I quickly changed my expression back to normal. With a calm gesture and a fake smile, I turned my gaze to Kaelen, who seemed a little surprised by my reaction.
If it were the old me, I would have immediately shown my dislike for Seraphyne. But now, Kaelen was nothing more than trash that couldn't even be recycled. “Congratulations to you, Young Alpha.” A gaze that felt burdensome was directed at me. I turned abruptly, looking at my father with a worried expression on his face. Right. I forgot to tell my father that I no longer liked that worthless man. Due to Kaelen’s confusion over my response, Alpha immediately took over the conversation. “As you know, the pack members have always considered you the perfect match for Kaelen. The elders have also proposed the same.” I smiled bitterly. Perfect? They were even afraid just by seeing me. “However, now they are questioning your position due to the arrival of Kaelen’s mate. A meeting will be held soon to discuss this matter. I’m sure the General has also received the invitation.” I turned to look at my silent father. A long sigh escaped my lips, representing the exhaustion now screaming through every part of my body. Even the blood cells in my body were resisting any further involvement with Kaelen. “Alpha, there is no need to hold a meeting to discuss this matter.” Alpha’s face was filled with confusion. “What do you mean by canceling the meeting?” Once again, I placed my right palm on my left chest. “Forgive your servant, who is filled with shortcomings. Alpha, I will step down from my position as the candidate for Young Alpha’s couple. Young Alpha’s mate can fill that vacancy.” Silence enveloped the vast, opulent room. After several minutes, Alpha resumed the conversation, which was solely to reconsider my decision. He might have thought that someone who loves Kaelen wouldn’t easily give up that position. Of course, with a charming smile, I tried to reassure him as much as he questioned me. Even now, my father, who is the closest person to me, also asks about my sudden decision. The car’s wheels keep turning, just like my father’s endless anxiety. “Lyara, are you sure you no longer want to be by Young Alpha’s side?” I roughly wiped my face. “Father, I already made it clear earlier. I no longer love Kael… Young Alpha” I must stop my habit of calling Kaelen by his nickname. I will completely sever ties with that man. Just thinking about him makes the corners of my lips curl into a smile. “I just don’t want you to regret your decision just because you’re filled with anger toward Young Alpha’s mate right now. You might change your mind once your head cools down.” “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. The news that Young Alpha had found his mate on the way back from the war had already spread by the time they arrived at the pack.” Father stared intently into my eyes and took one of my hands to give it a gentle stroke. “The pack members are comparing you to the Young Alpha’s mate. I tried to shield you from that because of your current condition. But truly, I don’t want to hide it from you for too long. Just until your health improves.” A warm feeling spread gently through my chest. Even though my father was confused at the moment, for some reason I was enjoying his concern for me. A sense of happiness welled up inside me. I hugged my father’s arm with a wide smile. Yeah, my father was both firm and gentle. And lately, he had become very gentle. “I know you’re just trying to protect my feelings, and I don’t mind that. Your presence alone is enough for me. I don’t need anything else,” I said playfully. A gentle caress touched the top of my head. “You’ve been acting spoiled toward me these past few days. Are you expecting something?” I pouted my lips. “How could Father think that? I’m not expecting anything. I just want to act spoiled like this.” I turned my face away in annoyance. “Can’t I act like this?” Father chuckled softly. “Of course you can. Whatever it is for you, my dear daughter.” I shook my head. No, this wasn't the time for me to relax like this. Destiny had gone awry, and I had played a part in it. Does that mean everything I’ve experienced in the past has also changed? Though it didn’t cause a major shift that affected the entire world, it was enough to impact the Gravepine pack. I released my grip on my father’s arm. “Father, may I ask how the Alpha and the Young Alpha won this war?” “You ask as if you’ve never been in a war before.” My father ruffled my hair. “Of course they eradicated the rogues, and it ended with the Alpha beheading the rogue leader. You saw the head without the body yourself when they paraded it along the pack’s streets to proclaim their victory instead of riding in a car, didn’t you?” he continued. I nodded stiffly. Though I was forcing a smile, my mind was filled with tangled threads with no end. There was no specific attack that should have cornered the Gravepine pack. Was it because of my father’s absence? Doesn’t that mean they were targeting my father instead of the Alpha? “Lyara!” My body tensed. Something screamed inside me, it was my wolf! Hot liquid boiled, trying to break out of my body. I spat it out, coughing with my hands pressed against my lips. My body trembled, my vision blurred. Dark red liquid soaked my palms. “Lyara!” my father’s anxious voice grew fainter until it faded into silence. *** What’s wrong with me? I feel like a chunk of iron heated in a furnace. My body feels as though it’s been struck by a large, heavy, lifeless rock. I shift my gaze to the side; the familiar furniture in the room appears blurry. With all my strength, I sit up. I briefly reflect on the events that have befallen me today. “I’m in the room.” Recalling my father’s scream, the last memory before I fainted, makes me feel guilty. “Father must be worried again because of me.” I take a deep breath. “After the regression, my body has become weaker. Although it’s true that I’m still adjusting to the curse I received a few weeks ago, I’ve never been this weak in the past.” Holding onto objects around me, I tried to stand up and walk slowly. There were no servants or anyone else around, which made me furrow my brow. But when I saw the sun about to set, I finally understood. At times like this, the servants must be busy in the kitchen preparing everything needed to tend to me as I suffer in pain before midnight. “Is Father at the pack’s castle right now?” I muttered, my head throbbing with pain. My eyes widened. As the objects were violently thrown at me, my body was thrown far away. My back collided with the wall, and I ended up sitting on the floor. Blood seeped out from the shards of glass embedded in my foot. Damn it. Why did the attack happen at a time like this? A shriek was followed by the sound of hurried footsteps. Five unknown men, their bodies shrouded in black cloth, had managed to break into the house and even ransack its contents. My hands clenched tightly. How dare they come to the house of the leader of the pack warriors! Do they no longer value their own lives? My teeth clenched in anger. Or were they deliberately targeting my father? With lightning-fast movements, they charged toward me. I quickly pulled out the shard of glass embedded in my foot and used it as a weapon. My heart raced not out of fear, but because my body was simply not up to fighting right now. My breath was already heavy even before the fight began. One of them charged at me first. I dodged to the side, holding back a cry of pain as my foot accidentally struck a piece of wood. Blood flowed freely, but I had no time to care. My weapon managed to slice the side of the enemy’s neck, causing him to stumble backward. Another came from the right. This time I blocked his attack with my left arm, then launched a kick that failed to connect perfectly because my balance was off. My body stumbled backward, but I forced myself to stand again. There was no option to surrender. Attack after attack came, and I parried them with all my strength. But each movement felt like draining all my energy in an instant. The world spun, and my breath grew shorter. My vision grew blurry. My body was finally pushed backward and collided with the wall again. A loud ringing filled my ears, and this time I couldn’t get up. I was cornered. The five of them surrounded me from all sides. Is it over? Is this how it ends? Suddenly, the sound of wind filled the room. One by one, the enemies’ bodies were flung away, as if struck by an invisible force. My vision was blurry, but I could still see a tall figure standing among the blood and dust. Someone stood before me. I didn’t know who he was, but the aura around him made me want to kneel. Strong… too strong. In a swift motion, he disposed of the remaining enemies trying to rise. My body, unable to support itself, began to fall. But before I hit the floor, his arms gently caught my body. At this close distance, my gaze fell on the object hanging around his neck. An old sun-shaped necklace with sharp rays. The exact same necklace as my savior’s from my past life. I couldn’t have seen it wrong. I could remember its shape even with my eyes closed. “Lyara!!” It was my father’s voice. He hurriedly entered the room. Then silence fell, as if the entire world held its breath as he saw the man holding me tightly. “A-Alpha Aric?” my father’s voice trembled. He was an Alpha?"Here! Bring a wet cloth! Quickly!" The shout echoed through the hallway, making my eardrums vibrate. I rushed into the open treatment room, my body still panting. Everyone's eyes were on me—Dr. Clera, Hessel, Lysander, Mira, Tavien, Serel—a circle of familiar faces that now looked like shadows waiting for their fate. In the center, Alpha King lay like a melted metal statue.The room had turned into a quiet battlefield: wet cloths being dragged, potions being stirred without pause, and words spinning like bullets. "Don't get too close! It's hot… incredibly hot," Dr. Clera ordered, holding her breath, her hands trembling as she touched one of the burn marks with a stick wrapped in cold cloth.I stepped closer, though Hessel held my arm with a deathly pale face. "Luna Lyara—don't. His body's dock is hot; the dampening runes slip if touched by just anyone."His body felt strange, like holding metal freshly pulled from a flame—hot to the point o
“Pass me that bread, Lysander. You always hold onto it too long before anyone else gets a chance to taste it.” Alpha King’s voice cut through the soft buzz of the small dining room in the east wing. He reached out his hand, half joking, half commanding—a combination that made the servants hold back their smiles and me shake my head in amusement.“Good bread is worth keeping, Alpha King,” Lysander replied with a grin that instantly revealed the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. “But fine, I don’t want my head to end up as a banner on the Red Tree.” He finally pushed the bread basket toward us.“The Red Tree is full,” I joked lightly, though my chest still felt cold from yesterday. I divided the bread, placing a piece on Alpha King’s plate and another for myself. “Alpha King, Luna,” said Hessel, who was sitting across from us, opening his scroll of notes that smelled of flaxseed oil.“Brief report,” Hessel tapped the page. “Grade two healing pot
"Don't let them escape!" Tavien's voice echoed loudly through the palace corridor, breaking the tense silence.I stopped right behind the pillar, my breath catching in my throat. I had just arrived when the warriors’ footsteps echoed as they led the Draenor family, their hands bound by delicate chains. Their faces were stiff, some pale, some bowed, and others staring at the floor as if gazing at a fate already decided.Alpha King stood tall beside the small stage, his robe swaying with each firm step. I stepped beside him, our gazes meeting briefly. No words were spoken, only a silent agreement that felt louder than any shout.“Take them to the eastern wing. Separate them as needed for interrogation,” he ordered. His voice was calm yet firm, leaving no room for doubt.“Understood, Alpha King,” Tavien replied succinctly.I swallowed the bitter taste in my mouth, my chest heavy with emotions I couldn’t untangle. The
Seraphyne Duskfang's POVThe first chill that embraced me was not the air, but stone. The walls of this cell held a motionless night; it clung to my skin, seeped into my bones, sucking away the last remnants of heat that dared to linger beneath my skin. Magic-dampening chains encircled my wrists, the knuckles of my fingers turning white every time I tried to pull them. I looked up. Rune symbols were carved into the stone, glowing faintly like embers running out of breath. They covered this space like a net, weighing every tremor born in my mind—the moment a thought threatened to become a spell, it was severed at its root. “Do you think you can keep me here?!”My voice echoes through the bars, shattering on the stone steps, falling back to my feet. I laugh, quickly and without humor. A laugh born from the remnants of courage that refuses to die.“The Master won’t let his student be discarded so easily!” I add, se
That grip should have triggered my fighting instinct. But as his breath hit my eyelids, as the familiar scent of cold pine and iron pierced through the smell of torches—my caution crumbled like sand washed away by waves.“Aric?”I was about to gather my words when he pulled me close, bringing our faces together, and his lips covered mine—quickly, deeply, fiercely, with long-suppressed longing. A kiss that taught my body the words I couldn’t speak: I’m here, don’t disappear again. His fingers framed my jaw, his thumb gently traced the curve of my cheek, and the entire night—with all its chaos—narrowed down to the whisper of his breath and the racing beat in my chest. “—hm…” I held my breath for a moment, tensed for an instant, then surrendered to the wave he sent. When his lips trailed down my jawline and stopped at the curve of my neck, the world seemed to shift its axis. The lingering pain in my head melted away.Just as tha
The stone wall behind me was cold, like reason extinguishing emotion—but the night gave no respite to my racing heart. I clung to the protruding rock, holding my breath until my chest ached, stifling any sound that might betray my presence. He was… the elder of Draenor. His jawline is sharply defined in the firelight, his gaze hard—not the friendly gaze that usually accompanies him when he asks about my wounds, or when he offers me the bitter potion that always makes me frown. Before him stands a tall man in a black hooded cloak, his movements like smoke: slippery, hard to fully capture with the eye.“What were you thinking, coming straight to the pack’s palace?” The elder Draenor’s voice was low, but the embers of anger flickered between the words. “We were supposed to meet in the middle of the forest. Not here.”The hooded figure lifted his chin briefly, just enough to let his sneer be heard. “This is urgent. I can’t wait. Our time is run