All Chapters of Mated To The Monster Boys: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Seraphina's POV:Seventeen was supposed to be my year. Not perfect—Ashgrove Haven had beaten the idea of perfection out of me a long time ago—but a year of quiet, of escape and of finally breathing without feeling like the walls were pressing in on me. I had plans to graduate and get out. Maybe find a small art scholarship and vanish into a city no one could find me in.Instead, the universe handed me heartbreak, humiliation, and a whole lot of power I didn’t ask for.It started in the art room—our art room. A hidden sanctuary where I used to spend hours painting sunrises and trying to believe in new beginnings. But that day, I opened the door and stepped into a nightmare.There they were. Tobias—my boyfriend of nearly a year—and Marley, my best friend since I was ten, tangled up together on the same old easel table where we used to doodle nonsense during free periods.I couldn’t even speak. I just stood there like a ghost in my own life, watching their mouths part in matching horror

Seraphina’s POVThe morning air was crisp, almost too clean, as if the wind itself had been scoured of impurities. Mist swirled over the grassy plains where we now stood—an open field just beyond the academy’s towering walls. It looked deceptively serene, the tall golden grass waving in rhythm like some enchanted lullaby, but tension crackled beneath the surface.We were all gathered here for our first assessment: The Trial of the Living Relic. A mystical name for something that felt more dangerous than ceremonial.Above each of our heads hovered glowing colored bands—charms that shimmered faintly like miniature halos, indicating our assigned pairs. Mine flickered in a rich hue called Bloodstorm Red, a color as intense as it sounded. Unfortunately, it matched me with him.The werewolf.Or as I now knew his full name—Kael Thorne.He hadn’t looked at me once since the professor announced our pairing. His chiseled face was fixed in a tight, annoyed grimace, his jaw ticking like a countdo

SeraphinaThe corridor was too quiet and still as I felt Lucian’s fang on my teeth. It felt like he was about to puncture me with them. I couldn’t move, my heart pounding loudly as I was still like a statue. He wasn’t even holding me tightly, but it felt like that. Maybe his presence and it was scary. “Mine.” He murmured, his voice sounding like silk and at the same time dangerous. I could have pushed him away, done something to free myself. But I couldn’t. “I’m not yours,” I said to him, although my voice lacked courage and conviction. He chuckled lowly, his mouth still hovering around my neck. “You say that, but your pulse says otherwise. Don’t lie to me, little flame, your body is telling me everything that I need to know.”I struggled in his hold, but Lucian only held me tighter. It wasn’t painful, but I couldn’t even wiggle this time. “Let go.” I glared at him as much as I could because he was behind me. He only smirked, looking at my neck. I swallowed hard, which was probabl

Seraphina’s POVI slept not a wink at all that night of the Voidhollow attack.Every time I closed my eyes, I could see claws cutting through the air, the monster’s blank eyes glinting at me, the flames igniting from my own skin. Kael’s gold eyes had flashed with fury, Lucian’s smile had twisted with greed, and Auren had loomed as a blazing sun. Even wrapped in the blankets of my dorm bed, I could feel the burning echo of that moment.But when sleep finally claimed me, it was not the monster I had imagined.It was him.I didn’t know his name. I couldn’t make out his face very well, only glimpses — storm-grey eyes that blazed with lightning fire, the cool pressure of a mouth that grazed against mine with reverence and desire, rough and warm hands that curled around my waist and drew me into him.The dream began soft, pain-sweet. His fingers traced my jaw, moved to my neck, where his thumb rested upon the pain of my pulse. His eyes’ heat didn’t frighten me, merely starved. He puffed sof

SERAPHINAThe walk back to my dorm felt irritatingly longer than usual. Maybe because every step I took pissed me off than the last,my mind wouldn’t stop spinning like a cursed fucking wheel. My palms were still damp, my throat dry, my whole chest burning with something that felt a lot like shame.Lucien hadn’t even waited, he just walked off like I was some stranger he’d been forced to talk to. His words still rang in my head, bitter and sharp, oh they hurt me juet like he wanted it to..the fuck did he mean by Run after Professor Vale.I hated how that made my stomach twist. I hated it more that it sounded like jealousy. But why would he be jealous? Why would anyone? We barely even knew each other. And Professor Val…, why did he have to look exactly like the man from my dreams?I stopped midway in the hallway, pressing my back against the cold wall, feeling my pulse in my ears. It didn’t make sense. Dreams weren’t supposed to spill into reality. They weren’t supposed to feel so… real