LOGIN~Serah POV~The dungeon door creaked open after six long years, and the sudden rush of fresh air made my lungs burn. Two guards walked on either side of me, their hands firm in my arms as if I might try to run. My legs felt weak from years of little movement, and every step sent sharp aches through my bones. The rough fabric of the simple dress they had given me scratched against my skin, but I barely noticed. All I could think about was seeing my son.The corridor seemed endless. Torchlight flickered against the stone walls, hurting my eyes after so much darkness. I leaned on the maid walking beside me, Adara, the only person who had shown me kindness during my imprisonment. Her grip on my arm was tight, almost too tight, and I could feel her trembling.We reached the entrance to the Great Hall. The heavy doors opened, and the smell of roasted meat and smoke washed over me. The hall was full of people, like courtiers, guards, rogues and guests from other packs. They stood in silence,
~Lydia POV~Six years had passed since that terrible night in the bathing room, and the palace had settled into a new, quieter rhythm that hid many secrets. I stood in the middle of the small private sitting room, watching Mirabel on her knees as she scrubbed the floor with trembling hands. Blood had pooled in the corners and soaked deep into the edges of the rug.The nanny’s body lay slumped against the wall, her neck twisted at an unnatural angle. The poor woman had only corrected Silas when he refused to finish his reading lesson. That single moment of annoyance had been enough.Silas, now six years old, stood a few feet away with his arms folded across his chest. His face showed no emotion at all. His dark eyes watched Mirabel work as if she were cleaning up spilled milk instead of the remains of a human life. He looked so much like Jethro, the same sharp jawline, and intense gaze, but there was something colder in him, something I had carefully shaped over the years with every st
~Lydia POV~I waited in the shadows just outside the bathing chamber, my pulse steady but my mind alive with anticipation. Everything had been set perfectly. The water in the tub was scalding hot, mixed with a special blend that would burn skin on contact.Serah came out of the chamber carrying Silas. She looked tired, her eyes still carrying the shadows of the day, but she thanked Maribel softly and took her son toward the bathing room. I stood back in the shadows, watching her every move as she did not check the water. She simply lowered Silas toward the steaming bath, without even testing the temperature first.My moment had arrived. I burst into the room right as her hand hovered near the water, Jethro and two senior council members right behind me. I let out a sharp, desperate scream."No! Serah, stop!"I lunged forward and snatched Silas from her arms in one swift motion, pulling the baby safely against my chest. My voice cracked with perfect fake fear. "What are you doing? Can'
~Lydia's POV~I stood in the shadows of the corridor, my heart racing with satisfaction as Serah's face transformed right in front of the visiting Luna. Veins spread across her skin like dark rivers, and her fangs lengthened fully. The strong scent of the Luna's blood had done exactly what I wanted, and Serah looked ready to strike.The visiting Alpha appeared suddenly from the main hall, drawn by the strange silence. When he saw his wife facing Serah in that state, anger flashed across his face. He rushed forward and flung Serah off with one powerful push, sending her crashing against the wall to protect his Luna."What is the meaning of this?" he shouted at Jethro, who had just arrived with the others. "You have been hiding the kind of person your queen truly is, despite all the rumors we heard about her killing pack members! How dare you let her loose among us?"Jethro stepped between them quickly. "Serah is not what you think, and trust me, I am not hiding her because those rumors
~Lydia POV~I watched everything from the side of the grand hall, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. The birthday celebration for Silas was in full swing, with guests laughing and talking loudly. Jethro stood near the center speaking with an Alpha from another pack. Serah is still trying to control herself, which I hate with passion because I want her to lose and show them the beast in her, but the Alpha looked straight at Jethro and asked, "Why is it that your concubine is ordering your wife to stay back?""Ooh, I didn't notice that." Jethro smiled calmly and turned to me. "Lydia, stop."The Alpha's Luna smiled kindly at Serah. "You can be excused if you need to be, my dear."Serah stood up quickly and left the hall, which I followed right behind her. The moment we were alone in the quieter corridor, Serah started panting heavily. I stepped closer with fake concern."Why did you leave the banquet to come here and pant like this? Is something wrong?"Serah turned her face to
~Serah Pov~I sat up slowly in the chamber, still feeling the strange weakness in my body after the collapse. The door opened and Duskbane and Lady Luis walked in. They bowed low to Jethro, who was still sitting beside the bed."My lord," they said together.Jethro stood up without a word and walked out, leaving the three of us alone. I looked at them, surprised. "Why did you come?"Lady Luis sat on the edge of the bed and smiled in a way that felt strange. "My daughter," she said softly.The word sounded wrong coming from her because when did I suddenly become her daughter? Duskbane cleared his throat. "Actually, there is something that has gone missing. We asked your sister Lydia about it, but she said she knew nothing. So we wanted to ask if you took any magical portion?"I scoffed. "What? Why would you think I did that?"Lady Luis leaned closer. "Because of the death of Leo. We are not accusing you of it, but the way he was killed by you sounded strange. We heard you say his bloo
Tristan's POVI stood frozen in the shadows just outside the palace gates, staring at the tall stone walls that had once been everything I knew. The wind carried faint sounds from inside with distant voices, the clink of armor, but my mind was somewhere else entirely. Centuries peeled away like old
Tristan’s POVThe chamber glowed soft red from the low lanterns hanging on iron chains as I sat in my chamber with my legs stretched out, the heavy goblet of blood resting easily in my hand. The room was warm from the low fire, and the soft sounds of laughter and moans filled the air. Two of my peo
Serah’s POVThe dungeon door clanged shut behind me with a sound like finality. They hadn’t even bothered to chain me this time, just shoved me inside and left. I landed on my knees in the straw, dust puffing up around me. The place smelled of the usual damp stone, old blood, and faintly sour. I loo
Serah's POVI knelt by the stone basin in the servants' yard, scrubbing my baby's tiny clothes with numb fingers. The water was cold, turning my hands red from the tiny clothes I scrubbed. My son's little shirts and soft wraps floated in the suds, so small they barely covered my palm. I worked the







