All Chapters of Eternal Chaos: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

Seraphina’s POVShe walked out of the house, her baby pink heels making a delicate click-click against the polished marble tiles. The sound echoed through the quiet hallway like a rhythmic declaration of war in disguise. Every step was precise, soft and feminine, yet heavy with purpose.Kaelion stood at the end of the corridor, dressed in a sleek black coat layered over a dark grey turtleneck, his usually stern face breaking into a look of visible awe. His golden eyes widened slightly, tracing the curve of her waist, the way her cropped cardigan hugged her delicately, revealing just a teasing glimpse of her midriff.“Seraphina…” he breathed out like he had just been hit with a gust of spring air. “You… you look…”She smiled softly, tilting her head like an innocent girl waiting to be complimented. “Is it too much?” she asked, twirling slightly so the bell-bottoms flared out gracefully with the motion.Kaelion’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “No. Not at all. You look… breathtaking.”Of

Seraphina's POVShe didn’t sleep the rest of that night.She lay in bed with her eyes open, watching shadows crawl across the ceiling like ghosts waiting for her to break.But she didn’t break.She simmered.Kaelion’s voice still echoed in her skull, whispering broken apologies, all of them too late. Selene’s smug smile played in an endless loop behind her eyelids, the kind of smile that made Seraphina’s blood itch beneath her skin.And that word.Mate.It clung to her like ash after a fire, staining everything she'd once believed.She should’ve cried.But Seraphina didn’t cry anymore.She burned.By morning, her body was stiff with silence.She hadn’t moved. Not when the sun painted gold across the sheets. Not when the house stirred around her like nothing had happened.A knock came at the door.Three soft raps. Familiar. Measured.“Marlyn,” Seraphina said, her voice a breath.The old woman entered with a tray, her sharp eyes taking in every detail—Seraphina’s stillness, the untouch

 Seraphina’s POV The palace grounds smelled of damp earth and lavender this morning, but Seraphina didn’t care. She sat motionless in the rose garden, her silk robe fluttering against her ankles, pretending to be lost in thought, mourning. A book lay open on her lap—but she hadn’t read a single word. She was watching. Planning. The cracks in Kaelion were beginning to show. He hadn’t been sleeping. He hadn’t been eating properly either. The guilt was consuming him, and Seraphina knew exactly how to feed it—slowly, sweetly, and with a silent smile

Seraphina’s POVThe Bloodfang Packhouse was bursting with activity.It was the day of the Luna Ceremony—her Luna Ceremony.Pack members buzzed through the halls in anticipation, decorating the massive hall with red-and-gold banners, twinkling silver lights, and the Bloodfang crest gleaming from every pillar. Warriors stood alert in their ceremonial armor, scouts ran messages across the borders, and the pack healer moved discreetly through the house, ensuring all was in place.Kaelion had left hours ago to make the preparation for the Alpha King.The Alpha King was coming.Darian Rhys Draven.