Serena Delphox 소설 & 이야기

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.”

Obey. Kill him. You are nothing. Serena dropped to one knee clutching her head. No. No no no— Then Damien’s voice cut through the noise. “Serena!” That voice… only that word he said… It felt like it was enough. It steadied something in her as the voices tuned down… Vakor noticed too late as Serena rose slowly. Her eyes glowed silver now…. The Demi god-like powers surged through the chamber violently enough to extinguish half the flames.

Her hands on their own made their way to hug his neck whereas his hands cupped her waist and pulled her closer, forgetting there was already no gap between them. He pecked her neck and then her ear and trailed to her cheek. He kissed the corner of her lips and then joined their foreheads. They both were panting heavily against each other. Seraphina made no efforts to push him away because she didn't want to, not anymore. "You have become my forbidden need, Sera. A need I need to even breathe , " Seraphina slowly unlatched her lashes only to find his beautifully terrifying grey eyes on her. "You've made Arzal Grayson an obsessor, Sera. He is fucking obsessed with you, "

Even her voice did not sound as excited as she has always known it to be. “Karen, are you keeping something from me?” Serena asked. “Ever since you spoke to that person yesterday, you haven't looked happy.” Karen gave a wry smile. “I'm doing just fine, Serena. It's nothing to worry about.” Serena rose from the seat, giving off the vibes of a hot chic in a short black bodycon dress. The spa had not only given her flawless skin but also made every part of her body smooth enough to give a second look.

"This individual is not part of the Rebirth contract. She has no security clearance. Please escort her out and sanitize the room for potential data leaks." "Kael!" Serena turned to him, tears brimming. "Are you going to let her do this? She’s humiliating me in front of your staff!" Kael didn't look at the coffee. He didn't look at Serena’s reaching hand. He stared at Phoenix, mesmerized by the way she didn't even grant Serena the dignity of a glance. He saw the power she wielded—not through a mate bond, but through sheer, unyielding competence. He thought of the missing photograph. The lightning-bolt scar. The lies he had been fed for a decade.

“You have an army. You have the mist. You have me. Well, you had me. However, you still chose to go after her. Why, if you didn't, you would have not lost all the power that you have.” “Call it curiosity or mistake that I made. Call it the anger that I felt towards myself at the fact that I lost her, that I believed you when it came to my daughter being dead.” I turned from him, hiding the subtle twitch in my fingers. “She’s stronger than I anticipated. And love, it makes people desperate. She's not like Sienna though she is also my daughter. She does not carry the same fire. Sienna is weak. She was raised to submit and raised to stand back. Her body is strong, however she's not as fierce. D

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” And then they were alone. Serena finally turned to Lana, who was watching the whole thing like a ghost just walked past her. “Was that…?” She looked at Dominic. “Yeah,” Damien said softly. “That was Seraphina Devacraux." “She's kind of scary.” “Well she treats me like maybe-child, maybe-protege, definitely-kingmaker pet director. So you don't have any reasons to be scared. She wasn't even mean right now."

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

The fire in the hearth crackled, throwing long, skeletal shadows across the War Room maps. Serena stood by the window, her reflection ghost-like against the glass. The betrayal had shifted something deep in her marrow; the "perfect Luna" was dead, and something colder, sharpened by eight years of tactical training, was taking her place. "How are we going to breach his defenses, Freya?" Serena asked, her voice devoid of the tremor that had defined her morning. "The man is a ghost within the underworld."

Almost like- "Sera?" The Queen Mother called as she stood up, gazing at the female Elf beside Alaric in disbelief. Her lips trembled, tears welling in her eyes. "It can't be…Sera, is that really you?" The female Elf, draped in plain flowing black robes, let her long, bone-straight silver hair cascade over her shoulders. Though she appeared to be in her early fifties, her vibrant grey eyes sparkled with life and wisdom. She gazed upon the Queen Mother, her features softening as she opened her arms, wearing a gentle smile. "It's been a while, little sis."