Chapter 9

Bloodline Revelation

Serena’s POV

“You’re definitely hiding something very crucial from me, aren’t you, Maester?”

My voice came out very firm, sharper than what it used to be while I was speaking to Maester Kyn. The chamber was strangely silent except for an occasional soft rustle of ancient scrolls. I saw him try to straighten on the stone table, doing his best to pretend like he wasn't hearing me. But I knew without being told that he did. I watched as his old fingers trembled as he did that.

“You summoned me to see you under the guise of counsel,” I continued, pacing restlessly around the carved table in fury. “but you definitely have the answers. And since I am here, I want them now.”

He sighed like it was heavy on him to say, then finally looked up at me with those ageless, strange eyes. “I tell you today that you’re more than just a rejected Luna, Serena.”

I stiffened on hearing that. “I’m very much aware.”

“No,” he said, and by now, his voice seemed to be holding something reverent. “You’re the one many had expected, and the answer to a prophecy... one that in foolishness, was buried deep beneath the dust of forgotten bloodlines. And from a different angle, this is one even Kale wasn’t supposed to know.”

I stared unbelievably at him, my body already heating up. “Then why the hell has this been hidden for so long, and I'm just hearing this now?”

Before he could respond, the door suddenly burst open.

Kale stormed in, fury visible on his face, his coat fully covered with dust, his eyes blasting like fire. “So it’s really true.”

Maester Kyn didn’t say anything, not even a flinch. “I expected you would find your way to come.”

“You’ve known all of these since the day one she arrived,” Kale growled, making an advance toward the older man. “Why didn’t you say something earlier?”

“She wasn’t ready to hear them then”

“She’s a queen!” Kale barked. “And you allowed her to walk around blind, hunted everyday, and unguarded like a precious egg that she is.”

“She was already being guarded well.” Maester Kyn interrupted calmly, his gaze focused directly on me.“By no other but you.”

Kale became quiet like a calm storm.

I stepped out to stand between them. “Someone should please start saying reasonable things before I scream.”

Maester Kyn stared at me for some minutes before slowly reaching into his robe and pulled out a worn, leather bound scroll, which on a second look, I discovered was sealed with a wax sigil that shone faintly under the torchlight.

“Behold the prophecy of the Moon Borne,” he said carefully. “It speaks of a great Delta born wolf which was traced back to have royal Lycan blood hidden deep within her... a destined child born in silence, but in the process of brooding, she was cast away to the enemy’s hands… a child destined to unite or destroy two kingdoms.”

My lips parted in bewilderment. “You’re saying I’m that…”

“You are not ordinary, not just Delta blooded,” Kyn confirmed. “You are a direct descendant of the ancient Lycan Kings, but that would be traced back only to your mother’s line. Your rejection, humiliation, even your exile… none of that happened without a reason, or just another coincidence. It was a design from the moon goddess.”

I felt the ground trying to betray me to fall inside.

“I...why didn’t anyone deem it fit to tell me all this while?” I asked Kale, my voice shaking from uncertainty.

His jaw clenched as he tried to hold himself. “Because I had no idea until now. I swear, Serena.”

“And right now that you do, what happens next?” I challenged him.

His eyes softened, the kind that leaves one confused. “Now I truly understand the reason I couldn't help but be drawn to you since the very day you collapsed beside me in the dirt, after fighting off those rogues.”

I turned away shyly, totally overwhelmed.

Maester Kyn’s voice drew me out from my thoughts, a more gentle voice. “It’s your bloodline, Serena. The ordained beautiful union between you and your fated mate will bring out a new era that will determine the future of Lycan and wolfkind. The two parallel lines, Ravenfall and Obsidian. It would either bring war or peace, chaos or power.”

“I already had a mate, before this revelation” I whispered bitterly, briefly remembering all I passed true. “And he broke me beyond repair.”

“Then fate saw the future and gave you another,” Kale said behind me, his voice more like a whisper, but confident. “A better one this time around.”

I closed my eyes to flow in the music his voice was singing to my soul.

So many pieces which were confusing all began to connect now. The way Ronan had remained obsessed on my matter over reclaiming me. The sudden change in attitude and desperation. The council’s interest in what he has to offer. The masked attackers yet unknown who left a blood stained warning for me not long ago.

All of them didn’t just want me.

They were craving so much to have exactly what was in my blood.

I turned slowly to face Kale, taking a second to swallow down the fear already rising in my throat. “They’ll definitely come for me.”

“You should know that they’ll have to go through me first, before they can get you,” he said fiercely.

I searched his face for conviction, the promise wasn't just any kind, it was what I needed to hear. Then I observed the way he stared intensely at me, the way his eyes were not ready to leave mine.

“Kale…” I whispered before I could stop myself, too startled.

His hand reached out and with his eyes still locked with mine, rested against my belly.

Right there with remorse.

In front of Maester Kyn as he watched both of us.

He caressed the swell gently, I watched as he reverenced it,, as if claiming ownership, that it already belonged to him.

My breath hitched as I allowed myself to swim in the moment. “What… what exactly are you doing?”

“I’m completely claiming what’s mine,” he murmured, eyes still locked on mine. “All of you, with no holding back.

And the child, the throne that belongs to us. I won’t ever let history repeat itself.”