LOGINSeraphine's pov
I squinted my eyes in fright as he looked over me. This wasn't supposed to happen. I fisted my palm as he dragged me toward him. I let out a little wimp as my back scraped on something on the bed.
"You will know what pain feels like." He said. His voice sounds like a dog wrapped in a velvet book. Although I didn't know what he meant by that, I didn't want to find out.
His left palm grabbed my breast roughly as he stared at me with that expressionless face. He muttered a low growl as his mouth moved a little.
He bent down and planted a kiss on my lips that only lasted for a second. He pulled up from me and I let out a sigh, thinking he was going away.
"Kneel down and suck my dick." he commanded, so plain, like he was talking about the weather.
I gulped as my lashes quivered.
"I just hope you're either deaf or not about to defy my orders or make me ask again," he said, his voice more grumpy this time.
I pulled myself up from the bed and knelt before him, as he pulled his trousers down. The size of it made me gulp. I stared at the tip which seemed to be breathing. Will this fit into me? This Alpha was trying to kill me and that's for sure. I used my saliva to wet my chapped lips before bringing the tip to them. I hated to admit it, but the sight of it did something to my body that I didn't want to name. I had never been with a man before and this was going to be my first time if the Alpha decided to do it to me.
The first thing I tasted was the warm, salty liquid that landed on my tongue. I closed my eyes and let my imagination run wild. I rolled my tongue on the tip and tried to accommodate my mouth around his enormous manhood. He grabbed my hair and rammed into me, and I felt a tear drop on my cheeks. He shoved in and out of my mouth like I could fit into anything. My jaw hurts from the consistent thrust.
He probably felt I was uncomfortable so he stopped. I gasped and tried to grab some air before he pushed his cock into my mouth again. I almost gagged as it reached my throat. When I thought I couldn't take it and would pass out soon, he pulled out.
"Strip," he ordered, his eyes dark as he stared at me.
I almost choked on his words. I stared at him to see if he was hiding a smirk that would be tagged as him not being serious.
"I won't repeat myself," he growled.
I stood up and grabbed the handle of my garment. I slipped it off my shoulder slowly. I could feel the tears threatening to fall down my face, but I didn't let myself break down in front of him. He is the kind of Alpha that would never show me mercy and would be irritated by my tears.
I was wearing nothing underneath, not like I had something to wear. As the garment touched the ground, I stood completely naked before him. I stared at him for a second and could see the disgust on his face. Was my body that unpleasant? I looked down at the floor again, my heart hammering in my chest.
"Lie on the bed and spread your legs," he said, and this time, I let out a little whimper at how vulgar he sounded.
I knew he wouldn't want to repeat himself so I just walked up to the bed and lay with my legs closed.
"Spread... your... legs," he fired, his voice sounding scary.
I closed my eyes and opened my legs wide, not wanting to see his disgusted reaction. The first wave of wind hit my vagina and I felt my body shiver. I felt his hand raising my legs to the air and parting them wider. I felt like a slut...maybe a caged whore.
I felt a tingling sensation on my clitoris and peeled my eyes open immediately from the effect. His tongue swirled around my clit as he sucked on it. What is this feeling? It felt like the most amazing thing in the world that I found myself moaning.
"Uhhh..." I tried to form a sentence but he bit my clit so hard I let out a scream.
"Don't you dare make a single sound," he warned, his tongue not leaving the center.
I found myself trying to grab his head but I wiggled instead. I felt him insert a finger inside me as he used his tongue to scoop up my juice with his tongue. I thought I heard him say something like 'you taste so good,' but knowing he is the Alpha and couldn't utter such words, I ignored it.
His fingers worked on me as I turned and curled up. He pulled out his finger, making me gasp loudly, and he held my legs in place before adding one more finger into me, making it two. I bit my lips so hard I thought I would draw blood.
I felt my shivers breaking as my body and legs shook. I was close to climax and I felt him withdraw and stare blankly at me. He stood up, went into the bathroom, and left me there with an incomplete orgasm. I felt my whole body shake from the effect as my mind longed for more. Why was he in the bathroom? Maybe he needed to ease himself before coming to complete what he started. Right?
I patiently lay on the bed and waited for him to show up. And besides, he might not be happy to see me get out of bed when he hadn't told me to. I stared at the ceiling as I heard the faucet turn on and off.
He entered the room and looked at me, his eyes asking a question.
"Why are you still here? Do you imagine the Alpha will have desires for you? What do you think you are? Not even a lame dog would find you pleasurable. You digusting frail thing.”
His words hit me like an instant headache.
“Clean up your mess before i come back.”
He announced, and without looking back, left the room while my body pulsed in shame and regret.
Agora’s POVShe slipped in after midnight.I knew every footstep in this palace, every guard’s heavy stride, every servant’s hurried shuffle, every nervous pause where fear freezes the air. Obedience has its own rhythm here, and I hear it everywhere.Seraphine shattered that rhythm.I’m at my desk, the study door closed, candles almost burned down to nothing. Papers gather dust in front of me. I had switched on the shower so she wouldn't be alarmed whenshe returned. My wolf stirred under my skin, pacing, uneasy...not because of threats or politics, but because of her.The door opened.Too quiet.I didn’t need to look up. I felt her arrival in the shift of air, in the sudden tightness in my chest, like something of mine just crossed a line I never permitted her to cross. She slipped inside, closed the door behind her with deliberate care.Late. So much later than she should be.My hand dug into the edge of the desk.I should call her name. Demand an answer. Remind her servants not to
Seraphine’s POVMorning in the slave dining hall is never really silent. It pretends that everyone keeps their voices low, heads down, moving carefully, but real quiet only lives where there’s no fear. Here, fear is everywhere. It lives in the clatter of wooden bowls, in the scrape of benches on stone. It sits heavily on our shoulders. It squeezes our throats.I sat next to Anaya, hands wrapped around a cup of thin porridge that tasted just a little like ash.Across the hall, Lady Verya’s laughter drifts in from the nobles’ corridor beyond the partition. Light, amused, untouched by hunger or punishment. I swallowed. “Anaya,” I whispered, hardly moving my lips.She glanced over, just the corner of her eye. “If you’re about to say something dangerous, eat first.” I almost laughed. Almost.“I saw the necklace again,” I said.She froze, spoon hovering. “The one you told me about?”I nodded.“Alpha Kael’s sigil. She wears it during punishment rounds. Every time.”Anaya’s jaw locked. She le
Agora’s POVSilence isn’t empty. It presses in, thick and heavy. I didn’t notice it at first, just the way the noise faded after Seraphine stopped filling the space. She used to command a room without saying a word. Defiance showed in her jaw, her slow, deliberate eye lifting. Even whenshe followed orders, you could feel her resistance, coiled beneath her stillness. She was enduring, not surrendering.That’s gone now.She moves like a shadow trapped in its own outline. No hesitation. No trace of anger. Not even a flicker of resentment when someone says my name. Honestly, that shakes me more than her outright rebellion ever did.I catch glimpses of her, always working, always hunched under a load that looks too heavy for her. Her shoulders have narrowed, her hands look rough and raw, and the skin is split and badly healed. She doesn’t complain. She never pleads. She won’t even glance my way.The first time I noticed, I brushed it off as a coincidence. The second time, irritation flare
Seraphine’s POVWhen you start to figure out where pain comes from, you start looking for it everywhere. Trying to track it is almost. I didn’t write anything down. Didn’t ask questions. Didn’t hover or stare. I just remembered.Lady Verya was always up before the sun. She sipped her tea alone in the eastern antechamber, never sweet, never hurried. She would inspect the servants with her chin high, eyes sharp, as though she expected disappointment. Mornings were for punishments, afternoons for humiliation. She saved her worst for when she had an audience. But honestly, the nights were what mattered. Nights were hers alone. My work changed fast. It's no longer a regular chamber. Instead, I got the kind of jobs that wore you down, scrubbing stone floors that were already spotless, hauling water from the lowest cisterns, sorting through records that smelled like old dust and rot. I didn’t mind the exhaustion. It blurred the edges of everything else.Still, I kept count. The first nigh
Seraphine’s POV That necklace shouldn’t have mattered. Just a small thing, really delicate, dangling at Lady Verya’s throat as she swept down the servants’ line that morning. She held herself as she had always done. She had straight hair, a high chin, square shoulders, and a stern face.But the second I saw it, my breath caught. I knew that sigil. Alpha Kael. The stylized wolf head etched into the pendant wasn’t obvious. To most people, it’d pass for decoration, nothing special. But I recognized it. I’d seen it stamped into wax seals and stitched on banners, worn proudly by Kael’s envoys when they visited the palace, pretending they were just here for polite conversation.I remembered those visits. I’d stand by the wall, eyes low, like I’d been taught. Boots thumped past, cloaks swept the floors. The air always felt tight, like everyone was holding their breath. Alpha Agora’s jaw would clench so hard you’d swear his teeth would crack.Now that same sigil pressed against Lady Verya’s
Agora’s POV“Don’t touch it again.” He hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, but the words came out anyway. The jar sat heavily in his hands, warmer than it should be. Seraphine stood across from him, pale and shaken. Her fingers twisted into her skirt, gripping tight, like she needed something to hold on to. She glanced at the jar then quickly looked away, as if staring for too long would get her in trouble.Agora forced his voice steady, cold. “If you touch it again, you’ll get yourself into real trouble. Trouble I won’t save you from.” He tasted the lie as soon as he said it. She swallowed. “I understand, Alpha.” He scanned her face, searching for a hint of rebellion, the slyness Lady Verya always hinted at. He found only confusion. And underneath that, something rawer... longing. Not for him. For the truth. “I don’t get why you’re so fixated on it. It’s not a toy. It’s not for you,” he let out a breath, frustration leaking in.She hesitated. “I’m not...” She shook her head, strugglin







