Princess Serenity's Father Novels & Stories

Her father had left behind more than just debt—he'd left a trail of enemies and unfinished business that now fell on his daughter's shoulders. Whether she liked it or not, my protection was the only thing standing between her and those who would exploit her vulnerability. My phone rang. Mother's name flashed on the screen. I considered letting it go to voicemail, then thought better of it. "Adrian, darling." Her voice was warm. "I've been hearing interesting things about you and Serena." "Have you." "Is it real?" She dropped the pretense. "Do you actually care for the girl, or is this all part of whatever scheme you and her father cooked up?"

"Wait until I become king. I will eradicate disgusting races like yours." "Oh, please do. But that also means you have to kill your future wife, Seraphine Valentina. Because not much different from me, she is also an Omega witch blessed with powerful abilities like ours." "Hey! Don't you dare run away from me!" I was one second too late. Elyrian managed to disappear while I was pondering their words. 'Seraphine ... That’s right. If Father knew her true identity, I doubt he would stay silent. After all, the Maximilian bloodline despises witches.'

Whoever had carried me to that hotel room could have been someone in Kael's circle. A cousin. A relative. A younger alpha. Someone whose blood would smell like family to the King. But I couldn't share that. Not before I had proof. "Who is the father?" he asked. "He lives far from here. A different pack." The words came smooth. Five years of practice. "You're raising a pup alone here. As a rogue." "Yes." He studied me for a long moment. Up close, his pine and cedar scent and something warmer underneath that made my blood hum.

I whisper, the sound torn from somewhere between my heart and the smoke. His gaze flickers to mine — and for that one heartbeat, I see him remember. The nights beneath the moon. The vow whispered against my skin. The promise of forever. And then it’s gone. Father’s voice booms from the dais — the Alpha King himself, my blood, my executioner. “By decree of the Moon Court and the authority of this pack,” he announces, “Serena, Omega of Bluemoon, stands guilty of treason, murder, and consorting with forbidden power. The sentence is death by cleansing flames.”

I slammed the door shut behind me and leaned against it, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I needed to talk to Nathan to find a way to salvage this mess. I pulled out my phone and dialed his number, my hands shaking with barely contained fury. I put the phone to my ear and paced my living room as I waited for Nathan to pick up. He finally did. Took him long enough. “Nathan, it’s Serena. My father he... Edmund… My half-brother, the company...” It was so difficult to string words together, I was going through an avalanche of emotions.

I whisper, my throat tightening. My father rises from his seat, his commanding presence filling the room. “Now that you’ve returned, there’s no time to waste. You must take the throne and secure your future.” He pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I’ll arrange a mate ball,” he announces. “A mate ball?” I repeat, my heart sinking. “Yes,” he says firmly. “You deserve a mate who will respect and cherish you, someone worthy of your status as a princess. It’s time the world knows who you truly are.”