Serena Akeroyd Reading Order Novelas e Histórias

"I’ve heard of this one—it’s a book of legends." She carries it to the table, placing it down carefully before flipping it open. The pages are thick and rough beneath her fingertips. As she skims through, she reads aloud, "The Tale of the First Shifter, Moon Goddess Parables, The Story of the Night Sky, The True Alpha… This is amazing," she whispers, completely enthralled. "Don’t tell anyone I’m touching this, but I have to read it." "I wonder if any others are unlocked," Serena says, moving to check the cabinet handles. Ben follows her lead.

Then I set it down on the table and looked at it for a while. Outside the tavern the village was quiet. Summer dark, insects, the occasional distant sound of something moving in the trees. Inside it was just me and the cooling kitchen and the letter on the table and forty years of knowing this pack well enough to remember Serena Hunter when she was still Serena Alcott, newly mated and newly arrived and so obviously, quietly happy that it had been a pleasure just to be in the same room with her.

She sighs, “I don’t ache everywhere anymore. Just where the babies keep kicking me in the kidneys.” Serena puts a hand on the small of her back, lifting her shirt a little to find skin. She feels the dull ache fade, then she suddenly needs the toilet. “Must pee. I’ll be back.” Serena nods and she dashes upstairs to the bathroom. When she’s done, she pops into the bedroom and grabs the phoenix book. She really needed to actually read the thing.

The air was sharp with pine and snow, the scents of dominance and magic tangled like wild roots. She walked confidently, her heels clicking across the polished stone of the estate’s inner courtyard, heart pounding with excitement. Alpha Ryker wanted her to bring Jenna back. Coty intended to do much more. The grand doors opened without resistance, and there she was—Lady Serena, draped in plum silks that clung to her like a lover’s hand. Her eyes narrowed, though not unkindly. “You took your time,” Serena said coolly. “Forgive me,” Coty replied with a false bow. “It’s not easy crossing into a pack that wants you dead.”

“Wait here, I’m going to give you something that will help you relax.” Before I could make a protest, she was gone out of my sight. Girl number eleven was now too close to Ace, as if she wanted to sit on her lap. She kept nudging for his biceps, rubbing her arms against Ace’s from time to time. Ace seemed to be oblivious of the lustful stares he was getting from the girls flocking around him. “Got it” Karen came back catching he breathe with three books in her hands. “Here.” “What am I going to do with these?” grabbing the offered books to me, the book on top was entitled ‘Fifty Shades of Grey.’

Serena stood below her, backlit by a storm of pulsing light, her hair unbound and whipping with an unseen wind, her body radiating a power older than time, fierce and unrelenting. Serena’s eyes had shifted—no longer their usual expressive softness. They were lit from within, glowing with divine silver. They weren't just the eyes of a wolf; they weren’t even the eyes of a goddess. They were something beyond comprehension. Something no one had ever seen. Not even Solmyra, who had lived for nearly a thousand years.

The question sounded casual But something about the way he asked it felt strangely personal. “Of course.” An hour later, Serena sat beside Lia’s bed reading one of her favorite storybooks while soft rain continued outside. The storm had calmed a little now. Lia lay curled beneath blankets hugging Moon tightly. Halfway through the story, her eyes slowly drifted shut. Serena smiled softly and carefully closed the book once she was fully asleep. She looked so peaceful sleeping. Serena quietly stood from the bed and walked toward the door. But when she opened it— Kael was standing there. She jumped slightly.

"The way you're all sitting tells me it's not nobody. Put it on the page, ANDREI. I need to see it the same way he's going to see it." Another pause. SEREN is watching me the way she was watching me on the plane that steady, assessing thing but it's different now. Less calculating, more something I don't have a word for yet. "She's right," SEREN says quietly. SLATE types something. The printer on the counter hums once, and a new page slides out. I take it. I read the name. ---