Braixen Serena Novels & Stories

So, Alexis just stayed silent after that while tightly gripping the palm of her right hand that still felt sore there. Meanwhile, Serina widened her eyes in disbelief that Adrian was there. With her legs starting to walk with stiff movements there, Serina drew herself a little closer to Adrian. Then a second later, Serina knelt down while bowing her head right in front of Adrian, as if she was paying respects to Adrian. It immediately made Adrian and Alexis feel very surprised. "What is this? What are you doing now?" Adrian asked in surprise at that Serina over there. After that Serina started to raise her head and looked at Adrian with her two amazed eyes. Then slowly, he began to stand the

Brianna joined in to help her sister, but I had Tracy in a tight lock and I wasn't going to loosen up even if the world was ending. Unfortunately, my anger was short-lived. I fell back as a cold and thunderous voice rumbled through the air. “What in Gaia's sake is happening here?” Her voice cut through my bone line razor sharp blade. Her heels clicked on the floor, pulling an unnerving cloud of fear with her. “Lena, you'd better have a perfect explanation, or I'm gonna skin you alive for trying to harm my daughters!” She snapped.

A voice interrupted, all too rehearsed in sweetness. “The team got back to us,” Serena announced, striding toward Axel with her hips doing a little too much for someone on a payroll. Her mini skirt barely covered anything, and her hand lingered far too long as she handed Axel the iPad—fingertips gliding along his knuckles like she had a claim. “Thank you, Serena. We’ll take it from here,” I said sharply, reaching across to peel her off my husband like dead skin. Her eyes flicked to me, surprised. She walked away slower than necessary, the swing in her step exaggerated.

She paused, glancing disdainfully at Arabella briefly. Adrian marched forward, stopping right in front of her. “Serena, if you want to act dumb, maybe try a different method. We all know you took Axel. Where's he?” “Oh, this is about Axel?” Serena gasped dramatically. Arabella stood behind, her face red with rage. “I’ve been quite busy these past few weeks so I couldn't pick him up. Now that I’m unemployed, I thought I would pick him up and spend some quality mother and son time together.”

"You think you'll command me to leave and I'll just listen? Hell, no. You're being wicked, Damien. Wicked, yes, that's the best way to describe you." Alex said at once in a very angry tone. He was really angry that Damien would even think of doing this to Ariel , he didn't know that Damien could actually watch Ariel get beaten and hurt on his orders. He proceeded to take Ariel from the guard, but Damien's voice stopped him.

"You really think the Alpha has time for something as hopeless as you? He's with Luna Cassandra, planning the expansion of the pack! Get lost before we have to drag you away!" The grip on my shoulder tightened painfully, crushing my still-healing body. "Take your hand off me!" I snapped, fighting against the Beta's strength. Suddenly, a shiny modern silver car pulled up, with Damon driving and Cassandra looking victorious and jealous beside him. The windows were rolled down. Cassandra's eyes narrowed as she said, "Damon, look! It is the poor Omega! I guess she is still obsessed with you even after all this time." Damon turned to me. His face was cold, and fishy. The sight of him, the memory

I frowned as I felt the heaviness settle in my chest, knowing that it was somewhat familiar. Xavier’s head snapped toward the doorway at the same time mine did. The scent hit first: cool night air, something faintly metallic, and the wild tang of wolf magic, old, deep, and unmistakably powerful. She was already inside. Lisa D’Amaris leaned against the frame of the door like she’d been there all along, her posture casual, her legs crossed neatly at the ankle. Her beauty was sharp, refined, nothing like Annalise’s fiery elegance or Lorenzo’s brooding dominance. This one was colder. Collected. Her eyes held that peculiar stillness that comes from knowing far too much.

FInding out who else she was in contact with was the only reason she still remained alive. “I heard from Amelia as well, that you have a new guest in the house,” Cara finally said what she had come for. I glanced at her, my expression unchanged. She looked at me expectantly. “Come on, Nero, give me some information here. Who’s this man?” “An assassin,” I said with utmost sincerity. She froze, and I chuckled at her own befuddled look. “And a companion.” “Really? An assassin? I thought we’d agreed to steer clear of those since Zara.” She took a bite of her sausage which was speared onto a fork before waving her hand. “You’re fucking him aren’t you?”

I mutter to myself, holding on to the last bit of hope within me. The creaking sound of the door opening startles me, and I look up, expecting to see King Sven. Instead, I'm met with a tall woman with striking onyx eyes and long dark hair entering. She’s draped in fine silks. Her gaze settles on me, her lips painted black curving into a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “So, you are the cursed one everyone has been whispering about,” she says in a smooth, calculating tone, taking in my appearance with a raised brow. “I am Katniss Whitlock, King Sven’s future Luna.”

The moment her eyes landed on Serena’s hand resting possessively on Damien’s sleeve, the temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. Damien felt the shift like a physical blow. Elara crossed the floor with deliberate calm, stopping a few feet away. Her smile was polite enough to cut glass. “Mr. Cross. I didn’t realize you’d be here.” Serena’s gaze flicked between them, sharp and assessing. “And you are?” “Elara Voss.” The name landed with quiet weight. “Victor’s daughter. Damien is an old family friend.” “How lovely.” Serena’s fingers tightened almost imperceptibly on Damien’s arm. “I was just telling him how rare it is to see him out these days. He used to be far more… available.”