บททั้งหมดของ Burned by My Ex, Reborn as His King's Mate : บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

SERAPHINA“Mama! Mama, look!”I looked up from the report I was reading to see Alaric running toward me excitedly, carrying a rock almost as big as his head. At two years old, he should have had trouble lifting such a heavy rock—but he lifted it easily, as if it weighed no more than a pillow.“Look, Mama! I'm strong!” he exclaimed proudly, his Kaelos-like blue eyes sparkling with excitement.Sophia, Alaric's nanny, ran after him, panting. “Luna Seraphina, I'm sorry. He suddenly picked up that rock in the garden and ran off before I could stop him.”I smiled, stroking Alaric's messy black hair. “It's okay, Sophia. Alaric, dear, you are very strong indeed. But we mustn't run around carrying big rocks inside the house, okay? Someone could get hurt.”“Okay, Mama,” he replied cheerfully, carefully placing the rock down—though ‘carefully’ for a two-year-old still r

SERAPHINAToday is a special day. Callista and Alex are finally coming home after six months of traveling around the world.I stand on the Pack family's porch with Kaelos, waiting for their car to arrive. Beside me, Alaric and Celine run around excitedly, eager to see their aunt and uncle.“Mama, when is Aunt Calli coming?” Celine asked in her adorable little voice, tugging at my dress.I smiled, lifting her into my arms. “Soon, sweetheart. They're almost here.”“I miss Aunt Calli,” Alaric muttered, standing next to Kaelos with a serious expression that made him look like a mini Alpha.Kaelos laughed, ruffling his son's hair gently. “We all miss them, Ric.”Behind us, the entire Pack had gathered—the Elders, Beta Archer, the warriors, families with their children. Everyone wanted to welcome Callista and Alex, who had successfully completed their extraordinary diplomatic mission.

AUTHOR POVBrussels, Belgium - Headquarters of the European Wolf CouncilThe Council's courtroom was located deep underground, hidden beneath a historic building that looked like a museum from the outside. No human knew that deep within the earth, the leaders of the European wolves gathered to decide the fate of those who had broken supernatural laws.Today, the room was filled with palpable tension.Viktor Ashford stood in the center of the circle, chained with silver shackles that burned his skin every time he moved. His once handsome face was now pale and gaunt after three weeks of detention. His once confident eyes now flashed with a mixture of anger and despair.Before him, five members of the Senior Council sat on a high podium—the oldest and most powerful Alphas and Lunas in Europe.In the center was Council Member Anastasia Volkov, with her silver hair tied back tightly and sharp blue eyes that missed nothing.To her right sat Maximilian Von Reich, Alpha of the German Iron Pac

SERAPHINASix months after Viktor's trialThe ballroom of the Continental Hotel in Manhattan was filled with hundreds of wolves from across North America. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above our heads, and orchestral music played softly in the background.This was the North American Wolf Council's Annual Gala—the most prestigious event on our supernatural calendar, where Pack leaders gathered to celebrate achievements, strengthen alliances, and honor those who had made outstanding contributions to the community.And this year, I was one of those being honored.“You're nervous,” Kaelos whispered beside me, his warm hand holding my waist as we stood in line greeting guests.“A little,” I admitted honestly, smoothing the midnight blue evening gown I was wearing. “I never imagined I'd be in this position.”“You deserve every award you'll receive tonight,” he said firmly, kissing my temple. "Nightveil Academy has changed the way Packs across the country educate their young. Your mentorship

KAELOSThree months after Seraphina received the prestigious award, I stood in the large conference room of the Nightveil Pack House, staring at the digital map of North America that displayed the entire territory of the Pack now under our alliance.Dark blue marked our territory—the Nightveil Pack. Light blue indicated allied Packs that had signed a full alliance agreement. And for the first time in the history of North American wolves, the entire map was filled with blue.“This is incredible,” said Beta Archer, standing beside me with a tablet in his hand. “Twenty-three large Packs, forty-seven medium Packs, and sixty-eight small Packs—all united under the new North American Wolf Council.”“Not just united,” I corrected. “Fully integrated. Free trade agreements, a joint defense system, integrated education programs, and most importantly—a commitment to resolving conflicts peacefully.”Elder Marcus entered the room with a proud smile on his face. At nearly seventy years old, he still