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The New Start (2)

Seraphina's POVI should have felt relief at his silence, but instead, I felt a small gnawing anxiety. I hadn’t expected it to be this exhausting—maintaining the delicate balance of keeping Ambrosius close enough to believe I was still invested while also keeping him at arm’s length.Back when I first asked him for help in securing a place at Loisage Academy, I had thought it would be easy—manipulate his affections just enough to get what I wanted. He had arranged everything—even brought my brother Stephen here, with Helena in tow to care for him. He had handed me exactly what I’d asked for on a silver platter.But I hadn’t anticipated the emotional strain that would come with playing this game. I had to stay attached, but not too attached. Soft enough to stir his concern, distant enough to hold onto my leverage.

The New Start (3)

Seraphina's POVClasses at Loisage were grueling, designed to push the limits of intellect and magical skill. My days were filled with arcane studies, deep dives into bloodline magic, and endless history lessons about the ancient families that ruled our world. It was overwhelming at times, but it was also the distraction I needed. The more I immersed myself in the academy’s world of magic and knowledge, the further I could push thoughts of Ambrosius to the back of my mind.Ancient curses became the primary focus of my studies. Loisage prided itself on unraveling the mysteries of old bloodlines, and my family’s curse intrigued not only my professors but my fellow students as well. I had begun to piece together fragments of the curse’s origin—rumors of ancient rites and long-forgotten betrayals that stretched back through centuries. The more I uncovered, the more questions arose.Moonbane’s curse had existed for as long as its power, and that troubled me.Why hadn’t any of the great lead

The Student (1)

Seraphina’s POVI watched Ambrosius leave my room that night, his lips still curved into that familiar smirk, his eyes glinting with something between amusement and hunger. The kiss lingered on my lips, but instead of sending a flutter through my chest, it left me cold. I wasn’t some naïve girl caught off guard by a man’s attention anymore. I knew exactly what he was doing.Ambrosius thought he had me where he wanted. He believed his touches, his words, his lingering kisses were slowly breaking me down, making me pliant and submissive to his whims. But he was wrong. If this was a game, then it was time I started playing it too.That night, as I lay in bed, I thought about everything that had happened since he first kissed me. The way he approached me, so sure of himself. The way his hands lingered, his lips brushing against my skin just long enough to make me question my reactions. He had been using his charm as a weapon, but two could play at that game.

The Student (2)

Seraphina’s POVWhen we finally reached the small, secluded garden outside the castle, I stopped, looking around. The place was beautiful, lush with vibrant flowers and vines that climbed the walls. A fountain bubbled in the center, its soft murmur filling the air. Ambrosius turned to me, his smile still in place.“I thought you might like a place of your own,” he said, gesturing to the garden. “Somewhere you can come when you need to get away.”I blinked, caught off guard for a moment. He had created this space for me? But then, as I glanced around, I realized what he was doing. This wasn’t just a gift. It was another attempt to draw me closer, to make me think he cared, that he was giving me something special.I smiled softly, playing along. “It’s beautiful.”Ambrosius stepped closer, his hand resting on my arm. “You deserve beauty in your life, Seraphina.”I let my gaze linger on the flowers for a moment, pretending to be moved by the ges

Ambrosius’ Diary (1)

Ambrosius’ POVMarch 3rd, 201XI have never been a pureblood werewolf.My mother—whose name I can no longer remember—was nothing more than a human of low station, a servant who toiled beneath the wooden beams of slave quarters and slept on dirt floors. She was a shadow in the household, spoken of only when necessary and never with kindness.My father, the previous head of the Riddle bloodline, would have spat on the idea that such a woman’s son would one day carry his name. If he’d foreseen this future—my future—he would have strangled me at my naming, before I ever drew breath beyond that moment.And so, I have never placed much faith in prophecy.Prophecies are weak. They account for fate, but not for will. They speak of paths written in stars, not roads carved through blood. They do not see the force of a bastard son clawing his way from obscurity to dominion. They are blind to ambition.So when the Moon Priests declared that my fated mate would be born of the Moonbane line—a curse

Ambrosius’ Diary （2）

Ambrosius’ POVMay 22nd, 202XDamn it.Is falling in love with a woman—no, a girl—always this infuriating? Or is it just her?When she’s angry, it’s as if the entire world should end. She throws tantrums like hurricanes. But when she’s happy… gods help me… she clings to me with the warmth of summer honey—sweet, sticky, suffocating.Her moods shift faster than storm fronts. One moment she’s laughing, light and soft and untouchable. The next, she’s frost and fire and fury. I can’t keep up. I don’t want to keep up.And yet, here I am.She’s beautiful—painfully so. Not the kind of beauty born of vanity, but something more dangerous. A quiet radiance that unsettles and seduces. It isn’t something she controls. It just is. And that’s the worst part.She doesn’t even realize what she does to me.I can’t focus when she’s around. Can’t sleep when she’s not. She crawls under my skin and settles there like an itch that won’t go away.But I won’t fall—not completely. Not until I understand why ev

Beneath the Waning Crest

Seraphina’s POVIt began subtly, like the soft shift in the air before the coming of snow. I couldn’t say exactly when Linnea’s demeanor changed—only that it had.Before, I had always felt the invisible tether between her and Ambrosius. She was never unkind, not truly, but distant. Professional. Calculating. Every gesture seemed wrapped in a thin veil of purpose, as if everything she did was not for me, but for the man who had placed her at my side.I don’t know what I had expected after sending that letter to him—perhaps silence, or a cold reprimand reminding me to keep my focus on my studies. But something shifted after that envelope left my hands.Linnea began offering suggestions while I studied, not in the clipped, efficient tone of someone fulfilling a duty, but gently, as if she were… invested. She reorganized my course schedule to better suit my sleeping habits, trimmed unnecessary electives, and even helped me build a time block for extracurricular reading. I hadn’t realized

The Appointment (1)

Seraphina's POVDays passed. Quietly, uneventfully, like mist rolling through the streets of a sleeping town. The Academy’s stone halls felt colder somehow, though heat crept in through windows left ajar only one month ago.Classes continued. My notes piled up. My wolf form remained unstable—my record stuck at eight minutes, thirty-two seconds. My magic was precise, but... dim. As if something in me refused to burn properly.Stephen stopped talking to me altogether.Not in the dramatic, slamming-door kind of way—but in the exhausted, blank-stared kind of silence. He still showed up to combat training. Still impressed the professors. Still returned to his dorm soaked in sweat and half-limping, as if he’d spent every waking moment trying to outrun something gnawing at the edges of his mind.Helena hummed when she cooked, or sketched in the margins of her notebooks—half-finished forests, wolves with wings, trees shaped like claws. But I knew she was watching him. Us.Sometimes, she’d loo

The Appointment (2)

Seraphina’s POVThat night, I didn’t sleep.I tried reading. I paced. I made myself tea, then poured it down the sink after one sip.The knock came just before dawn.He stood in the doorway, shadowed in amber light. No coat. No smile. Just that familiar weight in his posture, like he knew exactly how this would go.“Ambrosius,” I said.He looked me up and down. “Still awake?”I stepped aside, though I wasn’t sure why.He walked in without hesitation, pausing by the fireplace. His fingers grazed the edge of the mantelpiece. He didn’t sit.“You’re wasting your time,” I muttered, mostly to fill the silence.“I have time to waste,” he said. “But I wonder if you do.”I crossed my arms. “What do you want, Ambrosius?”He didn’t answer right away. His eyes flicked toward me, dark and unreadable. “You’ve been… quiet.”“I’ve been busy.”“Struggling to shift,” he corrected. “Skipping classes. Avoiding your instructors. Letting Linnea make excuses for you.”I flinched. He noticed. Of course he di

The Appointment (3)

Seraphina’s POVBut now—now I understood.I understood what it meant to want something so badly, but be terrified of what it might cost the person you loved.I understood what it felt like to hold power over someone and be frightened of using it wrong.“Stop,” I whispered, finally.The word trembled. Weak. But it was mine.I pushed at his chest again. Harder. This time, he caught my wrists—briefly. Not to trap. Just… to feel the shaking.Something in his eyes shifted.He stepped back. Just one step.And suddenly, everything went still.He ran a hand through his hair, like waking from a dream he didn’t remember entering. Then, without a word, he pulled the blanket off the bed and gently draped it over my shoulders.He didn’t meet my eyes.Didn’t apologize.Didn’t stay.He left.And I sat there, trembling.Not because I was afraid.But because I understood.Stephen.His fear. His silence. His strength.For the first time, I didn’t blame him.I saw him. Truly.Not perfect.Not distant.J

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