Serena didn’t know what had come over her, but when her father...no the fae king agreed but made a show of wanting to send his daughter in a grand fashion, she felt doubt creep in her mind and then she saw the vision.
A hand clutching her red hair and dragging her away...a faceless person shutting her into prison. She felt her heartbeat quicken as she blinked and stared at the fae king’s affronted look. She felt a hand around her waist.
“What nonsense?”
“What do you mean?”
The fae king and Dorian simultaneously said. Serena felt herself tremble, but she clenched her hands into fists trying to remain calm as she replied, “You don’t plan to give me to Dorian.” This wasn’t a question and there was n
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50| Son Meets His Mother Dorian couldn’t believe his eyes. He couldn’t believe that the woman whom he thought was gone for good, is alive and currently inflicting pain to his mate. Kai let him take over. He was still high from creating havoc, anger still simmering and bubbling. “Leave her,” he growled. Grace recovered from her initial shock. Her lips tugged up. “It’s good to see you, son.” She spared a glance at the girl who was looking at them with shock. “Don’t call me that,” Dorian gritted. He hated that word, especially when it was uttered by this wretched woman. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of her and his hand had shot out to grip her throat. He saw the palpable fear in her eyes and his lips curled into a sneer. “This is what you get from a son who turned feral.
Sedona hugged her when she heard the shortened version of what transpired after she went back. Serena allowed the hug, even though she stiffened when her arms wound around her shoulder. “I am so sorry,” the older woman whispered sympathetically. Serena felt numb all of a sudden. She felt more like the day she had fled from that horrible house, fled from being accused of witchcraft. The scent of incense and wood calmed her senses. Dorian had opted to stay outside. Serena hadn’t argued. She felt the weight of the book in her hand, the frayed cover of the book tethering her to reality. “Is this what you were talking about?” she asked and it was then that Sedona’s eyes fell on the book. Her reaction said it all. “How did you…?” Her gaze flickered from the book to its current owner.
The more urgent and obvious problems surfaced once Serena had agreed to stay with Dorian. The first one was clothes. When the alpha showed her to her room, one opposite to his, she said, “Um...my clothes...I-” She was too embarrassed to say anything else. Dorian cursed in his mind before mind linking Kyle. ‘Ask Viviane to call me.’ His beta acknowledged his order immediately. He looked at Serena and said, “I have some fresh clothes, you can use them for the time being. One of my pack members will be here soon, you can tell her what sort of clothes you want.” Serena felt herself blush. She nodded jerkily while standing stock still near the doorway of what now would be her room. She watched Dorian walk into his room. She wanted to scream at her stupidity. Despite going through the ordeal and facing the most chaotic and
Serena frowned at the implication. Viviane’s face did not really convey anything good. The latter’s eyes flickered to her before they gravitated back to the mark. “Does it burn?” The former nodded slowly. “Yes, especially if...um...it’s touched.” She still felt awkward taking Dorian’s name and especially now. However, there was no teasing glint in the pack doctor’s eyes and neither did she tease her about it. Instead, she nodded somberly. “Listen, I want you to be attentive towards this. It’s...nothing serious, just strange. I want you to note when the mark burns and when it stays dormant, okay?” Serena nodded even though worry had started gnawing at the back of her mind. Viviane smiled, a forced stretch of lips. “Don’t worry Serena. It’s just I want to make sure that you are safe and that there's nothing to worry abo
“Run! Go away! We need to leave honey,” A voice told her as hands pushed her small frame out into the woods. Serena shook her head, trying to cling to her mother, but the woman pushed her, almost shoved her towards the foreboding darkness that lay in front of them. “And remember, don’t lose that book, okay, sweetheart?” Serena nodded, all the while crying, while her mother encouraged her to move forward. She could feel the book tightly sticking to her body, bound by a rope.“Mamma will be right behind you,” she added in a wobbly tone, but Serena could see the unshed tears gathered in the bottom of her eyes. But that smile that was a source of hope and happiness for her remained on her lips. For that moment she fooled herself, she believed her mother’s words.Ophelia leaned heavily on on
Having coffee was a bad idea, a very bad idea. Serena lay wide awake, her heart still drumming in her chest. She gazed at the ceiling or rather at the small nightlights that dotted each corner of the ceiling. But Dorian had offered so hopefully. She sighed and turned to her side, the light from the corridor spilt inside the room through the slight gap between the door. She kept staring at the light. She took solace from the fact that he was just a few steps away. Yet again, she gasped, when did she see him as her saviour? Maybe when he saved you from the faes, a voice at the back of her mind murmured. The truth was she was scared to fall asleep again. What if the nightmare came back? What if this time it was worse and she embarrassed herself again...like she did when she was at the Whites’. She bit her lower lip. The way she had attacked them when
Serena paced inside her room, waiting for Dorian’s return. Viviane had to leave after she got an urgent call, leaving Serena in a mesh of anxiety and apprehension. She forlornly raised her hand and looked at the mark. How could it have been infected? She never told anyone about it. Except for Barbara and Liam… Oh, she had completely forgotten about them. She picked up her phone from the nightstand and dialled Barbara’s number. She knew that the rush hour would be over. She answered the phone on the fifth ring. “Serena, are you okay? Is everything fine?” came the concerned flurry of questions. Serena felt her lips wobble, felt her eyes well up. However, she didn’t want to make her worry about the mark. Barbara’s anxious voice cut through her thoughts. “Hello? Are you there?” “Ah, yes. Yes, I am,” she replied steadily. “I...I calle
Serena knew that she wasn’t conscious. The fact she was back at the cliff, this time looking at the waning moon, told her that this was a vision. She looked down to see the tides, crashing viciously against the wall of the cliff as if it had been angered. “Serena…” that melodic voice reached her ears once again. She turned this time, unable to resist her curiosity and her lips parted as the word she had not said for as long as she could remember, slipped out. “Mom.” It was like a breathy exhale. She knew that her mother was dead, her silhouette shimmering and translucent, and yet she felt her eyes well up. Her mother smiled sadly. “Don’t cry, sweetheart.” Serena wiped her tears, but she wanted to hug her. Despite her repressed memory, her not inability to remember her own mother and taking a long time to figure out things, she felt her suppressed love and longing ooze out at the sight