Semua Bab Seraphina- The Alpha's Murderer : Bab 1 - Bab 6

Seraphina.A dark hooded figure dove out of the high window in a flash. I squinted my eyes, still trying to hold up my weak body. It felt like my life was slowly draining out of me, but I wasn't sure what was happening to me. I only knew I had to prepare a bath for the Alpha by this time of the night, and there was something about that figure that jumped out... It felt all too familiar, but still very strange."Alpha Zen? I'm coming in to prepare a bath, for you," I tapped softly on the door to announce my presence so he could open the door, but the door gave way under the palm of my fingers.That was strange. The Alpha always locked his room. My mind flashed back to the figure from earlier and my heart jumped to my throat. No, it wasn't possible. No one would dare! The Alpha was a strong—"Sera... Seraphina," I heard the low rasp of his voice call out for me. His voice was weak, and my wolf sensed a tinge of copper and iron mixed with wolfsbane in the air.I pushed the door open imme

Seraphina."What is your name?" He asked again for the third time, "I would make sure you're greatly rewarded for this."I ignored him like I did before. I wanted to finish this off and be on my way to a place where I wouldn't be found. It wasn't up to an hour when I finished cleaning the cuts and wounds. I had to fight the urge to ask him what really happened that he had so many stab wounds, it wasn't in my place as an Omega to strike a conversation with an Alpha."I'm done, sir." I breathed out and he assessed his body before looking at me. A ghost of a smile formed on the face of his wolf."You have done well—" he tilted his head to the side, a way of trying to ask me for my name, and I hesitated."You can address me as an Omega, sir." I bowed my head low, "My name is not useful and has never been useful."Besides, there was really no point. Soon, my name would be on the tip of the tongue of all werewolves in the world— Seraphina, the Alpha's murderer.He chuckled under his breath

Seraphina.The cold of the dungeon had seeped so deep into my bones I wondered if I’d ever feel warmth again. Time lost meaning in the pitch black, measured only by the relentless drip… drip… drip… of water and the frantic pounding of my own heart. Exhaustion warred with terror, pulling me towards a numb oblivion I desperately fought.Then, the iron door screeched as it opened.Harsh torchlight blinded me. Rough hands hauled me up. My stiff, bound limbs screamed in protest. I didn’t struggle. What was the point? The faces of the warriors were grim, devoid of pity. They didn’t speak. They simply dragged me out of the cell, up the endless stone stairs.The noise hit me first. A low, ominous rumble, like distant thunder, growing louder with every step upward. It resolved into a roar as we emerged into the main courtyard.People. Hundreds of them. Pack members crammed together, shoulder to shoulder, their faces a blur of anger and hatred. They were chanting the moment they saw me. They wa