chapter 3 Torture

Seraphina’s POV

The grand estate of Alpha Kaelion Voss Blackthorne loomed before them as the car pulled to a stop. The massive mansion, standing proud and intimidating, had once felt like home to Seraphina. Now, it was nothing but a glorified cage—a place where she had been deceived, humiliated, and ultimately sentenced to death.

But this time, she was in control.

And the first step to her revenge? Torture.

Not physical, no—this was far better.

She was going to break them both with their own games.

As Kaelion stepped out of the car, she tightened her grip on his arm, making him look at her.

"Kael," she murmured, pouting. "Carry me inside?"

His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he let out a low chuckle. "You’re really clingy today, baby."

Seraphina tilted her head, batting her lashes up at him. "Don’t you like it?"

Kaelion's smirk widened. "Of course, I do."

Without hesitation, he scooped her up into his arms, carrying her bridal style through the entrance of the mansion.

The reaction was immediate.

The pack warriors and maids inside paused in shock, eyes widening as they took in the sight. Their Luna-to-be had never behaved like this before—so delicate, so demanding, so… entitled.

And the best reaction?

Selene’s.

Her stepsister had barely stepped out of the car when she saw Kaelion carrying Seraphina inside. Her grip on her purse tightened so hard that her knuckles turned white. But she schooled her features quickly, plastering on a fake, amused smile.

"Well, well," Selene mused as she walked up beside them. "Someone's in a mood today."

Seraphina turned her head lazily to face her. "What? Can't I be spoiled by my mate?" She sighed dramatically, leaning her head against Kaelion’s chest. "I mean, I am the Luna, after all."

Selene’s jaw clenched for the briefest second.

Oh, how sweet it was to see.

Kaelion chuckled, pressing a kiss to Seraphina's forehead as he carried her up the grand staircase. "You can be as spoiled as you want, baby."

Seraphina smirked inwardly.

Perfect.

She was throwing her weight around. This was her first time doing this, but she was enjoying it far too much

As soon as they reached the top of the stairs, she looked around, snapping her fingers toward Kaelion’s Beta, Darius, who had just walked in.

"Darius," she called sweetly, "can you carry my bags to my room? I’d do it myself, but…" She dramatically laid her head against Kaelion’s chest. "I'm just so tired."

Darius blinked, momentarily caught off guard, before nodding. "Of course, Luna."

At that, she noticed Kaelion stiffen slightly.

He had never corrected the pack when they referred to her as Luna before, but now, when she was actually embracing the role? It clearly unsettled him.

Selene, who had been about to follow them upstairs, let out a small laugh. "Ina, you never ask people to do things for you. Are you feeling okay?"

Seraphina smiled sweetly. "Oh, I just realized something important, Selene."

Selene raised a brow. "And what is that?"

Seraphina leaned forward slightly in Kaelion’s arms, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"If I’m going to be Luna one day, I might as well start acting like one now."

Selene’s smile froze, but before she could say anything, Seraphina turned her attention back to Kaelion, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Kael," she whispered, "take me to your room?"

Kaelion’s eyes darkened, flickering with something unreadable. "My room?"

Seraphina nodded. "I don’t feel like sleeping alone tonight."

She felt Kaelion’s arms tighten around her, his body reacting instinctively to her words.

"Of course, baby," he murmured, carrying her toward his chambers.

As he walked away, Seraphina turned her head just in time to catch the pure rage simmering beneath Selene’s forced smile.

She had barely begun, and already, her stepsister was seething.

Torturing Selene—A Little More

But Seraphina wasn’t done yet.

Just before Kaelion could open the door to his room, she gasped dramatically.

"Oh no!" She turned her head to Selene, who was still standing there, fuming. "Selene, can you supervise the kitchen for me?"

Selene blinked. "What?"

Seraphina sighed, shifting in Kaelion’s arms. "You know, since I'm tired. It's usually the Luna’s duty, right? I’d do it myself, but… well, my body just feels so weak."

Selene's eye twitched. "You never cared about that before."

Seraphina tilted her head innocently. "Well, I do now."

She let the statement hang in the air, watching as Selene clenched her jaw.

"Of course, Ina," Selene said finally, her voice deceptively sweet. "I’d be happy to."

Seraphina smiled brightly. "Oh, and make sure they prepare Kaelion’s favorite dishes! I want everything perfect for him."

That was the final nail in the coffin.

Selene had spent years learning Kaelion’s favorite meals, making them for him, trying to win his heart through them. But now?

Now, Seraphina had taken that away from her too.

And she could see it.

That rage.

That pure, unfiltered jealousy burning in her stepsister’s eyes.

Seraphina hummed in satisfaction, finally allowing Kaelion to carry her into his chambers and close the door.

Winning Over Kaelion was her next goal

As soon as they were alone, Kaelion set her down on his bed, his silver eyes locked onto hers.

"You’re different today," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Seraphina blinked up at him. "You don’t like it?"

Kaelion chuckled, shaking his head. "I didn’t say that." He trailed his fingers along her jaw. "I just… I didn’t think you’d ever want this. You’ve never been the type to demand things, to take charge."

Seraphina reached up, cupping his cheek. "People change, Kael," she whispered. "Maybe I just realized what I really want."

Kaelion’s gaze darkened.

She could feel the shift, the way his body leaned closer to hers, the way his breathing slowed.

He was falling for it.

Just like she wanted.

Because the first step of her revenge wasn’t to destroy him.

It was to make him fall for her.

Madly. Deeply. Obsessively.

And then, once she had him completely wrapped around her little finger—

She’d break him.

Just like he had broken her.