Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forsaken by the Alpha: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The dining hall smelled faintly of roasted meat and fresh bread. Silverwares arranged meticulously.The hall was quieter than usual.Not silent. Just… controlled.Plates shifted.Cutlery touched porcelain.Servants moved in and out, careful not to make unnecessary noise.Damian sat at the head of the table, savoring the first bites of his meal, Not rushed. Not slow.Just… steady.Like everything else about him. His mind was elsewhere,calculating, observing, always aware.The doors opened.Soft.But enough to draw attention.Seraphina walked in.Her heels clicked once… twice… then stopped.Her eyes moved across the table.One look.That was all it took.Something was missing.“Where is Selene?”Her voice wasn’t loud.But it carried.The Omega clearing the table paused.Just for a second.“My lady, she….”“Selene won’t be attending to duties today.”Damian didn’t look up when he said it.He simply continued eating.Seraphina turned to him fully now.Brows slightly drawn.“And why is tha

Seraphina didn’t hear everything.But she heard enough. It happened quickly. The door to Damian’s chamber had opened slightly without warning.The Omega was on her knees.Head low.Like she was barely going to make it out in one piece.Seraphina had been walking past at the time.She stopped.Not visibly.Not enough to draw attention.But she slowed.Just enough.Her steps softened.Her breathing steadied.Her presence… erased.* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “Alpha please, I'm sorry….”The Omega’s voice had been shaking.Seraphina’s eyes shifted slightly. Toward the half-closed door. She didn’t turn fully. Didn’t need to. She listened.“It was Lady Seraphina, she stopped me and asked me to return the food.” “She said Selene can get her own food.”Silence.Heavy.Sharp.It stretched.Long enough to feel dangerous.Then Damian’s voice.Low.Controlled.“When I give an order, you carry it out.” “No one overrides me.”No raised tone. No anger thrown around. But the weight of it.

Sleep did not come back to Selene.She tried to sleep.She really did try.Selene lay still on the bed with her eyes closed and her body unmoving, willing herself to drift off to sleep again. Every time she got close her mind pulled her back to the dream, to the waters.Her fingers curled slightly against the sheets and her chest rose and fell fast for someone who was lying still.Selene whispered softly "No…"She did not want to go to the dream, not yet not when she did not understand what she had seen, not when it had felt so real.Selene sat up slowly and carefully.The room was quiet too quiet, the kind of silence that made her thoughts louder.Her gaze drifted to the window and the moonlight slipped through, pale and soft stretching across the floor calling to her or maybe she just needed something to break the stillness.Selene pushed the covers aside. Her foot touched the ground feeling a faint sting, not sharp anymore but enough to remind her.She ignored the pain, stood up an

Damian stood in the stillness of the room, the words lingering in the air. "…Found you." He didn't move immediately, his eyes fixed on the scroll in his hand. It was old, its edges worn, its seal faint but deliberate. The scroll didn't belong with the others and Damian knew it had been hidden, not misplaced.He pressed his thumb lightly against the seal pausing for a moment before breaking it. The parchment unraveled slowly, dry and fragile but intact. Damian's eyes scanned the surface taking in the lines of text, tighter and less forgiving than modern script.As Damian read, his expression didn't change much. His jaw tightened slightly. The text spoke of rituals, old bonds and unity between wolves and bloodlines. He shifted the scroll, continuing to read carefully. The language was subtler, sharper. A bond unclaimed is not a bond undone. Damian stilled, his eyes narrowing slightly as he read the line again.His grip on the scroll tightened as he continued reading. There are ties tha

Morning in the Silver Moon pack hit all at once. It was like a burst of energy.The corridors were already buzzing, footsteps moving fast, voices cutting through the air, orders being passed from one end to the other without pause. Everything had a rhythm to it. Sharp. Controlled. Intentional. No one lingered. No one moved without a purpose. It was the kind of place where even silence felt like it was watching you.Selene moved through it carefully. Her steps were light but deliberate. Her foot still ached. Not badly as before, but enough to remind her with every step that she wasn’t fully healed. She adjusted her weight without thinking. She shifted enough to keep moving without drawing attention.The tray in her hands tilted slightly. She tightened her grip. She steadied it before it could slip.Breathe. Focus. Her thoughts refused. They kept drifting back to him. Alpha.The memory of night lingered. It wasn’t fear. Not really. It was something. Something sharper. Quieter. A pull sh