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THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWEvery Alphas turned their eyes to the Alpha King’s throne. A realization began to dawn. Her meaning, her purpose.“Wait…a minute,” Ryker’s hand slowly released her throat, and his smirk widened, as he chuckled, “So, you’re not here to marry me or become my Luna Queen,” he laughed darkly. “You’re here for my throne?”“To reclaim my throne,” Seraphina corrected him with icy precision, her tone flat and resolute. “It’s time to return my stolen throne, Ryker.”The Grand Hall fell silent, the revelation hanging in the air like thick smoke. Every pair of eyes in the room turned to Ryker, waiting for his reaction. His grin twisted, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he leaned in closer to Seraphina, his voice dripping with venom. “Why does it sound like a
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWGrace and Spencer entered the ruins for the first time, only to find Mace striding in right behind them. Their eyes met, and in that brief glance, they realized they were all there for the same reason: to find Aran. He had bolted from the clearing, his mind lost, right after he sensed Seraphina had given up her powers.Silently, the three of them followed his scent deeper into the ruins. It was grander than they expected and the holiness in the air was something else.“So, this was Seraphina’s, I mean, Blood Petal’s temple?” Grace’s voice trembled, unable to mask the emotions that rushed to the surface.Mace and Spencer exchanged glances, both of their hearts heavy aft
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWA thrill surged through Ryker's veins as he tasted Seraphina's blood, the sharp, intoxicating sensation setting his senses alight. His long years of yearning and insatiable desire flared, and he reluctantly pulled his fangs from her flesh, his grip tightening around her limp, unconscious form.The mark between her brows had vanished, and now, she was no more than a werewolf. Just Seraphina."Only mine," he murmured, his lips curling into an obsessive smile as he licked the blood from his lips. He gazed down at her broken, vulnerable state, the withered flower he had always longed to possess now cradled in his arms. "I love you, Seraphina," he whispered, his voice dark with possessiveness. Leaning down, he pressed his li
SERAPHINA“This time, it won’t just be the females of Elysium Haven…” Ryker’s voice whispered in my ear just before Ronan appeared, halting my attack. “It will be every female in the werewolf realm, Seraphina…so now, choose. Me or Dread Lord…”Tears streamed down my face, drowning me in despair. How—how could I have forgotten him? For nine hundred years, Ronan never left my side. He kept his promise, through life and death, even though I couldn’t remember him. Every fleeting moment I spent with him, nine hundred years ago, every scrap of happiness he brought to my loveless existence flooded my mind,until the tears flowed harder.Ryker dragged me through the mist, pulling me into his dark palace. He glanced at me once, then grabbed my hair, mercilessly yan
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW Everyone in the clearing stood in silence, most of them had tears in their eyes listening to the eternal love of Seraphina and Ronan. “Then why…” Asher and Finn started locking eyes with each other, “Why do I feel as if I witnessed everything with my own eyes?” They finished in unison, their voices shaking with the realization of something deep. Aran and Felix looked at them as Aran revealed to Finn, "Because you were Blood Petal’s keeper, Alpha Finn. You were the demonic energy in that flower garden for thousands of years that was also attached to Blood Petal. You have no relation to her but it seems she had subconsciously created a connection with you. More like a friend. You never appeared in physical form but you were always there for her, you withdrew after losing her. You were her keeper that kept her secrets about meeting Dread Lord and kept her trust and innocence safe.” Finn stood stunned, every fiber of him reliving what Aran said. “And you we
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW With Blood Petal and Dread Lord gone, the once-thriving flower garden withered into barrenness, and the river that once cascaded down the cliffs dried up.Blood Petal’s protectors’ cries echoed through the temple, their sorrow so profound that the very walls seemed to tremble in sympathy. Silas, in the worst condition among them, sat still as a corpse, his eyes hollow with grief. Far away, in the desolate expanse of no man’s land, Aran remained unchanged, consumed by his own despair. The will to live had drained from all of them. The temple, once a sanctuary of strength and solace, now stood as a prison for their shattered hearts. What had been a place of reverence and peace had crumbled into ruins. And within those ruins, the protectors, those who had been born only to protect Blood Petal from her heartbreak, had chosen the punishment of becoming statues for centuries, forever trapped in a silent testament to their brokenness. While the ruin disappeared







