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she demanded Seraphina didn't know that they were arguing over the ring that she'd just bought and even if she did who was she to butt in and even if she did what would she do ? , give it back ? , of course she wouldn't and so there was no point involving herself in their fight . she continued browsing the wristwatches in front of her and when she saw two that looked like a pair she immediately thought of her parents and so she called on someone to bring them out for her , she bought them and decided to find Samira who wasn't in her line of sight anymore when she saw the angry girl and the sales girl walking towards her direction , the sales girl looked apologetic , it looked like the manag

Aeron chuckled dragging up a nearby chair and sitting on it backward, we cant! Thanis growled she didn't desert the host she was drafted and ascended into the Seraphim Guard, she's the Seraphim of Mercy now and she's mated too, are you serious? dude thats huge! Ezera cried who is she mated to? The Seraphim of Justice he answered she even has his mark on her neck and their wings even match his are silver and hers is gold you should have seen her today she looked so badass she took down all of the King of hells army total cleansing

He was not someone you wanted to piss off and for some reason he was. Seraphina let out a cry when one of the men restraining her jerked her arm. She was a fragile-looking thing with her fair skin and slender frame. Her black hair covered one of her beautiful indigo eyes. Anger and fear filtered through her eyes as she met eye contact with me. I had heard her calls for help through the mind-link earlier, but she needed to realize she wasn’t my priority. She should have been a good bitch and gone into the chambers with the rest of the women and children.

Ava’s voice broke the silence gently. Seraphina opened her eyes and glanced at her lady-in-waiting. Ava stood a few steps away, hands clasped neatly before her, dressed in soft blue gown. "Too plain," Seraphina thought suddenly. “You’re distracted,” Seraphina said. Ava inclined her head. “I was thinking the same of you.” Seraphina reached for the teacup but did not drink. “Tell me,” she said quietly, “did you notice anything unusual last night?”

He didn’t know my name. Swallowing hard, I forced the words out, my voice shaking. “Seraphina… sir.” Alexei Volkov looked me up and down, assessing me and then amusement flickered in his dark gaze. “What an interesting place to find you, Seraphina.” He eyed Judas and then scoffed. “Tell me, do you always make a habit of hiding, or is this a special occasion?” My heart pounded and my palms were damp as I struggled to hold his gaze. “I-I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, sir,” I stammered. “I just—”

It wasn’t a prison, but it wasn’t freedom either. A quiet knock startled me. “Come in,” I called, my voice hoarse. The door swung open, and a woman stepped in, her presence so vibrant it was almost jarring. She had long, dark curls and an easy smile that immediately softened the tension coiled in my stomach. “You must be Seraphina,” she said, her voice light and warm. “I’m Lilliana. Rafael’s sister.” I blinked. She looked nothing like him. There was no sharp edge to her, no coldness. Where Rafael was all shadows and quiet menace, she was golden warmth.

Sera's POV The message arrived like a whisper across the screen. Lines of numbers shifted, cracked apart, and then words formed. My breath caught as if the machine itself had leaned forward to speak. “Phoenix,” Daniel read over my shoulder. His voice was careful, soft. “It’s not just a name, is it?” I shook my head. My mother’s handwriting had circled that word a hundred times in the margins. Now it pulsed on the screen as if she had left me a living echo.

My mind was already back on the screens. I opened my laptop and pulled up the feed from the boutique. Seraphina was leaving now, her arms full of shopping bags. She looked tired, her movements slower than they had been an hour ago. She didn't look back as she got into her car. She didn't look for the silver SUV that was no longer there. She thought she was fighting a war on her own. She thought she was standing in the middle of a battlefield, surrounded by enemies on all sides. She didn't realize that I was already there, in the shadows, moving the pieces for her.

But the thought had my wolf pushing to come out, itching to kill any male who'd even dare be within fifty feet of her, looking at her romantically. Trotting back into the study, I walk over to my desk, open a hidden drawer, and pull out an old leather-skin book—a personal journal from centuries ago. The pages are filled with inked ramblings about a woman named Seraphina, the first and only woman who ever made me feel anything strangely romantic or affectionate… and who also died because of it. But the more I read, the more an unsettling truth dawned on me: Seraphina had a striking connection to Scarlett. They were fierce in their own way, strong women who couldn't easily be controlled. If my