Novel & Cerita Serana Mother

The first time my mother brought me into that house. Sera stood at the top of the stairs in a pink dress. My mother smiled, walked over, and crouched down to hug her. "Sera, would it be okay if I took care of you from now on?" Sera didn't pull away. She shoved my mother down the stairs. Then she answered her own question, accusing my mother of being her father's mistress. After that, my mother poured every ounce of herself into Sera. She woke early every morning to make her breakfast, memorized what she liked and didn't like.

As Serena stood upright, her eyes immediately met the sharp but warm look of the middle-aged woman. They exchanged glances for quite a long time. There are many stories that pass through the gaze—the past that has been established, the bonds that have existed, and the wounds that are still settling. Alora, who was among them, frowned, feeling that something was wrong from the silence that suddenly created. "Serena...," the middle-aged woman called out in a slow but meaningful voice. Serena raised her lips to form a thin smile, lowering her head slightly as a greeting. He didn't get it wrong, the woman was Weya, Damien Duff's biological mother—and in the past, an in-laws who once thought of h

"I was twenty three. Working as a teacher in Oregon. One day I woke up and my hands were glowing. I thought I was dying. Went to the hospital and they ran tests and everything came back wrong. My blood chemistry was shifting. My vitals were irregular. And then men in black suits showed up asking questions about my mother." "Bloodline Project," Micah says from the doorway. Sera nods. "I ran. Been running ever since. Stayed off grid. Avoided packs. Avoided anyone connected to the supernatural world. But it's hard when you're glowing like a nightlight every time you get stressed." "Your mother never told you?" Elena asks softly. "My mother died when I was six." Sera's voice hardens. "Car accide

Alexandro turned his head, now listening more intently. Serena’s father exhaled, the weight of his secrets pressing visibly against his shoulders. “Serena’s not like her brothers. You know this already, but you don’t know why. I married her mother after losing my first mate. My sons—Jacob and Edward—were born of that union. My mate was strong, a proud wolf. But after her death, I met a woman unlike any other. Serena’s mother.”

My eyes landed on the baby monitor next to his glass, it was late, so Daniella would be asleep by now. Sienna walks toward me and wraps me in an embrace. “How is she?” she repeats the question Nico had asked, and I repeat the same answer I gave him. Sienna’s mouth is a thin line at my explanation, but she nods anyway and walks back towards Dante, who downs his bourbon. It was coming. “Serena’s mother was a Muratori,” he suddenly says, flooring me. Nico’s eyes widen, and Sienna’s hand flies to her mouth. “She was there that night, along with her infant son.” Dante pours himself another glass.

The stronger and larger the bloodline, the bigger the possibilities of overall power in the Raseri Tribe. Despite Serenia’s mother being an official wife of the Hansen house and her father’s true mate, she is treated as a mere mistress. They fell in love and realized their mate bond when Serenia’s mother used to be a messenger between tribes and often visited the Raseri tribe. There she met Brant Hansen, who loved her beauty and promised her a better life.

“I shall contact your father and inform him of your treason, then we shall decree the penance.” She let out a hollow, bitter laugh. “My father is across the sea for Council business. I doubt you’ll reach his mind.” Hawthorne frowned. “And your mother? Where is she?” The air in the hallway seemed to freeze. Harrison watched Serena lift her chin, her eyes turning cold as ice. Her mother was a forbidden subject, a wound that Serena protected with lethal ferocity. A flicker of pity sparked in Harrison’s chest—a wish that no wolf had to endure what she had.

I am familiar with the paths—naturally, I have been prepared for this. But beyond that… I need to talk to her. Time is getting shorter. I have noticed the transformations. The assembly of wolves. The constricting grip on Jaden, Jackson, and Jermaine. And their mother—our mother, Hailey—was far from a saint, yet she defends her own, and she would never exploit her children. Serenia is someone who craved power and she intends to annihilate them to get what she wants. The greenhouse stands in front, shimmering gently with moonlight and enchantment. I quietly enter through the distant door, being careful not to disrupt the magical plants coiling in rest.

Serenity’s POV I couldn’t help but burst it out. The rage I had been feeling boiled over. I never feel like this. Anger and rage weren't my thing, but between all the secrets, my father insisting on him not being affected by the breaking of his bond, and that damn Delta growling every five minutes for no reason... I just blew up when he called her my ‘mother’. She isn't my mother. I know it is irrational for me to be so mad he said it. It's irrational for me to be so mad about the secrets when I haven't exactly been forthcoming. I hid things so he didn’t kill his mate years ago. I did it so this pack could keep the Luna they love so much. I did it so that I didn’t deprive everyone of the one

Baird turned to me for a moment, his eyes seemed to say 'Trust me. Then he turned back to his father, undeterred. "Serena is the one that I love, and the one I’ve chosen to be my mate. She will be by my side when I assume the role of Alpha. She will be my Luna, and together we will lead this pack to greatness. So, yes, father, her past is irrelevant, because from now on, her place is here, with me."