MasukSerafine’s POV “Why are you doing this to me?” I asked, breathily. My nails dug into the fabric of his shirt.His finger thrust inside me again. The gasped that escaped my throat was so sharp. My mouth fell open. My spine arched. My grip tight on his shoulders. “Still talking?” He whispered in my ear.Then he curled his finger against a spot inside me that made my entire body freeze. My knees gave out and he slammed his lips forward, pinning Mr harder against the wall. His thigh rested between mine. He was holding up with nothing but the weight of his body and his finger buried deep inside me.He pulled his finger out slowly, dragging it along my inner walls, and pushed back in, deeper than before. Then he added a second finger.My body stiffened. The stretch was sudden. And the sound I made was between a moan and a scream.“That's it.” He said quietly. “Take both of them.”“That's too much.”“It's not.” He pushed both fingers all the way in and held them there, buried to the knuckl
Serafine’s POV “I… now?” I whispered.He tilted his head to the side. “When else?”My eyes bored into his. His into mine. I would be lying if I said I knew what he wanted from me. But since he wouldn't explain. And preferred to watch me figure it out on my own. I could only think of one thing. “My hands…please.”He let go of my wrists at that moment and took a step backward.My fingers moved to my blouse and undid the first button. I looked up to his face for any reaction. There was none. He had that unreadable expression on his face again. My hands were shaking so badly. I almost couldn't grip the second button. Yet I forced myself to. Including the third and fourth button.The fabric parted and my red lace bra came into view. My chest was heaving, Pulsing against the thin lace with every breath, and the cool air from the open window hit my exposed skin like ice water.After undoing the fifth button, the blouse hung completely open now, framing my body like curtains pulled apart.
Serafine’s POV The world shrank down to this room. Just me and him. The air felt thick and warm. It seemed I was getting more drunk by his overshelming scent.He stared at me. His jaw tightened. His eyes narrowed slowly like a predator.“Bran,” my voice barely above a whisper now. He said nothing. My wrists were hurting from the tight grip of his hands.“Bran, please,”“You're drunk.” He said slowly, “Just how many glasses did you drink after I left. And why did it have to be my room where you come to?”My stomach dropped. His room? My eyes looked around, taking in the sight of the bed and everything else. No wonder no one had come in or passed by since I came in. No wonder we were the only ones here. That was why it felt so quiet. I was such an idiot.“I—I didn't know this was your room. I'm sorry—I just—”“You just what?” He came closer, pressing his bidy against mine. And I instinctively tried to step backward, but realised that I was pinned against the wall. It was a dead end
Serafine's POVThe memories crashed into me so suddenly that I covered my face with both hands. "Oh, no, no, no…"Bran's laughter echoed through the room.I remembered almost everything. The memories came in fragments. Broken pieces of last night stitching themselves together one embarrassing moment after another.After Aric left the game, things became worse.I remembered that much. The living room had been warm and noisy. Lupin was laughing. Bane was trying and failing to be responsible.I was sitting on Bran's couch with a half-empty glass of wine in my hand.And Bran… he was no where to be found at that time. He had excused himself for something. I couldn't remember why.At the time, I hadn't cared. Until moments later when I needed to pee. I waited patiently for Bran to come and help me to the bathroom because I was sure that I couldn't walk on my own. After a long time of waiting, I remembered crossing my legs. Then glaring at the doorway."Where is he?" I asked, annoyed. Lupi
Serafine's POVA dull ache pounded behind my eyes. I groaned softly and buried my face deeper into the pillow.Why did my head feel like someone had hit it with a hammer?The pillow below my cheek was far too comfortable to belong to me. The sheets were softer too. Wait. My eyes slowly opened.Sunlight streamed through large windows, bathing the room in warm light.Confused, I pushed myself upright. The movement was a mistake. The pain inside my skull exploded."Ow..." I clutched my head with both hands.Then sensed the strange smell coming from me. I sniffed my sleeve. My eyes widened as my senses registered the smell.“Alcohol? " My voice sounded hoarse.I looked around the room and immediately froze. The dark furniture. The familiar scent in the air. This wasn't my room. This was Bran's room.My heart nearly stopped. "Oh my… why am I here?"The door opened. And I looked up just as Bran walked inside carrying a tray. The moment he saw me awake, a smile spread across his face."Good
Alpha Bran's POV As the night deepened, the festivities became livelier. Music echoed across the territory. Bonfires burned brightly.Pack members danced and celebrated underneath the lantern-filled sky.For the first time in years, Dark Mountain was this lively and was at peace. No threats. And wars. Just happiness. And celebrating with family. I stood near the edge of the central courtyard watching the celebration when Aric approached me.Clara stood nearby speaking with the pack girls that were her age.I noticed how Aric looking at Clara and what she was doing softened his expression instantly.Then he followed my gaze and sighed. "Don't."I looked toward him. "What?""You have that look on your face.""What look?""The one that says you're about to say something ridiculous about me and Clara.""You and Clara? Why do you think so? What relationship do you have with her?"Aric snorted. "Never mind."It was becoming quite obvious that Aric and Clara were hiding something from me.
Clara’s POVI stood in front of the Alpha's house frozen. My feet rooted on the floor. Right where Grayson had left meThe air felt thick in my lungs, like I was drowning while standing upright. My ears still rang with his voice. “Mind your business…I don’t want to see you again for now…”Grayson
Alpha Bran’s POVSaskia folded her arms, her expression sharp.“You took a very big risk imprisoning two top officials from my pack because of a—”She stopped herself. Then her eyes flickered to me.She remembered my warning. And couldn’t say human slave in front of me. Not after I made it clear I
Alpha Bran’s POVSerafine frowned the moment her eyes met mine. She glanced around the room. Then tried to sit up.“Lie back,” I commanded.She obeyed, sinking back into the pillows with rigid movements. I had used my Alpha aura on her. Otherwise, she would have left. Her eyes burned into mine, gl
Saskia’s POVShock rippled through me when Bran asked,“What do you want?”I had anticipated this moment but never thought it would happen with Bran asking the question first. Bran was a hard dog. Always had been. And telling him the real reason I had come to his house was a risk I wasn’t sure I c







