MY ALPHA HUSBAND WANTS ME DEAD

Serena’s POVThe dungeon smells the same as the last time I was here, wet stone, rusted metal, old blood. And underneath it all, the sting of wolfsbane. It’s in the air, soaked into the walls, probably in the water dripping from the ceiling. It makes my head heavy and my wolf quiet.I sit against the wall, chains tight around my wrists. My stomach rolls from the wolfsbane, and my wolf curls into herself, too weak to help me. Without her, I’m just… human. No strength. No healing. No backup.Like last time.I was fifteen when the former Alpha locked me down here. I was stupid and brave back then, stepping between him and a child he was beating for stealing food. I told him to stop. He didn’t like that.I spent three days here. Three days of darkness and his “lessons.” The scar down my back came from squeezing through a gap in the bars when I finally escaped. I was bloody, terrified, and half-dead when I crawled out into the moonlight. But I lived.I always live.Now I'm sitting in the s

Serena’s POVI wake up warm.Not fever-warm or fire-warm. Just… comfortable. Safe. It’s such an unfamiliar feeling that for a few seconds I lie still, trying to remember the last time I felt anything like it. I can’t.Then everything hits me at once, and my eyes snap open.I’m not in a cave anymore.I’m in a real room, stone walls, wooden beams, a fireplace burning softly. The bed I’m in is huge, covered in soft furs and clean linens. Morning light slips through a tall window. The whole place smells faintly of lavender and smoke.And sitting near the fireplace, watching me like he’s been waiting, is the Lycan.He’s too big for the chair he’s in, one ankle resting over his knee, calm and unreadable. But the way he sits, placed directly between me and the door, tells me he’s not here casually. He’s on guard. Watching. Waiting.His silver eyes lock onto mine the second I sit up too fast.The world tilts. My body swings sideways, but strong hands catch me and push me gently back onto the