All Chapters of My Hatred, My Soulmate : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

SERENA'S POV"I want answers," I snap, my voice ricocheting off the walls, louder and sharper than I intended. My fingernails dig crescents into my palms as frustration courses through my veins like wildfire. "I'm not moving, I'm not hiding, and I'm not backing down until someone tells me what the hell is going on."My mom and dad exchange that same infuriating look again—the one packed with decades of secrets and silent understandings I'm clearly not privy to. It's a language developed over years of shared dangers, one that excludes me entirely despite the fact that I'm standing right here, my heart hammering against my ribcage. I open my mouth to argue again, to demand the truth they've kept locked away for so long, but Dad lifts a weathered hand, his eyes flashing with an urgency I've rarely seen."Not now," he says sharply, his tone leaving no room for debate. The lines around his eyes deepen as he scans the hallway, muscles tensed like a coiled spring. "We don't have the time, Se

SERENA'S POVThe wait is unbearable.Cassidy, Luna, Mom, and I linger in the hallway just outside Dad's bedroom, our bodies rigid with tension, hearts pounding like war drums against our ribs, breaths shallow and quick in the oppressive silence between us. The sounds from downstairs are growing louder by the second—savage growls that vibrate through the floorboards, violent crashes that make the walls shudder, fine crystal glasses shattering into deadly shards, razor-sharp claws scraping against polished marble with a sound that crawls up my spine like electricity.It's getting worse.Too much worse.I clench my fists so tightly that my nails bite crescents into my palms as I pace a few restless feet before turning to Mom, my eyes desperately searching her face for anything—answers, fear, hesitation, a glimmer of the woman I've known my entire life. But all I see is stone where warmth should be. Her usual gentleness, the soft compassion that always shines through even in the tensest m

SERENA'S POVThere's no time to ask questions. No time to scream, to cry, or even think coherently as adrenaline floods my system, turning my blood to liquid electricity that hums beneath my skin.Dad grabs my arm with battlefield urgency and yanks me upright, his fingers digging into my flesh with enough force to leave bruises. His eyes, normally warm amber, have hardened to flint—the eyes of a warrior who's seen too much death to be surprised by chaos. Meanwhile, Luna spins toward the approaching threat, arms raised in an ancient stance I've never seen her practice, her normally gentle voice rising in sharp, slicing syllables that feel like they're cutting through the very fabric of reality. The hallway around us explodes with blinding light as a shimmering dome erupts outward from her trembling fingertips—a forcefield of magic crackling with intricate runes and pure white fire that dances across its surface like living lightning. The sudden illumination casts our terrified faces i

SERENA'S POV"Mom?" I whisper, taking a cautious step forward, my voice barely audible over the thundering of my own heartbeat. The marble floor feels ice-cold beneath my feet, as if responding to the unnatural chill spreading through the corridor. "Mom, can you hear me? Please, just say something."But before I can reach her, Dad throws out his arm, stopping me cold. His muscles are tense beneath his shirt, his forearm like iron against my chest."Don't," he warns, fingers splayed wide in a desperate gesture of protection.His voice is sharp. Final. Edged with a fear I've never heard from him before."She's... it's too late."Too late?I whip around to face him, disbelief and panic colliding in my chest. "What do you mean 'too late'? Too late for what?" My voice cracks, higher than I intend, thick with emotions I can't even name. "Dad, what the hell is happening to her?"But he doesn't answer.He's staring at her like he's watching something ancient come back to life—something terrif

SERENA'S POV I blink rapidly, struggling against the tears that threaten to burst from my eyes. The intensity of her death grip on my arm is excruciating—each finger digging into my flesh like iron claws. My breath catches in my throat as I stare into the face that should be offering comfort but now radiates nothing but menace."Mom," I whisper, my voice trembling. "It's me. Please let me go. Please, Mom." The words tumble out desperately as I search her features for any sign of recognition. "I know you're in there somewhere. Please, it's me—Serena. You're hurting me."But my pleas fall on deaf ears. She continues to stare at me with that deadly glare—hollow yet somehow intense enough to drain the very soul from a person's body. Her eyes, once warm and loving, now reflect nothing but a cold, impenetrable darkness. The familiar brown irises I've known all my life have hardened into something alien and predatory.Dad steps forward cautiously, his movements slow and deliberate as if app