Chapter 3: What's Your Name?

Seraphina’s hands trembled as she placed the glass of water on the table before the Lycan Prince. Her breath hitched when his piercing green eyes locked onto hers. His gaze was intense—powerful yet mesmerizing, making the world feel both safer and more dangerous all at once.

Goddess! He was the most handsome man she had ever seen. His features were smooth yet exuded strength, and his very presence radiated authority.

Her eyes fell to his lips—thin, pink, and inviting. A shiver ran down her spine as she imagined what they might feel like.

CRASH!

The sound of shattering glass jolted her back to reality.

Seraphina gasped in horror as shards of glass scattered across the floor. Water seeped under the Lycan Prince’s polished leather boots.

“You clumsy fool!” Alpha Kendrick thundered, his voice sharp as a whip. “Are you trying to harm our guest?!”

“No… no, never!” Seraphina stuttered, bowing her head. “I’m sorry, sir.” She hesitated, unsure how to address the guest properly.

Prince Nicholas remained silent, watching as she fell to her knees, desperately gathering the broken pieces.

A jagged shard sliced into her palm. Blood dripped onto the floor, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t afford to.

Warm, strong hands suddenly grasped hers, halting her movements. She looked up in shock—Prince Nicholas was holding her hand.

“That’s enough,” he said, his deep voice carrying an unmistakable command.

“Your Highness,” Alpha Kendrick interrupted. “It’s her job. Let her do it.”

“But she’s bleeding,” Nicholas countered, his grip firm as he lifted her from the floor.

“Get another maid to clean this up,” he ordered, his tone cold and absolute.

Alpha Kendrick hesitated but knew better than to defy a Lycan Prince. With a reluctant nod, he signalled for another maid.

Seraphina turned to leave, eager to disappear. But before she could take another step—

“Wait.” His voice stopped her in her tracks.

Something about her felt familiar. Her scent. A scent that had haunted his nights and invaded his thoughts for weeks.

“Turn around,” he commanded.

Seraphina hesitated, then slowly turned to face him.

Nicholas stood from his seat and approached her with slow, deliberate steps. His towering presence was overwhelming. Seraphina felt her heart pound as he closed the distance between them.

Then, to her shock, he leaned in, lowering his head to the crook of her neck. His warm breath tickled her skin as he inhaled deeply, eyes closed.

Recognition slammed into him like a thunderbolt.

It was her.

The woman from that night.

The one who had driven him to madness, who had ignited a fire in him unlike any other. She had been wild yet delicate beneath him, her touch both hesitant and desperate. She had made him lose all sense of control.

Seraphina had thrown herself at Prince Nicolas at the club, completely unaware that she was under the spell of a powerful aphrodisiac.

To Nicolas, she was more than just beautiful—she was mesmerizing. He wasn’t the type to indulge in casual affairs, but something about her made resistance impossible. Those piercing blue eyes, that elegant neck adorned with a rare birthmark—it was as if she had been crafted to tempt him.

Then there was her scent, a heady musk that ignited something primal in him. His self-control unravelled, and before he knew it, he was leading her to his suite, desire clouding all reason.

That night was unlike any he had ever experienced. Every sigh, every moan from Seraphina was a symphony, weaving a melody of pure ecstasy that echoed through the night.

Too bad he had to leave for an urgent business while Seraphina was still asleep. By the time he returned to his suite, she was gone.

And now, she stood before him—her eyes filled with sadness, her posture submissive, her spirit seemingly crushed.

She doesn’t remember me?

“Your name,” he demanded, his voice rough.

“S-Seraphina,” she whispered.

Nicholas turned sharply to Alpha Kendrick. “I want her.”

Silence filled the room.

“But Prince…” Kendrick started, only to be cut off by Nicholas’s raised hand.

“I’ll pay you. Name your price.”

Alpha Kendrick smirked. Good riddance to bad rubbish. He had no use for her, but if she could bring him wealth, why not?

“My Prince,” Kendrick said smoothly, “not only do you wish to buy land, but now you desire one of my maids?”

“Yes.” Nicholas’s tone left no room for negotiation. “Is that a problem?”

“Not at all,” Kendrick grinned. “She’s yours once your business is concluded.”

Seraphina’s blood ran cold.

Her father had just sold her like cattle.

From being the daughter of the house… to a maid in her own home… and now, property of the most feared Lycan Prince.

“Good,” Kendrick added. “You may take her with you once your affairs here are finished.”

“I intend to complete the purchase within a week,” Nicholas replied.

As the men resumed their business discussion, Seraphina stumbled back to her small, windowless room, her mind spinning.

**

Prince Nicholas had been sent to Blackmoon to acquire an estate for the Blood Moon Pack royals. But ever since arriving, his mind had been consumed by Seraphina.

Every time he saw her, his obsession deepened.

He found himself watching her from the shadows as she carried out her endless chores. She never once looked at him directly. Her head was always bowed, her blue eyes filled with a quiet pain that twisted something inside him.

Yet, whenever their paths crossed, she avoided him—like he was a plague she wanted to escape.

Did she truly not remember him? Or was she pretending?

How could anyone forget a night filled with such raw passion?

No. She was pretending. She had to be.

And Nicholas would do whatever it took to make her remember