تسجيل الدخولDawn crept in faster than Seraphina expected, pale light spilling through towering stained-glass windows and bleeding into the royal dining hall. The long oak table was already filled. Kings, queens, generals, and emissaries from allied realms sat in rigid silence, their presence heavy with anticipation. Today was not a day for pleasantries. Today, they would finalize the counterattack against the vampire clan.Steel goblets clinked softly. Silk robes whispered as bodies shifted. The air smelled of polished wood, burning incense, and restrained hostility.Then Seraphina walked in.Every head turned.She wore sapphire blue, her favorite color. The gown hugged her frame like it had been woven for her alone, shimmering softly beneath the morning light. The color made her pale skin glow and set her silver hair aflame like moonlight poured into silk. She walked with measured steps, her chin lifted, her expression calm but her pulse pounding hard against her ribs.Two seats were empty.On
Sleep would not come.It clung just out of reach, teasing Seraphina as she turned from one side of the bed to the other. The sheets were tangled around her legs, damp with the restless heat of a body that had known too much tonight. For three long hours, she lay awake, staring into the dark, her thoughts gnawing at her like rats in the walls.She had bathed. Warm water. Lavender oil. Silence.She had done everything right.Still, her mind refused to rest.King Nicolas’s question rose again, sharp and relentless, echoing in her skull.Who are you?His eyes had pinned her in place when he asked it. Not with anger. Not with suspicion alone. But with something far more dangerous. Knowing. The kind that peeled back skin and lies and saw what lived beneath.He had pinned her tight to that tree, unraveling her slowly, like a predator testing unfamiliar prey. Sniffing her. Studying her. As if his body recognized a truth his mind had not yet named.She had felt it then. The shift.Her face mi
“It's nothing,” Seraphina said, wiping her tears.Alexander and Indra exchanged a confused look. They wondered why the princess was so shaken by Indra's confession.“And last night…” Indra continued. “I overheard Queen Mira giving a maid instructions.”“What instructions?” Seraphina asked, curious.“She was … she was,” Indra stuttered. “Please say it already,” Seraphina said, her patience running out. Something about this felt scary. Something told her that Mira was up to something again.“She was telling the maid to add dragon powder into your food tomorrow morning,” Indra dropped the bomb.Seraphina's chest tightened.Dragon powder? Its reaction is a million times deadlier than wolfsbane. No werewolf, lycan, or witch can stand after consuming it.“So, Mira wants to get rid of me?” Seraphina's jaw clenched. Her hands balled into a fist.Her wolf growled in her chest. Let's go. Let's go deal with that vile woman, her wolf hissed inside her head. Seraphina held back. She didn't wa
“What is she doing here, Alexander?”Seraphina’s voice was calm, but it carried an edge sharp enough to draw blood. She stood at the doorway, tall and unyielding, her presence filling the stone corridor like a storm held back by sheer will.Alexander hesitated only a heartbeat before answering.“She is here to tell you something, my princess,” he said gently. “Please… let her in.”He stepped closer to Seraphina, lowering his voice as though the walls themselves could eavesdrop.Her gaze slid past him and landed on Indra.Slow. Thorough. Unforgiving.Seraphina looked her over from head to toe, as if weighing her soul, then her eyes flicked back to Alexander.“Did you reveal my identity?” she asked quietly.The question landed heavy.Alexander stiffened. “No, my princess. I would never do that.”Indra stood frozen where she was, her heart hammering so violently she was sure it would tear through her ribs. Two days ago, Alexander had been her refuge, her shelter from the storm. Two days
“Mira…”Seraphina frowned, her brows drawing together as slim fingers tightened painfully around her wrist.“Let go of me. Now.”“No. I won’t.”Mira’s grip hardened, nails biting into skin as her voice dropped into a hiss sharp enough to cut flesh.“You think I haven’t been seeing you? Sneaking around with my mate?”Her glare was venomous, eyes burning with a jealous fire that had been simmering for days.Seraphina blinked once.Then she smiled.Oh.So she is hurt.She twisted her wrist sharply and pulled free, rubbing the spot where Mira’s fingers had been.“I can tell you’ve been visually impaired,” Seraphina said calmly.Mira stiffened.“What?” Her eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face.“Yes,” Seraphina continued, her tone smooth, almost polite. “I suggest you visit the royal physician. Have your eyes examined.”She tilted her head slightly.“Because clearly, you haven’t been seeing very well.”Mira’s face flushed crimson.“How dare you?” She raised her hand in rage, pal
A sharp knock rapped against the heavy wooden door.“Your Highness. Princess of Crescentmoon.”The sound sliced straight through Seraphina’s sleep, dragging her roughly from the warm, hazy edge of dreams.She groaned, rolling onto her side, her face buried deep into the pillow.“Go away,” she muttered, her voice hoarse and cracked, thick with sleep. Her eyes remained tightly shut, lashes fluttering. “Go away.”“Flowers for you, my princess,” the voice said again, patient, polite, persistent.Her brows furrowed.“Go away, Alexander,” she said irritably, waving a hand in the air as though the person could see her through the door. “I don’t want to talk to you.”There was a brief pause.Then the voice spoke again, this time firmer, heavier with formality.“From His Majesty. The ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. King of Arcadia. King Nicolas Xhovani.”Seraphina shot upright in bed.Her heart lurched violently, slamming against her ribs.What?She stared blankly at the wall in front of her, bre







