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Serenia knows better than anyone that even if it is Savea he chooses, she won’t truly be his mate, neither Rune nor Serenia have one now. Once you reject your mate, you are sacrificing your chance to ever have one. No one who has ever rejected their first mate has been granted a second one, and the relationships they form after are usually with those who have lost their mate or rejected theirs the same, the bond never truly existing but both accepting the other regardless.

The hall glittered with gold and glass, every detail screaming of status and power. Because tonight was not just my birthday— it was my engagement banquet with Caleb, the future Alpha. Yet the man who had promised me a “birthday gift”… never appeared. I stood at the edge of the hall, eyes locked on the doorway, waiting. Seven years of waiting. Seven years since my wolf had whispered the truth to me—that Caleb was my fated mate. I believed it. So much that I gave up everything. The three hundred million dollars my father left me—I poured it all into Caleb’s pack. Into his future. Into us.

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi

Chapter 11: The Enemy's Plan Kael's POV The night was still, yet I knew a storm was brewing. Not the kind that came with wind and rain, no this one was different. This was a storm of power shifting, borders being tested, and blood would spill. I stood in my study, staring at the map of territories stretched across my desk. My gaze lingered on the Silverfang Pack's lands, their borders marked clearly in dark ink. Lucian Blackwood ruled there, and for too long, he had acted as if he were untouchable.

His eyes flick to the others before addressing me. “You’ve taken liberties that threaten the very foundation of our pack structure.” I say nothing. “You’ve shown favoritism, compromised our alliances, and drawn battle lines we may not be ready to hold.” Still nothing. “You’ve crowned a Luna without a vote, without counsel, and—may I remind you—without full trust from the people.” I lift my eyes, calm and clear. “You mean your trust.” Dorian’s jaw tightens. “You’re making this political.” “No,” I say. “You already did.”

It wasn’t until nearing the end that the quality of the items started to climb again. "Next up is the debut work of the contemporary famous painter Rebecca—‘The Stars Don’t Fall,’ starting at one million!" When the host announced this, the previously dull venue stirred instantly. Many socialite daughters craned their necks in anticipation. Rebecca, the artist, was a mysteriously low-key figure. At sixteen, she painted The Stars Don’t Fall, capturing the joys and sorrows of being human. The masterpiece cleverly uses the starry sky to express a yearning for family and the loneliness that has no outlet, encapsulating the complex emotions of adolescence.

Instead, he held out something wrapped in cloth. “Found this near where we fought earlier,” he said. I unwrapped it slowly. A metal shard. Thin, curved. The surface etched with a symbol—one I hadn’t seen in years, but one that made my stomach drop instantly. A circle split down the middle. On one side, the mark of the Forsaken Wolves. On the other, a crude carving of a serpent. I whispered, “This can’t be real.” Fenrir stepped closer. “You recognize it.”

Mara asks as she gets up from her crouching stance and moves to my dresser where I see a tray of hot steaming tea. Nodding, I accept the cup of tea when she brings it to me, still shaken by the nightmare. “So we need to get you dressed for the ceremony,” I hear her say and her words jolt me. It's finally here—the day I bond with Kael Blackthorne, Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack and my mate. It's my Mate-Bond Ceremony. I gulp my tea and finish it in second, flinging my legs over the side of the bed as I stretch.

“Princess Seraphina, please. Yell at me if you want, but please do not be quiet about it. What I did is unforgivable, and I deserve—" “Nothing, Nicola. You deserve nothing. Not even my anger.” I let out, breathing steadily while holding his gaze. Rexton seemed to be lost in some kind of trance, but I didn’t care. I simply said to Nicola, “You have done what you did. Nothing can change that, not even my forgiveness. Thank you for creating the pills for Celeste and for teaching me these past few weeks.” “There’s no need to thank me. It was a pleasure, and I will create the potion to seal away her werewolf gene as soon as we defeat the rebels—"

There was no Jason to greet him and no bustling staff, only the wind dragging brittle leaves across the bare driveway. Ryan leaped out and shoved the heavy doors open. The grand hall was empty, and the expensive carpets were gone. The ancestral portraits on the walls, too, had vanished. Even the bronze hunting dog sculpture from the fireplace was missing. Standing at the center of the vacant hall were Francis, Bella, Darius, and Maria. Each wore a different expression, ranging from guilt, avoidance, and smug delight. "Where's Helen?" Ryan demanded. "Where's my child?" Bella stepped forward and handed him a document.