You won, Mira. You won.She kept repeating it like a mantra, trying to calm the pounding in her chest. But her body betrayed her—hands trembling, breath ragged, heart twisting.This wasn’t how it was supposed to feel.She’d claimed his wolf, bound him before the pack. That was supposed to mean something. Wasn’t it?I thought claiming the wolf meant claiming the man…I was wrong. So, so wrong.The moon hung like a silver hook in the sky, casting its pale glow over the silent grounds. Inside the room, everything was still—except Mira. She sat alone on the edge of their bed, the silk sheets untouched on his side, the pillows cold.Sleep was a stranger tonight.Nicolas had vanished after the ceremony, locking himself in his study like she was some cursed object he couldn’t bear to look at. Not even a glance. Not a word.Why won’t he come to bed?She’d given him everything. Her loyalty. Her body. Her name.She stared at his empty side, her jaw clenched. We’ve shared this bed before. We’ve
I don't know if what I'm doing is right or wrong.’, Nicolas thought to himself. How can my wolf choose one thing and my heart choose another .Confusion loomed in Nicolas heart for days as his Coronstion day approached faster . He was supposed to be happy ,fulfilled and joyous . But there was a lingering doubt clinging to his heart .“You have to do the right thing for the kingdom “,Sereal patted him on the shoulder . “You have to secure your throne “.Nicolas nodded his head. Her words made sense , it made sense to his head not his heart . His wolf longed for his new found loba ,his childhood best friend Mira. But his heart longed for Seraphina . How can fate be this cruel ?What kind of twisted game is this ?He loved Mira but not in the way a man loves a woman. He loved as his friend. They ran the fields together when they were just pups and the love remained that way over the years - nothing more than friendship.Nicolas rubbed his face . He haven't seen Seraphina for days ,sinc
Seraphina didn’t know where she was running.Down the stone corridor. Past startled maids and silent guards. Through the garden, its white roses now blurred by tears. She stumbled once, caught herself, and kept going.It was never going to be you.The thought screamed inside her head.He chose her. He chose Mira.She shoved open the heavy doors to the old servant wing and flung herself into the shadows of the laundry hall, where the air smelled of dried herbs and ancient firewood. She slid down against the stone wall, gasping.It wasn’t the bite that hurt.It was the look in his eyes before he did it—that softness, that calm certainty.The same softness he once gave to her.“Stupid,” she choked. “I’m so stupid.”Tears ran down her face unchecked. Her chest seized. Breath came in broken shudders.He had touched her like she mattered.He had kissed her like he meant it.He had wrapped her wound like she was precious.And now she was nothing.A discarded moment.An empty bed.A fading sc
Seraphina tied her hair back into a ponytail, smoothing it down with both hands. The motion exposed the pale skin at her neck, the subtle ridge of her collarbone. She stood in Nicolas’ quarters, sunlight warming her shoulders. The room still smelled faintly of him—cedarwood and something darker, more primal.He had stepped out a few minutes ago. No word, no reason.She was halfway to slipping on her slippers when a voice stopped her cold.“Not so fast.”She turned.There he was, framed in the doorway—bare-chested, barefoot, a golden tray balanced effortlessly in his hands. Her eyes dropped to the siren tattoo curled over the left side of his chest.How had she missed that?Her throat went dry. Something in her chest fluttered, unruly.Does he just walk around shirtless like this? Is that… a thing he does?She stared like he was a feast and she hadn’t eaten in weeks.Dear Goddess, he’s unreal.She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to erase the image—but it clung to her like honey on finge
The room fell into a soft hush, save for the gentle crackle of the hearth. Outside, the moon stood as a silent witness to what had just transpired between them.Nicolas didn’t move right away.He stayed inside her, his arms cradling her like something fragile and precious. His chest rose and fell against hers, still catching its breath. The tension in his body slowly gave way to a different kind of stillness—a sacred one. Seraphina’s fingers traced lazy circles over his back, feeling the ridges of muscle beneath smooth skin.He lifted his head slightly to look at her, his green eyes clearer now, but still burning with the echo of their union.“You’re… different,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her damp forehead.Seraphina tilted her chin. “Different how?”“Like… you were made to fit into all the places I didn’t even know were empty.”A small, tremulous smile formed on her lips. She reached up to touch his face, her thumb gliding across the slight stubble on his jaw. “I’v
Seraphina limped through the grand halls of the Arcadian palace, wincing with each step. Her injured foot throbbed, leaving faint drops of blood on the marble floor behind her. She clutched her cloak tighter, trying to move unnoticed, but fate had other plans.Rounding a corner too quickly, she collided into something solid—warm and broad. Arms steadied her before she could fall.“Seraphina?” a deep, commanding voice asked, concern tightening around each syllable.Her breath hitched. Prince Nicolas.He looked down, his emerald eyes scanning her face, then dropping to her feet. His brow furrowed sharply. “You’re bleeding.”“I—I’m fine,” she lied, flustered and trying to pull away, but he’d already knelt, gently cradling her ankle.“To hell with fine,” he muttered.Before she could protest further, he swept her off her feet—effortless, strong, like she weighed nothing ,and cradled her against his chest. Seraphina gasped in shock, heart thundering against his armour.“I can walk—”“Y