Chapter 1

Seraphina's POV 

“I am Seraphina of the Umbra Claw Pack, the last daughter of the fallen and long forgotten pack,” I began, my voice steady with purpose and quiet rage. “I give my name, my face, my soul to the shadows. In return, let me wear hers.” 

My voice echoed around the clearing as I enchanted the spell. I felt the wind stilled. The leaves stopped rustling. It seems as though the forest itself was accepting my words and we're in support of my actions.

I knelt in the middle of the forest, the full moon casting a vibrant glow on me.

The sorcerer, a cursed woman from the Vermillion Dusk Pack, stepped closer. She had a long, flowing silver hair which glowed under the moonlight and a pair of wicked silver eyes that spoke of her ancient knowledge on dark magic which have been banned several years ago. She was widely feared and revered as a twilight ritualist who had lived for more than a hundred year but she had never aged a bit older than a twenty-seven year old woman.

She held out a ancient dagger, the blade pulsing with raw, untamed power. "Now, complete the ritual," she said.

I nodded slowly, my hands trembling as I took it from her. 

Then I reached for the pouch slung across my waist. First, I took a lock of Luna Evelyne’s hair, wrapped in black silk. Then, a torn scrap from Alpha Ronan’s blood-stained arms from the battle last week. I had picked it up while pretending to be a healer and help patch his wounds. 

I wrapped the clothes around the base of the dagger, and curled the strand of hair around my fingers for a while until I could feel it's deadly power in my right hand.

I took the now fortified dagger in my right hand and drove it into my left arm. I squeezed my eyes closed, gritted my teeth as the pain course through me, raw and deep, ripping my insides apart.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh," I screamed as the pain burn into my bones. Even my strong wolf, Elvira groaned inside me, feeling the pain just as I am.

I was one of the strongest wolf in the Rogue kingdom but ripping one's arms with an ancient fortified dagger is no child's play even for me.

But I wasn't done yet. Even with the pain, I started imprinting her name word for word into my flesh.

EVELYN. 

That's the name. That cursed, yet revered name. That one name that is enough to make me the most powerful woman to ever existed.

By the time I was done, blood had already pooled down, soaking my clothes and the earth beneath me. My body grew weak. My hands trembled and the dagger fell off, hitting the stone floor with a loud thud. 

I felt a sudden wave of dizziness washed down on me. My vision got blurry and the last thing I saw before the darkness consumed me was the sorcerer looking down at me with a satisfied smirk playing on her lips like someone who had just created a masterpiece. A monstrous masterpiece.

_______

Hours later, my eyes blinked open lazily. My hands drifted upward and rested on my forehead which was throbbing with pains. My eyes darted around my familiar room. I pushed myself up despite the lingering pain and threw the heavy duvet off my thighs.

I took a look at my left arm and just as expected, it was smooth with no trace of the wound. Not even a single scar from the dagger that I drove into my flesh or where I had carved her name. Just flawless skin.

I stood up and walked across the room to the full length mirror by the wall. My breath seized the moment I saw my reflection.

My lips trembling in a mix of awe and fear.

How could this be?

This wasn't me.

It was Luna Evelyn staring back at me. The dead queen of the Obsidian Claw. The beautiful wife of Alpha Ronan.

Her high cheekbones, her silver eyes, the delicate arch of her brows.... all of her beautiful features belonged to me now. I slowly raised my trembling hand to my face. It felt so unreal. So unusual.

I had known that the cursed sorcerer was powerful, but I never expected this to be near perfection.

This was me now. I had given up the identity, Seraphina Umbra and became Queen Evelyn. And this was only the beginning of everything. Tears formed at the corners of my eyes as memories clawed their way back. Memories from years ago where I had lost everything I once had.

Fifteen years ago, I had been just eight and the princess of the Umbra Claw Pack when I watched my once united pack burn, my happy people slaughtered and the blood of my loved ones flowed like a river.

It was Alpha Ronan's handiwork. He didn't just conquer, he made sure to ruin us, made my pack go extinct leaving only me as the last of my kind. I didn't survive by chance. No. My mother was the one who hid me under the bed when the attack broke out. She instructed me never to come out no matter what and I obeyed. I stayed there, listening to the snarls and savage laughter of Ronan's warriors as they killed my people.

I didn't come out from my hiding place until days later when the Rogue king found me there, weak and trembling from the ruins.

King Damon took me in, not out of kindness, but because he saw potential in my pain. He fed me, trained me, forged me into a living and dangerous weapon. An assassin. A seductress that is sexy enough to make even the most morally tamed man go berserk. I invaded into his enemy pack, and killed them without leaving a trace.

I stopped counting the kills after the first dozen. Countless names had been forgotten. Faces had faded. But the rage and regret never left me. Every night I struggled to sleep because the terrifying nightmares of the people I had killed and that of my people never left me. And I embraced it all. If that was the price I had to pay for the numerous crimes I have committed then so be it. If anything, I deserve more.

But I had to do it. I had no option. I owed the Rogue king my life and infact, he made me sign a contract to do everything he ordered me to when I was eighteen.

Two months ago, Damon told me about a way we could bring down our enemy, Alpha Ronan. Yes, he was also Damon's enemy and the reason I do not know. Damon told me about how his wife was missing and he had gone crazy looking for her.

Even when everyone told him she must have been dead, he never believed them. Infact anyone who talked about it ends up imprisoned. To him, his wife was still alive and breathing. Isn't that interesting?

From what I heard, he still keep her room and made the maids clean it everyday. He constantly called her name while talking as if she was there with him. He still celebrated her birthday every year. It was that bad.

And now, that I looked just exactly like the woman he was crazy for, I would bring him down to his knees. 

The mission was simple but not that simple: Infiltrate the Obsidian Claw Pack as his lost wife, get closer to Ronan, seduce him, gather important information about him and his kingdom, then Damon would take it up from there.

A knock broke my thoughts. And then a voice followed. "My lady." It was Amelia's voice, one of the maid in the Rogue palace. "King Damon seeks your presence." 

Of course he does. I was his whore too and it was my duty to please him. I used to hate fucking him when it just started three years ago, but not anymore. I soon realised everything was necessary for my mission and having Damon on my good side would make my life easier. Besides I enjoyed the way he fucked me too. Claimed me like I was his.

Fuck.... I felt my pussy tingling from the imagination of how of his tongue explored my pussy. 

"I would join him soon," I called out.

With my mind still reeling from the change in my appearance, I changed away from my blood stained white dress I had on for the ritual. I quickly wrapped a towel around my body and walked into the washing chamber. I washed my body and retreated back to the room.

It was useless to wear underwear because Damon would end up ripping them off, so I just slipped on a robe of velvet red, which was his best colour and wrapped a silky scarf around my head to conceal my identity. I can't risk any one finding out about my new appearance before I leave here tomorrow morning. 

Damon's plan was to pronounce me dead so the people won't suspect a thing while I assume my duty at the Obsidian Claw.

When I reached the Rogue king's chamber, I paused outside the door, steeling myself. Then I reached for the door, knocking lightly.

"Come in," he called out.

My hands gripped the doorknob, twisting it open. I stepped inside, and he stood tall and handsome by his bed, naked. His hand stroking his cock and his lustful eyes roaming my body. I swallowed hard at the sight of his already hard cock, my pussy pulsing with needs.

Fuck!

Quickly I looked away, yanking away the veil. It was silent for a while, then a satisfied smirk spread across his face.

"I can't tell you apart from the dead Queen, Seraphina," he said, still stroking his cock. "Just that you look even more beautiful than her."

Was that a compliment? I didn't know, so I didn't reply.

Then with a single flick of his finger, he gestured at me. "Come here."

Of course I knew what he meant and I obeyed. Damon loved dominance, he loved being in control. So I dropped to my knees and crawled towards him slowly, so slowly, my eyes never leaving his hard cock that I can't wait to take inside my mouth.

When I got to him, he grabbed a handful of my hair forcing me to look up at him. Then he crouched down to my level, his breath hot against my ears as he whispered. "Don't forget your mission when you get there. Alpha Ronan of the Obsidian Claw Pack ruined your life. He wiped out your Claw, so it's only right that he suffers."

Forget my mission? Never.

I nodded slowly.

A satisfied smirk spread across Damon's face as he drew back. His cock which was already dripping with pre-cum was sticking out directly to my face. Then he guided my head towards his fat, swollen cock which I hungrily took into my mouth. 

My lips closed around the tip and I sucked on it.

"Fuck, Sera," he growled, his fingers tightening on my hair and I could feel a faint pain in my scalp. "Suck me harder."