesty was over, I would swoop in for the kill.
He’d never know what hit him.
As I walked towards the little pack house, people scurried out of my way. Obviously, they knew power when they saw it, unlike the coward they had as Alpha. By the time I was done. I would tear this place down.
“Where are they?” I demanded as soon as I set foot in the foyer. “Are they trying my patience? Alpha Haynes should know I can decide to let go of the law and destroy this place after all, he has no army to protect him now.”
“He will be here soon,” One of the councilmen who had come with me to make sure there was no foul play answered.
Just then, the double doors above me opened and a young girl in a veil stepped out. Alpha Haynes stood behind her and his cold eyes looked through me. I saw his jaw tightened and smiled.
Watch me as I take everything from you one by one.
I watched as the girl descended the stairs, her frail body trembling. Her father must have told her what I did to his men. Good. She should fear me. I will take her life last after making her watch what I did to her family.
I rose fluidly when she finally stopped in front of me and in two long steps, closed the distance between us. I took her veil in my finger and lifted it slowly. The innocent looks on the girl ‘s left me momentarily breathless. Her eyes glimmered in loveliest shade of blue, while her luscious lips trembled softly, and an overwhelming impulse drove me to step forward and kiss her. My hand brushed her jaw as l leaned closer, letting her exquisite fragrance drift into my nostrils. She smelled like an angel and her smell stirred something in me.
I pulled away quickly, taking a step back.
Her face was flawless and her exposed skin was supple and silky. I grinned. To bad I’ll have to kill her. Eventually.
“So, you are the one.” I said. “What is your name?”
She hesitated, her eyes darting to look at someone over my shoulder. “Seraphina,” she said finally. Her voice was like music to my ears. How could someone so lovely be born to a devil like him?
I opened my mouth, about to test her name on my tongue. Seraphina. Such a beautiful name. but I immediately stopped myself, reminding myself that she was the daughter of my number one enemy.
“I have a gift for you,” I said, taking another step away from her. Without taking my eyes off her, I snapped my fingers and Jordan stepped forward with a box which he placed in her trembling hands.
"Open it,” I said coldly.
Confusion passed over her features and the hall quietened further as if everyone was holding their beaths.
Slowly, she pulled the ribbon it was wrapped in and opened the box. Her eyes widened as she stared at the content. Her trembling hands trembled even more and the box dropped to the ground with a clatter.
Gasps echoed around the hall as everyone’s eyes stayed on the head that was rolling out of the box. I kept my eyes on Seraphina’s face, satisfied with how ashen she looked.
Behind me, sone screamed and the hall erupted in chaos.
“I’ve heard of you,” I said slowly. “Alpha Hayne’s spoilt daughter who thinks she is above everyone else. Spoilt, rich and entitled. Selfish, just like her father.” I stepped towards her util there was no space between our bodies. “I killed your betrothed. Castrated him first.”
Her mouth dropped. And whatever blood remained in her face, drained leaving her looking as white as sheet.
I smiled. I was enjoying this more than I was supposed to.
“You don’t believe me?” I taunted. “Then I have another gift for you.” With a snap of my finger, Jordan appeared with another gift box.
“Take it and open it.” I ordered. “I guarantee that you will like this one.”
Her hands shook as she pulled the ribbon and the box opened up. This time, she screamed and once again, dropped the box, exposing her fiancée’s private organs to the entire room.
Satisfied with everyone’s reaction, I stepped away from her meeting Alpha Haynes cold gaze. Ahh… did he think this was over? I’m afraid, its just beginning.
“I, Lycan Fabian of Nightfall pack, defeated Haynes in battle but he absconded and bought himself amnesty.” I announced. Collective gasps rang around the room. “Your coward leader should have died with honor but he ran to save himself and sold you off to me! According to his amnesty, witnessed and signed by the council, I now own this pack util his amnesty expires.”
I smirked, waiting for anyone who had the guts to challenge me. fortunately for them, they weren’t that stupid.
“Son of Haynes,” I called out. “Step forward.”
I was aware that Alpha Haynes had one son and I was going to start my revenge with him. I smiled as the boy shaking moved towards me, stopping a few feet from where I stood. My claws sharpened and in one single slash, I tore his neck open.
Blood gushed out of the neck wound and his lifeless body fell with a thud.
Screams erupted around the hall. My eyes were only on Alpha Haynes and the pain I saw in his face. His hands were clenched into fists and his body trembled with the fury he felt.
You should have died in that war, I said to myself. You brought this upon yourself. Did e really think an amnesty could save him from me?
“The children shall pay for the sins of the father!” I cried out. This was only just the beginning. “Alpha Hayne, tis is my gift to you. See it as an early dowry for your daughter.”
I heard his Luna’s cries but I didn’t care about it. The day her husband murdered my family in cold blood, he hadn’t given my mother time to mourn. She should be grateful.
“Don’t worry. I’ll kill your daughter last. Before then, I’ll handle her well.” Glancing at Seraphine, I held out y hand. “Come, you will be my bride.”
Her body trembled even more and her eyes darted to her father. Slowly, she took my hand and I pulled her to my side where she was going to be for only a short time.
Councilman Jerome stepped forward with his book and began reciting the words in it. The words which would bind me and tis woman for life.
When he was done, I placed out my hand and he cut it with a small dagger, the did the same to Seraphina.
“Join your hands.” He said.
I took her hand, joining our open wounds together in front of her father. How is that Alpha Haynes?
“This union has been bonded and accepted by the goddess.” Councilman Jerome announced, pulling me from my thoughts.
Smirking, I led my bride to the door, stopping just when my foot was at the threshold. “Take every one of them prisoner. Spare no one.”
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Seraphina's POVThe night was calm, but the peace felt strange almost too quiet to be real. For the first time in Moonridge pack , in what felt like forever, there were no war horns, no burning villages, no blood stains on the palace walls. However ,from quite a distance one could hear the noises , the gentle chirping of crickets and the distant laughter of our people as they were celebrating the new era and the sound makes the pack felt alive, full of hope and relief, like the whole kingdom was finally breathing again. I stood still for awhile as l pondered and reflected on all that has happened on the marble balcony , I glanced over the capital, I watched as lanterns flashed across the river. All I perceived was the smell of a fresh pine and damp soil that was evident in the air after the evening rain. Although , I felt a strange kind of feeling within me, that unusual feeling that comes only when you have finally reach the top of a mountain and suddenly realize that you have no id
LFabian's POVThis was a first time experience in the throne room. After many years, I was no longer sitting on the throne.In place of my old chair, two chairs were created using silver and blackstone and adorned with the Lycan Kingdom's royal emblem. Those seats were where my children Zayne and Zaelah were situated. The twins. The future. My legacy. I stood at the bottom of the dais with my hands tucked behind my back.' With a soft whisper, the court was quiet as its ministers and Alphas bent before their new rulers. There was a sense of nervous energy and respect.’ The. Change was the cause, not fear. This world was forever in danger of experiencing change.Zayne uttered the words "Father" with a firm yet polite tone, suggesting that someone should sit beside us. People still look to you for assistance. I shook my head in a slow motion. "No, son.". Today isn't mine. Both of you hold the throne at hand. Zaelah rose from her seat, her mother's confidence glistening in her silve
Fabian's POVIt was a strange quietness that existed in the night air only after storms had passed and died. I observed the Lycan Kingdom that had been restored from the lofty balcony of the Moon Palace. Dark silver moonlight shone on the walls that had been smashed by war. A rebirth of sorts was felt as the scent of cedar and rain rose from the courtyards, and new banners were waved. Peace. I had struggled, grieved and believed that it would never come. But tonight, it was real. But despite the quietness around me there was that awful feeling inside. Despite the silence, Seraphina's voice cracked with warmth and softness, saying "Fabian.". As she stood next to me, with her silver gown glistening in the mist and her hair flicking back and forth. "Oh, how beautiful is this?"As per my words, yes, but my eyes were fixed on the horizon. Almost too quiet." The speaker responded by saying: She had a faint smile on her lips, saying: "You've been involved in wars for too long. Peace
Seraphina's POV. It had never been so lively in the halls of the Lycan palace.' As the dawn sun set, silver and crimson banners drifted through the air, their fabric reflecting sunlight as fire and steel for the kingdom. With my hands pressed against the cool stone, I watched the courtyards below where hundreds of our compatriots had gathered in celebration at one point on this high balcony. Peace. Despite being an unrealized dream, it now fills the air with cheers and smiles as people clasp hands. I felt a sense of both pride and anxiety as my heart beats with force. I felt Fabian's arm swaying around my waist, unwavering. His presence always anchored me. His voice was low, meant only for me. “They look to you, Seraphina. To us. But more than that to them.”. He looked at the children entering the courtyard. Zaelah and Zayne. Their paths were no longer characterized by children, but rather by leaders who were chosen through destiny and fire. Shabby: Zaelah carried herself with
Fabian's POV. But that morning, the dawn was different. Not with the crimson violence of war and storm clouds heavy with conflict, but with soft gold spilling over the Moonridge Valley. It had been decades since I last woke up with nothing. There were no looming alarms, no soldiers were dying on the battlefield and no protesters nibbling at the edges of my crown. There was only the sound of my heart beating against mine, the steady pulse of Seraphine and the assurance of tranquility beyond the palace walls. It was evident to me that peace was never attained in a moment. It wasn't given. It was forged. I arose, taking off the curtains. Banners in the courtyard below, resembling both silver and gold, were not meant to represent conquest, but to symbolize unity. The palace square was filled with wolves in human and Lycan forms, not to protest or fight, but to celebrate. They were peaceful. Living memory: I had lived long enough for the kingdom to blossom under shared leadership. My ki







