Semua Bab Bound To The Alpha Who Hates Me : Bab 21 - Bab 27

[Sera's POV]Three days after Vivienne's arrest, Mora from the library requests to see me privately.The message comes through Beta Catherine, who seems confused by it. "The old librarian wants a meeting with you. She says it's urgent and personal. Should I tell her you're too busy?""No, I'll meet with her." I'm curious—Mora has been kind to me since I arrived, but we've never been close enough for "urgent and personal" meetings.I find her in a private reading room in the library, surrounded by ancient books and scrolls. She looks nervous, her hands fidgeting with the edge of her shawl."Luna Sera, thank you for coming." She gestures to a chair across from her. "Please, sit. What I'm about to tell you... it's been weighing on me for twenty years."My stomach tightens with anticipation. "What is it?"Mora takes a deep breath. "I knew your mother. Celeste. She was my best friend."The world tilts slightly. "You knew my mother?""Yes. We grew up together, trained together, were insepar

I'm trying to act normal at breakfast, but the vision from last night keeps replaying in my mind.Your grandmother wants to meet you.Or perhaps we'll simply take what we need from you.My hands shake slightly as I reach for my coffee, and I spill some on the table."Sera?"Kade's voice pulls me back to the present. He's watching me from across the table with concern etched on his face. We're in his private dining area—I've been sleeping in his quarters for the past week, though still on the couch. Taking things slow, letting the relationship develop naturally.But right now, I don't feel natural. I feel terrified."I'm fine," I lie automatically.Through the mate bond, I feel his disbelief. He can sense my anxiety, my fear, the way my heart is racing."You're not fine. You've been distracted all morning." He sets down his own cup and comes around the table to kneel beside my chair. "Talk to me. Is this about the vision?"I nod, not trusting my voice."Tell me everything. Don't leave

Very early in the next morning, Kael and I went for a slight training and when we were done, I was so exhausted and dirty that I had to rush to the kitchen to wash off my dirt hands while Kael had gone to his office, he had an urgent work to attend to. I was left standing in the kitchen trying to scrub out the dirts from under my nails with dish soap. "That's not going to work." My heart jumped, spinning around so fast I knocked over the soap bottle. It clattered across the counter, suds spreading across the granite. A man stood in the doorway. Tall, broad-shouldered, with the same storm-grey eyes as Kael. But where Kael's face was all hard angles and barely controlled anger, this man smiled easily. But in a mischievous way. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." He stepped into the kitchen, and I noticed how quietly he moved for someone his size. His boots didn't make a sound on the tile floor. He wore dark jeans and a leather jacket despite the warm morning, and his dark hai