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Chapter 15 : Her new addiction

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The white wolf’s ear twitched.

It wasn’t much. A slight flick, a tiny shift in stillness—but Seraphina saw it.

She knelt closer, clutching the cold iron railing of the cage that surrounded the sleeping creature. Her breath caught in her throat. The room was silent, save for the soft sound of the wolf’s slow, rhythmic breathing.

What pain could chain someone so deeply into sleep?

Seraphina gazed at her, heart heavy with questions. What had broken this once-living, breathing soul into stillness? What sorrow had bound her in wolf form for three thousand years?

She imagined what Azana might look like as a human. Perhaps a mirror of Prince Nicolas—long limbs, a proud jaw, those piercing green eyes. Maybe softer. Maybe she had his fire but carried it behind a gentler smile.

“She must have been beautiful,” Seraphina whispered.

“It’s enough,” Indra hissed beside her. She gave Seraphina’s shoulder a sharp shake. “We need to leave before someone finds us down here.”

Seraphina nodded, but her ga
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  • The Wolfless Luna    Chapter 15 : Her new addiction

    The white wolf’s ear twitched.It wasn’t much. A slight flick, a tiny shift in stillness—but Seraphina saw it.She knelt closer, clutching the cold iron railing of the cage that surrounded the sleeping creature. Her breath caught in her throat. The room was silent, save for the soft sound of the wolf’s slow, rhythmic breathing.What pain could chain someone so deeply into sleep?Seraphina gazed at her, heart heavy with questions. What had broken this once-living, breathing soul into stillness? What sorrow had bound her in wolf form for three thousand years?She imagined what Azana might look like as a human. Perhaps a mirror of Prince Nicolas—long limbs, a proud jaw, those piercing green eyes. Maybe softer. Maybe she had his fire but carried it behind a gentler smile.“She must have been beautiful,” Seraphina whispered.“It’s enough,” Indra hissed beside her. She gave Seraphina’s shoulder a sharp shake. “We need to leave before someone finds us down here.”Seraphina nodded, but her ga

  • The Wolfless Luna    Chapter 14 : Who is Zaiya

    Morning came with a soft breeze and golden light spilling across Seraphina’s bed. Her eyes fluttered open slowly. For a few moments, she just lay there, blinking at the ceiling, unsure of what the day would bring. Indra had promised to take her outside the castle walls today, to the heart of Arcadia. She dressed in a pale blue gown that matched the sky and let her hair fall in soft waves down her back. Her shoulder still throbbed, but she ignored it. A day in the city might distract her from the tangled mess of feelings Nicolas had left behind. Indra was waiting by the main gate with a bright smile and a basket tucked under her arm. "You look lovely," she complimented, taking Seraphina’s hand. "Come. You need to see Arcadia with fresh eyes."They walked past the gates, down stone-paved roads lined with old trees and houses carved into hills. The kingdom opened up before them in bursts of colour and sound—traders calling out their wares, children laughing, musicians strumming strang

  • The Wolfless Luna    Chapter 13: Shaken

    Seraphina slammed the door shut and leaned against it, her chest rising and falling like she’d just outrun a storm. Her shoulder throbbed from where his claws caught her skin, but that wasn’t the worst of it. Not by a long shot.She stood still for a moment, her breath ragged. Her room was silent—too silent. The chaos still clung to her, like it had followed her from his bed to hers.Blood trickled down her arm. She looked down at it, detached. She should be angry. She should be humiliated. She should scream or cry or fall apart.Instead, she felt...Full.Used. Bruised. Shaken.But satisfied.The ache between her legs was deep and raw. Her body sang with it, humming like a struck chord. Her thighs trembled, not from weakness, but memory. The way he’d taken her—rough, hungry, like he was trying to bury something inside her he didn’t want to see.She moved toward the bed, every step a wince. The sheets beckoned, but she couldn’t lie down just yet. Not like this. Not bleeding.In the ba

  • The Wolfless Luna    Chapter 12 : No holding back

    “Take me,” she whispered, kneeling. Offering herself. Submitting to him.“You have no idea what you’re getting into,” he smirked.“I don’t mind. I don’t care,” Seraphina murmured.He leaned in, his breath hot on her neck. “You asked for this.”He pulled her in close. “Let me warn you…”He bent her over. Her long hair swept the floor.“There’s no holding back.”His fingers trailed down her spine, sending a tremble through her body.His beast, Raymond, clawed at his chest, threatening to break free. To devour her.Calm down, Raymond, he warned. Why do you hate her so much?Nicolas couldn’t make sense of it. His beast had turned on her since their first encounter—yet his body, his heart, craved her.The war inside him was madness.Gently, he lifted Seraphina off her knees.Their weight sank into the mattress. He positioned her on all fours and stepped back.She heard the click of shackles behind her. Her heart raced. What’s he doing?But she swallowed hard and braced herself. She had ask

  • The Wolfless Luna    Chapter 11 : The Beast In Moonlight

    The Beast in the Moonlight "This can't be happening," Nicolas muttered, voice hoarse as his hands dragged down his face like he could scrape away the truth. He had stood tall before his people, even when he felt it—the shift in Seraphina’s aura. His beast didn’t stir. Didn’t even twitch. And when he checked her shoulder... The bite mark was gone. His heart split down the middle. Sereal leaned against the cold stone wall, arms crossed tightly, her eyes locked on him. She’d seen that look too many times—pain, heartbreak, devastation. And each time, it shattered her all over again. “I swear on the moon and every cursed star, Sereal…” His voice cracked. “I felt something real. I brought her here thinking she was my Luna. I thought—hell, I hoped.” His eyes shut. Jaw clenched. The weight pressing on his chest felt like iron. Yes, he was powerful. But cursed. Since the humans got their claws into him—into all Lycans—his life had become a waking nightmare. His first Luna? G

  • The Wolfless Luna    Chapter 10: Desperation

    The room fell into a stunned silence the moment Prince Nicolas made his announcement. It was as if the very air had frozen mid-breath.Around the stone table, the Lords exchanged wary glances, hushed whispers buzzing like flies in a crypt. Then Ogar—the Minister of Health—raised his hand, his expression carefully neutral."Your Highness," he began, his voice a measured blend of caution and respect. "It is unheard of for an Arcadian Lycan, much less one of royal blood, to take a human as a mate."He paused, letting the weight of his words settle before continuing. "And even more so... one with no bond. No sacred tie. No mark of fate."Nicolas listened in stillness, arms crossed behind his back like a soldier standing guard over his fury. The rest of the council remained mute, their disdain for Seraphina etched in every cold glance they threw her way.They didn’t see a woman. They saw an intruder. A threat. A human."I hear you," Nicolas said finally, his voice calm—too calm. "I hear yo

  • The Wolfless Luna    Chapter 9 : My Sex mate

    Seraphina sat before the mirror, brushing her hair one slow stroke at a time. The strands slipped through her fingers like water, falling soft and straight over her shoulders. She hummed an old lullaby her mother used to sing back when life was simpler when love still lived in their home. The tune felt like sunlight breaking through storm clouds.She stared at her reflection.The girl in the mirror was... perfect. Too perfect. Skin smooth and glowing. Lips soft. The curls are neat and shiny. Her dress, a pale lavender fabric that hugged her waist like it knew exactly where it belonged, didn’t even look like hers.She looked like a doll. Polished. Pretty. Posed.“This can’t be real,” she whispered.Behind her, the wardrobe stood wide open, full of fine dresses with lace and jewel, gowns she once would’ve ironed for noble ladies. Back when she was just the help. Back when her family cast her out like spoiled fruit, too rotten to keep.Now she was the one in silk.But the sweetness of it

  • The Wolfless Luna    Chapter 8 : Miranda

    The room was dim and cold, lit only by the soft glow of a desk lamp. Shadows clung to the corners like cobwebs. Prince Nicolas sat alone in a high-backed, carved chair, his massive frame wrapped in a dark blue robe trimmed with silver thread. The silk hugged him like a lover, outlining his broad chest, part of which was exposed through an unfastened button.He sighed and shut his eyes. A headache throbbed just behind his forehead, dull and persistent. Silence wrapped around him, until a soft knock broke it apart.“Come in,” he said, even though he wasn’t in the mood for company. But the scent had already reached him—floral, musky, familiar.Mira.She stepped in, moving with the slow, deliberate grace of someone who knew she was being watched. Her black dress was tight, short, and unapologetically revealing. Her breasts nearly spilt from the top, and her long blonde hair, usually tied back, now cascaded down her back in waves. Her hips swayed with every step.“Good evening, Your Grace,

  • The Wolfless Luna    Chapter 7 : Arcadia

    The journey took several days. It was long, rough, and left them both drained. They crossed wide seas, climbed steep mountains, and sat through endless, bumpy rides. Seraphina couldn’t help wondering why Prince Nicolas, a royal, wasn’t travelling in some fancy private carriage or even a guarded convoy of soldiers. No escort. Just the two of them hopped on public ships and buses like ordinary people. By the time they reached the Farachy Mountains—a place Seraphina had always thought was a made-up legend—her legs were jelly. She had heard old tales about these mountains, but never believed they were real. Just like Arcadia. It was always spoken about like a bedtime story—full of magic and mystery—but nobody she knew had ever been there or seen it. As they passed through a narrow path in the mountain, they found two horses tied to a tree. “I hope you know how to ride,” Nicolas said, giving her a look. Seraphina nodded, though her body was crying for rest. She tried to mount the

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