ログインThe golden light fading from Seraphina's arm left the remaining rogue wolves whimpering in pure terror. Realizing they were facing a force they could not understand, the beasts turned and scattered into the dark forest, retreating as fast as they could.
The danger was gone, but the sudden rush of magic completely drained Seraphina's strength. Her vision blurred, her knees buckled, and she fell weakly onto the cold cobblestones, darkness swallowing her whole.
When Seraphina opened her eyes, she was lying on her massive bed. The room was quiet except for the crackling fireplace. She groaned softly, turning her head, and instantly froze.
Kael was sitting right beside her on the mattress. His large frame towered over her, his golden eyes burning with an intense, unreadable emotion.
For a second, she thought he might thank her for scaring the rogues away. Instead, his jaw tightened.
"You are reckless," Kael growled, his deep voice rough and angry. "You could have died out there. You fell down like a fragile doll the moment the fight ended. This just proves what I said in the throne room, Seraphina. You are weak."
The insult stung worse than the rogue’s claws. A hot wave of anger rushed through her veins. "Get out!" she snapped, sitting up quickly and trying to swing her legs off the bed. "I saved myself, and I don't need your pity!"
"You're not going anywhere," Kael barked.
Before she could move, Kael leaned over her, his massive hands pinning her wrists firmly against the soft mattress. The sudden proximity made her breath catch. He was heavy, warm, and smelled intensely of rain and pine trees.
"Let me go, Kael!" she breathed, her heart hammering against her ribs.
"Shut up," he whispered fiercely.
Kael slammed his lips against hers in a brutal, passionate kiss. Seraphina gasped in shock, which only allowed him to deepen the kiss, his tongue claiming her mouth with an undeniable, dominant hunger. She wanted to fight him, she wanted to push him away, but her traitorous body melted under his touch. An involuntary, soft moan escaped her throat, sending a shiver through the room.
Hearing her moan, Kael’s control completely snapped. He released her wrists, his large hands sliding down her body with burning heat. He slipped his hands beneath her black top, deftly unhooking her bra with practiced ease and pushing her flat against the bed, his breathing ragged against her neck.
*Knock! Knock!*
The sharp sound of a fist against the wooden door shattered the heavy silence.
"Miss Seraphina?" the maid’s voice called out from the hallway. "Should I bring in the healing herbs for your arm?"
Kael froze instantly. The spell was broken. His golden eyes cleared, and a look of sudden regret and shock crossed his handsome face. He stood up immediately, stepping away from the bed and straightening his clothes, refusing to look at her.
Seraphina swallowed the thick lump in her throat, her face burning with immense embarrassment. She quickly adjusted her top.
"N-no, thank you," Seraphina called out to the door, her voice trembling slightly. "I am fine. You can leave them outside."
"Yes, milady," the maid replied, her footsteps fading down the hallway.
Without saying another word to Kael, Seraphina couldn't bear the suffocating awkwardness inside the room. Her emotions were a chaotic mess of anger and raw confusion. She scrambled out of bed, pushed past Kael's massive frame, and ran out into the cool night air, desperate to clear her head.
The castle hallways were empty, and she hurried toward the quiet security of the main garden. The cool wind bit into her skin, helping to wash away the embarrassing heat of Kael's touch. How could he reject her so brutally in front of everyone, only to touch her like that in private?
As she stepped onto the stone pathway of the dark garden, a sharp, dripping-wet voice shattered the quiet night.
"Shameless whore!!!"
Seraphina stopped dead in her tracks. She spun around, her eyes widening.
Standing under the moonlight was Aurora.
Aurora was the daughter of one of King Draven's oldest and most powerful allies. She was a beautiful, high-ranking werewolf with sleek blonde hair, but her face was currently twisted into an ugly mask of pure rage. Aurora had been obsessed with Kael for years, and everyone in the pack assumed they would marry to unite their families' fortunes.
"Excuse me?" Seraphina said, her voice instantly turning cold.
"You heard me, you pathetic human orphan!" Aurora snarled, marching right up to Seraphina, her long fingernails digging into her palms. "I saw Kael walking out of your wing just now. I know what you're doing. You are a disgusting, husband-snatching leech!"
Seraphina felt a bitter pang in her chest, remembering Kael's harsh rejection in the throne room. She looked at Aurora with tired eyes. "I didn't snatch anyone, Aurora. Kael doesn't want me. He made that perfectly clear to the whole world today."
"Then stay away from him!" Aurora screamed, her voice rising in pitch. Her eyes suddenly flashed a vicious, predatory silver, signaling that her inner wolf was taking over. "He belongs to me! He is going to be the King, and I am going to be his Queen! If you think I'm going to let a weak, packless human ruin my future, you are dead wrong."
Before Seraphina could draw her daggers, Aurora let out a feral growl. In the blink of an eye, Aurora’s body shifted violently, bones cracking and fur bursting from her skin. Within seconds, a massive, snarling grey werewolf stood where the girl had been, its long fangs dripping with saliva.
The giant grey wolf lunged forward, aiming its deadly jaws straight for Seraphina's throat.
The quiet in the royal sickroom felt heavy and thick. The only sounds were the slow crackle of the fireplace in the corner and the wet, painful gasps of old King Draven trying to pull air into his weak lungs.Jaxon dropped to his knees right beside the bed first. All his pride, all his dark anger, and all his grand talk about taking the crown vanished into thin air. He grabbed his father’s thin, ice-cold hand with both of his shaking hands, pressing his forehead against the heavy grey blanket."Father..." Jaxon choked out, tears bursting from his eyes and soaking into the wool blanket. "Father, I am here! It’s Jaxon! Please open your eyes!"King Draven slowly fluttered his heavy eyelids open. His bright golden eyes were dim now, like fading embers in an old fire, but when he saw his sons standing over him, a soft, trembling breath escaped his chest.Kael knelt down on the other side of the bed, taking his father’s other cold hand. Lucan stood right behind Kael, holding Seraphina’s han
Chapter 54The guard wolf raised his trembling head, looking straight at Jaxon. "He called for you too, Prince Jaxon. He said he wants his sons by his side before he passes."The heavy silence that fell over the Great Hall was absolute. The remaining mercenaries dropped their weapons to the floor. The nobles stood frozen on the benches.Even though Jaxon was cruel, arrogant, and wicked, there was one thing in this world he truly cared about deep down in his dark heart—his father, King Draven. Jaxon had always strived for his father's approval, even if he sought it through dark and foolish ways.Hearing that his father was dying, all the cold, nasty anger vanished from Jaxon’s face. He turned pale as a sheet. His dark eyes went wide with pure sorrow, and his hand dropped away from his sword hilt."Father..." Jaxon whispered, his voice trembling like a frightened child's.Kael didn't say a word. He instantly wiped his bloody blade against his leather pants and slammed it back into its s
"Kill them all!" Prince Jaxon screamed, his voice echoing off the high stone ceiling of the Great Hall like thunder. "Leave no one standing! Kill the prince, kill his everyone and kill that filthy human girl!"The room erupted into total, bloody chaos.The heavy black-armored mercenaries poured out from the dark stone arches behind the tapestries. Their iron boots slammed against the marble floor as they ran down the steps with drawn swords, raised axes, and loaded crossbows. Women in fine silk dresses shrieked in terror, scrambling over the wooden benches to hide behind the thick stone pillars. Old pack nobles fell over each other, trying desperately to find a way out, but the massive oak doors remained locked tight with heavy iron bars from the outside.Jaxon’s mercenaries thought this was going to be an easy slaughter. They thought they were trapping three helpless people in the middle of a room.They were dead wrong.Kael did not flinch. He did not step back. His golden eyes lit u
"I object," Kael’s deep, powerful voice boomed across the giant room. The words cut through the heavy silence like a sharp steel blade slicing through thin paper. "I object to a thief and a traitor sitting on my father's throne."Every single person sitting on the long wooden benches held their breath. Nobody moved. Nobody dared to whisper. The entire room went completely quiet, so quiet that you could hear the soft crackle of the wood burning in the high iron chandeliers above.Up on the raised marble platform, Lord Garrick looked like he had just seen a ghost. His face went totally pale, turning as white as fresh winter snow. His heavy lower lip started to shake with pure fear, and his hands trembled inside the thick purple velvet sleeves of his royal robe.Next to him, Lady Aurora gripped Prince Jaxon’s arm so tightly her long silver nails dug right into his leather armor. Her blue eyes were wide, bulging out with shock and anger as she stared down at Kael."Kael!" Garrick finally
To the common people waking up in the cold streets, the sound of the bells meant one thing: the coronation day had finally arrived.Dawn brought a pale, watery sunlight that cut through the thick grey clouds. The air was freezing, so cold that a person’s breath turned into small white clouds in front of their face. But inside the high stone palace, nobody was looking at the cold weather. Everyone was moving quickly, running up and down the long hallways, preparing for the grand event in the Great Hall.Up in the grand dressing room of the east tower, Lord Garrick stood in front of a giant golden mirror. He was dressed in a long, heavy robe made of deep purple velvet, trimmed with thick white winter fur along the collar and sleeves. Around his waist was a broad belt studded with shiny red rubies, and a heavy golden chain hung across his broad chest.Garrick reached out with trembling, eager fingers, touching the smooth purple cloth. His heart was pounding fast against his ribs. For yea
They stepped out of the royal sickroom, the heavy oak doors closing softly behind them, sealing in the smell of medicine and old parchment. Hand in hand, they began walking down the long, quiet stone corridor that led toward their own private royal chambers in the east wing.The torches mounted along the stone walls flickered and hissed, casting long, eerie, dancing shadows that stretched across the floor like crawling fingers.Suddenly, Kael stopped dead in his tracks.His entire body went completely rigid, like a statue carved out of solid granite. His chest stopped moving. Every muscle in his massive frame tensed. His hyper-sensitive alpha senses—his ears, his nose, his instincts—instantly picked up on something unnatural, wrong, and deeply dangerous hanging in the air.It was a dark, foul, disgusting smell. It wasn't the clean scent of the palace guards, nor was it the familiar scent of the pack members.It was the wild, rancid, metallic stench of rogue wolves.Without a single wo







