LOGINSerenity,
By the time I took the subway and arrived home, my throat had swollen like a balloon. The grip around my neck had been too tight for my body to have a normal reaction anyway. My knees were still shaking from the impact, traumatizing me beyond fixing. I hurriedly grabbed my purse, searched for the keys, and opened the door. I had to take medicine or I might end up passing out for sure. Just as I placed the purse on the small chair, my attention went to the living room. My eyes widened in shock and disbelief. All the laundry I had done before leaving, the washed dishes, the sofa I bought with my yearly bonus, everything was in shambles. The clothes were scattered around as though someone had deliberately thrown them everywhere. The dishes I had cleaned were used again, abandoned carelessly on the table. The smell of instant noodles and chips filled the apartment. A painful groan escaped from my swollen throat. Not only had I lost my job, but now I had to clean up again? I felt dizzy at this point. I slowly reached the sofa and sat there. My entire body was shaking profusely. I couldn't erase the painful memory from earlier. No matter how much I tried to push it away, his red eyes, that grip around my neck, and the way his Aura had almost choked me made a violent shiver run down my spine. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, letting my body process everything. My nails dug into my trembling palms while I bit down hard on my lower lip, forcing myself not to break apart. The bitter metallic taste of blood slowly spread across my tongue. But when unlucky people's bad luck began, it never stopped. Just as I was trying to take a sharp breath and calm down, Nolan's voice came from the guest room where he had his gaming setup. " Fuck, Man. I don't have any more money to buy the new equipment for the season." He yelled aggressively, throwing something against the floor. Then another voice came, " Ask your cash cow. She literally worships you." A chain of snickers spread across the house. My eyes widened. He had guests and... Cash cow? Were they referring to me? " Ugh. Don't mention it. That bitch has always been stingy with money. I took one thousand and five hundred dollars and she threw a tantrum earlier." " Seriously, Man? What did you do with that large amount of money? That's two months worth of rent in my area!" Another voice joined, " I am a man. Do you think I can live with no money?" " Yeah... Surely you can use your wife's money, although you are a 'man'." Another voice echoed with laughter, " Shut up, Dude. She should be happy to have me around. If she wasn't my mate and she didn't have that job, I would have rejected her years ago." " Lol. Or just agree that you are into this kind of woman. Everything about them is... Bigger, you know." Another cruel laughter echoed through the thin walls of the apartment I paid for. " Shut up. This is disgusting." Nolan retorted, " Every time I am with her, I feel like I am performing. Do you understand how disgusting her body is? Only fat. Nothing else. As though I am sleeping with a pig. Not a wife." Each word stabbed me right into my chest. As though I was being slapped over and over again until I could barely breathe. Tears stung my eyes as I took a deep breath. I used to love Nolan. He was my mate. I thought we understood each other better than anyone else. But it seemed like he had only been taking advantage of me all this time. And over the years, he had been doing it shamelessly. Now I felt nothing but suffocatingly helpless. I bit my lip harder, tasting blood once more, forcing the sob clawing at my throat back down. The pain inside my chest turned bitter, heavy, almost suffocating. I stood up, wiping the tears off my face, and walked toward the guest room. " Damn... Man. That's rude. We don't eat pigs, but imagining them, it's disgusting." " And I am experiencing it every day-" He froze when I slammed the door open and looked straight at him. He had three extra people there, all frozen when they saw me. The floor was filled with garbage. In just three hours, they had turned it into a trash bin. " Se-Serenity." He stuttered, " When... When did you -?" " Pack your things and leave my house!" I said, my voice sharp and cold. " What?" He stood up, " What are you talking about?" " Now!" I said, my voice calm, too calm. " This is my house too. I am not leaving." He gritted his teeth, realizing that I had heard everything. His friends hurriedly grabbed their things and tried to leave. " Stop!" I said sharply, " Take your garbage with you all. Clearly you don't want to leave your dearest friend alone with a pig." The color drained from their faces as I stood there, my eyes dark. " Stop." Nolan hissed, " Stop embarrassing me. What the hell do you think -!" Before he could even finish his words, my hand flew across his face, slapping him with all the strength I had left. " If you don't leave now, I will report all the money you have taken out of the account as theft. Do you want me to do that?" He looked like he had seen a ghost. He laughed nervously, avoiding his friends' eyes, " You... You are joking, right?" " No. Certainly not." I said, the heartache vanishing beneath the sheer certainty that I was done. " Every single expense has been taken from my salary. In my Pack's law, a 'man' taking his wife's money without permission definitely isn't legal." He swallowed hard, trying to find words to say. However, before I could even feel better, Nolan smirked, " It's just money, Honey. Do you really have to send me to jail for that? Have you forgotten? I am your fated mate. I won't reject you if you don't act like a bad girl." My eyes narrowed. He held my hand, " We don't have anyone, Honey. You are sick. Without me, how will you -!" " Don't touch me!" I hissed, my eyes darkening, " Nolan, I reject you..." I said, my voice sharp, trembling with rage and resignation, " I reject you as my mate." A sharp breath escaped from everyone in the room. Nolan's face turned ashen as the pain started spreading all over his body like wildfire.Levante, She recovered faster than any of us expected. Within a week the healers agreed she was strong enough to leave the medical wing and return home. The moment we stepped back into our own rooms she stood still for a long time, simply looking around as if she needed to confirm that everything was still real. I stayed close behind her, ready to steady her if she needed it, but she only reached back and took my hand. The days that followed were filled with quiet family visits. Martin and Silvan met properly for the first time. There was no tension between them. Martin, true to his word, promised to help Silvan return to the Moon Servant Pack as soon as the arrangements could be made. Silvan never once asked Serenity to acknowledge him as her father. He seemed to understand exactly who she was and how deeply she loved the man who had raised her. I respected him for that silence more than I could say. My mother’s punishment was changed. She was moved to the most notorious cell in
Levante,Serenity slept for another two hours after she first woke. I stayed in the chair beside the bed, her hand resting loosely in mine, and watched the slow, even rise of her chest. The color in her face had deepened a little more. Every so often her fingers would curl weakly around mine, as if even in sleep she was making sure I was still there.When her eyes opened again, they were clearer than before. She blinked at the soft afternoon light, then turned her head on the pillow until she found me.“You’re still here.”“I told you I would be.”A small, tired smile touched her lips. Before either of us could say more, the door opened quietly. Lunaria stepped in first, carrying a simple glass vase filled with pale white and soft pink flowers. Behind her came Dad, then Martin, and two of the older aunts who had been waiting in the corridor. Each of them held flowers of their own—small, carefully chosen bundles that would not overwhelm the room with scent.Lunaria’s eyes shone the mom
Levante, I stayed where I was, one hand carefully wrapping around hers, the other resting lightly against the edge of the mattress so I would not crowd her. The monitors continued their steady rhythm, calmer than they had been in days. Her breathing was even. The faint color that had returned to her cheeks the day before looked stronger now under the soft light of the recovery room. Minutes passed. Lunaria quietly stepped back to give us space, though she did not leave the room. I kept my eyes on Serenity’s face, afraid that if I looked away the small smile might disappear. Then her lashes fluttered. Once. Twice. Her eyes opened slowly, heavy and unfocused at first. She blinked against the light, and her gaze drifted until it found mine. For a moment she only stared, as if she needed time to remember where she was. Then her fingers moved weakly inside my hand. “Levante…” The sound of my name in her voice, hoarse, quiet, but real, hit me harder than any blow I had taken in
Levante, “These people… they were all my close and loyal friends. Did they really plan to assassinate us?” Dad’s voice cracked on the last word, though he kept his face carefully controlled. He was the Great Lycan King. In front of betrayal he never allowed true emotion to show. Still, the painful realization hit me hard enough that my own chest tightened. Those men had stood beside him for decades. They had helped him rule the kingdom with what everyone believed was loyalty and trust. Now he was forced to accept that the same people he had called friends had planned to wipe out the entire royal family. Even he could not fully trust what his eyes were seeing on the reports spread across the table. “Get my order,” he said at last. “Arrest every single person involved and handle them accordingly. It seems I placed too much trust in them.” “As you command,” I answered, then turned toward the ICU doors. Serenity’s condition had improved since the antidote entered her system, but the
Levante,Xavier’s call came less than forty minutes after I returned to the medical wing. Martin still stood near the ICU doors, arms crossed, jaw locked. Ivan remained a quiet presence against the wall. The moment my phone vibrated I stepped away from them and answered.“We have him,” Xavier said. “He tried to leave the city through a private airstrip under a false name. We intercepted the vehicle on the service road. He’s uninjured and being brought to the lower facility now.”“How long?”“Twelve minutes.”I ended the call and turned back to the others. “Sean is in custody. I’m going down. Stay here. The moment anything changes with Serenity, call me.”Martin’s eyes narrowed. “Bring the antidote back. Nothing else matters.”I gave a short nod and left.The corridors of the palace felt narrower than usual. Every step carried the weight of the messages I had read earlier and the image of Serenity’s pale face under the oxygen mask. The cold focus that had settled over me during the fir
Levante, She struggled hard in my grip. Her legs kicked upward in a desperate attempt to break free. I slammed her back against the concrete floor and crouched over her, one knee pressing her shoulder down so she could not rise again. “You still have the guts to lie.” “I am not lying!” she cried out, voice cracking. “It is Sean Swanblood. If you do not believe me, check my phone. Gamma Xavier already took my things.” I turned my head toward the corner of the room. Xavier stood there in silence, expression unreadable. The moment the name left her mouth he stepped forward and held out a clear evidence bag. “I have not checked anything,” he said. “You instructed us not to touch her belongings.” I nodded once and took the bag. Inside lay a standard black phone, the screen still unlocked from earlier handling. I pulled it free and held it out to her. “Unlock it.” Her hands shook so badly she nearly dropped it. She pressed her thumb to the sensor. The screen lit up. I took the devic
Serenity,The impact was soul-crushing, as though someone had grabbed something precious from inside my chest and ripped it out with bare hands. The bond snapped loud enough to deafen us. Pain exploded through every vein, every nerve, every breath. It felt like my soul had been torn apart and throw
Levante,Two hundred years ago, when the Lycans ruled the world of Werewolves, forcing the entire earth to kneel and beg for their mercy, my grandfather, the late Lycan King, captured countless women and she-wolves to build his own harem.On a full moon night, while the Kingdom of Werewolves remain
Serenity, I had been bullied since I could remember the beginning of my life. I used to cry in my Dad's arms, asking why I had to be so heavy, so slow and so ugly. Why nobody ever acknowledged me as their friend, why I was always the one left out, always the one whispered about. But Dad used to
Serenity, "Are you alright?" Sunya, one of the Luna's personal servants, held out a candy toward me. "Here, take it before your blood sugar drops again." I nodded quietly before taking it, my fingers brushing against hers for a brief second, warm and steady. I unwrapped it and shoved it into my m







