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Daxton's POV. I stepped out of the castle, the crisp morning air hitting my face as I walked toward the waiting cars. Three of them, parked in a row, engines running. Lord Cassian matched my pace beside me, his usual silence comforting in its own way. "You haven’t gone to see our mate." Rhovan’s voice echoed in my mind, deep and insistent. I rolled my shoulders, already irritated. "Don’t you have anything better to think about?" I shot back. "And who told you Serafina is our mate?" "You can deny it all you want," Rhovan growled, "but you can’t change the facts." I scoffed. "If you have this much time to waste, use it to help me crack the damn murder case in Duskmoor instead of obsessing over a woman." Rhovan growled again, a low warning. "Ask about our mate." "We don’t have a mate." He huffed in frustration. "Fine. Ask about Serafina." I clenched my jaw. I didn’t care about Serafina. She wasn’t my problem. Rhovan was just delusional. And yet... the urge to ask Lord

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Daxton's POV. King Alderic exhaled deeply, drumming his fingers on the armrest of his chair. "The council of elders will convene in a few hours," he said, his sharp gaze studying me. "Would you like to be present?" I leaned back slightly, already shaking my head. "No," I replied. "I need to prepare for my journey back to Duskmoor tomorrow." Then, I met his gaze directly. "But since you will be there, I have a message for them." Alderic arched a brow. "I’m listening." "Tell them to stop wasting their energy on who I chose as my wife," I said evenly. "Nothing is going to change. Instead, they should focus on overseeing the construction of the Great Wall. The safety of our people is far more important than my personal life." Alderic let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "It sounds like you’re reminding them of their place." I smirked. "They seem to have forgotten." Alderic’s smile lingered for a moment before he nodded. "Very well. I will deliver your message." Satisfied,

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Daxton's POV. Silence stretched between us as I studied my mother’s face. Time had barely left a mark on her. Her skin was still smooth, untouched by wrinkles. Her youthfulness was the only gift her illness had given her. But as I stared into her distant black eyes, I saw how much it had stolen as well. She had been battling it for two decades, worsening after she gave birth to my younger brother. She had never been the same after that. "You don’t remember me?" I asked quietly. "I was here six months ago, and you already can’t remember?" Her delicate brows furrowed at my words. A hand lifted to her temple, rubbing lightly. "I’m sorry," she murmured, voice gentle, hesitant. "My head... it’s a little messed up sometimes." I exhaled softly, keeping my voice steady. "Mother, it’s me. Daxton." For a moment, she only blinked at me. Then, her smile shifted, warmer, familiar. A flicker of recognition surfaced in her dark gaze. Slowly, she reached out, cupping my face between

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Daxton's POV For a moment, I considered letting my mother hold on to her fantasy that Serafina was a goddess. It was a harmless belief, one that seemed to bring her joy. But the words left my mouth before I could stop them. "She’s no goddess, Mother." I exhaled slowly. "She was cursed by one." Her brow furrowed, and the warmth in her black eyes dimmed slightly. "Cursed?" she echoed, her fingers tensing against the folds of her dress. I nodded, watching her closely. "By the Moon Goddess herself." The frown on her face deepened. "And what did she do to deserve such a punishment?" I leaned back in my chair, folding my arms across my chest. "That," I said, voice steady, "is something we will have to ask the Moon Goddess." The moment the words left my lips, something in my mother snapped. Her face twisted in fury, her lips curling into a snarl. "Your father was cursed too!" she spat, her voice rising, sharp and full of venom. "That’s why he locked me up in the dungeon!" I

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Serafina's POV. I was exhausted. The so-called tour of the estate had dragged on longer than necessary, covering endless halls, courtyards, and rooms I had no real interest in. By the time I returned to my chamber, my body felt like it had been wrung dry. The moment my head hit the pillow, I sank into sleep, not caring about anything else. When I finally woke up nearly two hours later, the sky had dimmed slightly, and my stomach grumbled in protest. Lunch was waiting for me on the dining table, but the presence of Madam Rachel ruined any appetite I might have had. Her eyes, always sharp and assessing, followed my every movement as I ate. A cold weight sat in my chest. No matter what I did, I could never relax around her. She was a silent force pressing down on me, like a chain I couldn’t shake off. So, when she finally stood and left, a breath of relief escaped my lips. Madam Rachel left me in the company of Mira, Deidra, and Kira. At first, I was skeptical; Deidra a

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Serafina's POV. I hated that I had to be standing when Daxton casually strolled into my room like he owned the floor beneath his feet. And of course, he did. His shoulder-length black hair looked freshly washed, glistening faintly under the chandelier’s amber glow. Shampooed. I didn’t know why that annoyed me, but it did. Long hair on men always seemed impractical to me. All that swaying and brushing past shoulders, it irritated me. Madam Rachel and the rest of the servants bowed as he entered, each movement crisp and precise, just like they were trained. Daxton’s Beta, Lord Cassian, stood just behind him, head dipped in acknowledgment but still sharp-eyed, alert. I remained still. I had no intention of bowing or curtseying to him. Not tonight. But then Madam Rachel’s subtle gaze found me. That cold, expectant look. I felt the pressure of it like an invisible hand on my back. Reluctantly, I dipped into a brief curtsey. I said nothing, though. I could feel Daxton’s gaze

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Serafina's POV. "You don’t want to answer the question?" Daxton asked, casually spearing a large chunk of grilled chicken. "Did I touch a soft spot?" He popped the meat into his mouth and began chewing slowly, methodically, like he had all night to sit here and peel me open. I stared at him, saying nothing. My lips pressed into a hard line. My silence was my last line of defense, and I wasn’t ready to let it fall. But he didn’t back off. "I’m guessing here," Daxton continued, his voice calm, almost curious. "Given the depth, shape and direction, I would say it was a claw. Not a blade. And from the way it curves at the edge, it wasn’t a full swipe. One claw. Likely the index finger of a werewolf." I blinked. My chest tightened. His guesses were too close. Too exact. He chewed slowly, swallowed, and lifted a spoonful of salad to his lips. I stared, stunned, as he continued without waiting for me to recover. "Your father hates you. That much is obvious. But he wouldn’t have tou

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AUTHOR'S POV The night had left Serafina hollow. She had tossed in bed like a storm-blown leaf, haunted by Daxton’s words that burrowed deep and gnawed at her resolve. Though her rage hadn’t vanished entirely, it had cooled into a low, seething simmer, coated in exhaustion. When Madam Rachel woke her at five sharp, Serafina blinked against the darkness. No apology. No warmth. Just business. "Time to prepare," the older woman had said, turning away before she could grunt a response. And while she didn’t care much for the woman’s tone, Serafina hadn’t missed the one piece of unexpected news. Madam Rachel wouldn’t be accompanying them to Duskmoor. She didn’t celebrate, but in the end, she thought it was one less set of judging eyes around her and felt a bit of relief. More surprising, however, was Madam Rachel’s decision to appoint Mira as the head of Serafina’s maidservants. Considering how quickly the woman had rejected the idea before, the change of heart was odd and une

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AUTHOR'S POV. The van rolled smoothly along the forested path, weaving past the shadows of towering evergreens. The early morning light had begun to spill golden streaks through the tinted windows, catching on the faint mist that clung to the lowland borders of Stormveil. Inside the van, Serafina sat comfortably, her stomach no longer making loud demands. Deidra leaned over from her seat with a warm smile. "No need to worry, my lady. We packed enough food, snacks, and drinks to last the entire trip." A quiet sigh escaped her lips; she hadn’t even noticed the tightness in her chest. "Thank the stars. I thought I would have to starve my way to Duskmoor." Mira, seated at the edge near the aisle, gave a small smile. "You will be served your breakfast now. Since you didn’t get to eat before we left." Serafina’s eyes brightened slightly as she nodded. "I’m ready." Deidra reached for one of the insulated travel bags tucked near her feet and unzipped it carefully. From inside,

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Serafina's POV. The van finally slowed, and Kira’s soft voice stirred me from the quiet haze of exhaustion. "We are stopping for a bit, my lady. You can use the restroom now." I nodded wordlessly and stood, my spine protesting the movement. My legs felt wooden from sitting too long. I ducked behind the curtain, letting out a sigh as I finally relieved myself, the small space barely enough to stretch in. When I pushed the curtain aside to step back into the main cabin, I was surprised to find the space empty. The van door was wide open. But before my heart could skip a beat, Mira’s head popped in. "My lady, we are taking a short break. You can stretch your limbs now." Relief bloomed in my chest. "Finally," I muttered, making her way forward. Mira offered her hand as I reached the door, and I took it without thinking, grateful for the support as I stepped down. The air outside was crisp and damp, as though rain threatened to fall at any moment. The sky above was grey, heavy

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