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CHAPTER ONE

The Betrayal Of The Moon

Seraphina’s POV

Seraphina’s POV

The stone room reeked of damp moss and rot.

I was screaming, but no sound came out.

Tonight was the Moon Goddess Festival. Outside these thick walls, the air should have vibrated with the joy of every new adult in the Sterling Pack finally awakening their true bloodline.

I was an Alpha’s daughter, born of the Wilder Pack. I should have been standing beneath the moon, welcoming my power.

Instead, I was curled on this floor, my thin robe soaked in sweat, fighting for a breath that wouldn't come.

Fragile bloodline, the elders had called it.

My mother’s injury during pregnancy had doomed me. She died bringing me into this world, and ever since, every full moon tried to tear me apart from the inside.

Tonight was worse.

My bloodline was collapsing.

Without the Moon Soul Herb, it would finish the job.

Gritting my teeth through the agony, I forced my mind outwar, reaching for the one person who could save me.

Aiden Sterling.

My fiancé. The Alpha of the Sterling Pack.

The moment our link connected, his annoyed voice hit me.

“Seraphina. What is it now?”

“Aiden, please. My bloodline is collapsing. I’m not pretending! I need the herb.”

A beat of silence. Then a cold response.

“Sera, Amber’s ceremony is tonight. She’s unwell and needs me. Don’t make this harder.”

Amber Lynch.

His moonlight.

Amber came only months ago, all soft eyes and trembling words, fragile in the exact way that makes men feel heroic.

And just like that, she replaced five years of my life.

Five years of being Aiden’s first love.

Five years of stolen moments and whispered promises.

Five years of standing beside him when no one else would.

I still remembered the night he was injured in a rogue skirmish, how he collapsed into my arms, blood soaking my clothes as he begged me not to tell the elders.

His recklessness cost the pack three Gammas.

I cleaned the blood from his hands.

I took the blame. Bore the punishment meant for him.

I treated him while he clung to me as if I were the only thing keeping him alive.

But my hands, the ones that once saved him, meant nothing now.

The hands that saved his life meant nothing now.

It was as if those five years had never existed.

The pain in my chest was almost worse than the pain in my veins.

“Aiden, I’m not lying. I’m in pain. Help me.”

“It’s just an awakening,” he snapped. “Stop trying to get my attention.”

“Aiden Sterling!” I forced my voice steady. “If you don’t bring the herb, I’ll end the engagement.”

He laughed.

“You? End it? You’re just an unwanted Alpha’s daughter used to tie two packs together. Don’t pretend you matter.”

I sucked in a shaking breath. “Please… I’m really dying.”

He didn’t care.

“You know, Amber is so sweet,” he said lightly.

“She offered you the Moon Soul Herb I found for her. She said it’s fine.”

I could picture her clinging to him, performing innocence.

“But I made her a promise,” he continued. “And you, a weak, unstable wolf, aren’t worthy of a sacred herb. I’ll give it to Amber myself.”

Then he cut the link.

My mind went silent. The pain still tore through me, but the numbness was worse. Tears slid down my face as I sank against the cold wall.

Five years, wasted.

And the worst part? I’m furious at myself for only now seeing the truth about the man I loved.

Bang!

The door exploded inward.

I jerked upright as two rogues stepped inside, muscled and grinning like they’d found treasure.

“Well, look at this,” one said, sniffing the air. “A Sterling girl all alone.”

The other let his gaze drag over me. “The Moon Goddess must really favor us.”

Fear tightened around my throat.

“What… what do you want?”

He pulled out a small glass vial filled with a dark, metallic-smelling liquid.

“What do you think?” he sneered. “We’re going to help you enjoy yourself.”

Before I could move, he grabbed my chin and forced the liquid down my throat.

“No!”

Frenzy potion.

Heat crashed through me instantly, searing, feral, uncontrollable.

The world twisted. My vision blurred, then bled into red.

The last thing I saw was their hungry smiles.

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CHAPTER TWO

The Mark Of The Lycan King

Seraphina’s POV

The frenzy potion coursed through my body, and I groaned in pain.

I had lost my mind, feeling as if every drop of blood in my veins was on fire.

So hot.

So painful.

I ran barefoot through the cold, rugged forest, sharp stones and broken branches cutting my feet, but I felt no pain.

The only thing I could feel was the evil, lustful breath of the two rogues behind me, getting closer and closer.

“Damn it!”

“Chase her! Don’t let her escape!”

Their voices were filled with wicked desire, making me sick.

I couldn’t let them catch me, not even in death!

I didn’t know where I was, only that it wasn’t part of the Sterling Pack.

There was a strong, unfamiliar scent in the air, carrying a terrifying pressure.

This made me even more scared.

Just as I was about to collapse from exhaustion, the foul smell behind me nearly brushing my back,

“Awoo,”

A powerful wolf’s howl suddenly tore through the night sky.

The sound carried the aura of a king, absolute dominance radiating from it, making the entire forest tremble.

The two rogues chasing me stiffened, stopping in their tracks.

For the first time, fear appeared in their eyes.

Then, a white lightning bolt shot out from the depths of the dense forest!

It was a wolf.

A wolf I had never seen before, so huge that it took my breath away.

Its size was nearly twice that of an ordinary werewolf, its snowy white fur shimmering with silver light in the cold moonlight, pure and majestic.

Its golden vertical pupils were cold and ruthless, exuding the arrogance of a king. One glance was enough to make the two rogues tremble in fear.

“It’s… it’s… the Lycan King…”

Before one of the rogues could finish his sentence, the white wolf moved.

Its speed was so fast that it left only a blur.

I heard two piercing screams, followed by the horrifying sound of flesh being torn apart and bones crushed.

Blood sprayed like a fountain, staining its white fur and the surrounding grass red.

The two rogues, who had been so arrogant just moments ago, were powerless against it, torn to pieces in an instant.

The thick smell of blood filled the air, churning in my stomach.

The white wolf slowly turned, its golden eyes falling on me.

It came toward me, step by step, with a steady pace.

Surprisingly, I didn’t feel scared.

From it emanated an incredibly pure and powerful scent.

That scent instantly struck my chaotic soul.

The raging potion inside me seemed to find an outlet, becoming even more frantic.

I wanted him.

I needed him.

Under my gaze, the huge white wolf’s body began to change.

Bones cracked, muscles reshaped visibly, and the snow-white fur gradually faded, revealing human skin.

In seconds, the majestic wolf became a naked man.

It was him.

Damien Volkov.

The Alpha of the Volkov Pack, above all werewolf tribes, the man known as the “Lycan King.”

Moonlight outlined his perfect, powerful body, well-defined muscles and blocky abs extending gracefully into a narrow waist…

Full of primitive, explosive beauty.

He walked toward me, each step echoing in my chest like a heartbeat.I could see a strange light flickering in his gray-gold eyes.

His stoic gaze held a hint of surprise.

I squinted, sweat dripping down my forehead, my rosy lips bitten tightly, almost bleeding.

The heat inside me had reached its peak.

He crouched in front of me, his deep eyes terrifyingly profound.

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I reached out, grabbing his strong arm tightly.

“Save… me.”

My consciousness blurred, leaving only the most primal instinct.

Damien's eyes darkened with lust as his gaze raked over every inch of my body.

I could feel it as sure as a touch and it sent shivers cascading down my spine.

My body was already softening for him; my nipples chafed against the fabric of my bra, my core already slick with the evidence of my arousal.

I was certain he could smell just how much I wanted him.

“Damien…”

“I ache…”

“I can’t take it anymore…”

“Can you help me, please?”

My cheeks burned a bright red from how desperate I sounded.

Mercifully, his hands resumed their descent down my back until they wrapped around my waist.

"Seraphina Wilder..."

Heavens, my name on his tongue sounded too good.

"Are you sure you won't regret this?"

I shook my head, murmuring repeatedly, “I won’t regret… I want you in me. Please–”

He cut me off with a kiss so fierce, so scorching that I almost evaporated on the spot.

All thoughts of Aiden and his vile witch flew out my head, replaced by raging want.

I grabbed at the soft hair coating the back of his neck and let him plunder my mouth.

Damien was like a warlord on a raid: taking without mercy.

His tongue intertwined with mine in a dirty, desperate dance that had my core slick with heat.

"How?" He breathed against my lips, chest rising and falling erratically, features twisted into a harsh scowl.

"How the fuck do you taste better than you look?"

"I... I don't know?" I floundered.

His hardness poked against my stomach, hot and heavy and present. If I didn't get him inside me soon, I was going to lose my mind.

"Those men tried to touch you, tried to take what's mine." He sounded murderous.

"And you're mine, aren't you, princess?" He murmured before taking my earlobe in his mouth and sucked gently.

My legs turned to jelly even as I managed a nod.

"I wanna hear you say it."

The tree bark pressed against my back almost painfully, somehow serving to highten the pleasure his demand created.

"I'm yours, Damien. Only yours."

"Good."

With a satisfied smile, he gently guided me down to the grass until he was on top of me, a knee wedged in between my spread legs.

"You're so beautiful, Seraphina. So beautiful."

He whispered and I glowed under the weight of his praise.

His lips traced an invisible line down to my breasts and his tongue peeked out to tease my cloth-covered nipple.

"Damien!" I keened, head tossed back, eyes closed in pleasure.

"Shh, baby."

Damien soothed me as he grabbed fistfuls of my dress and pulled. The flimsy material gave way, ripping from top to thigh and I gasped, shocked.

"Did you...just rip my dress?" I was having a hard time keeping up.

"I'll buy you a million dresses, Princess." He managed to get out before latching unto a pebbled nipple and sucking hard.

My back arched so violently that he had to hold me down with an arm to my stomach while continuing his onslaught.

Damien alternated between long, slow pulls and fast licks; all I could do was dig my fingers in his hair and hold on for the ride.

Blowing on the tight skin and watching it tighten further with a look of lust on his face, he then moved on to the other nipple and lavished it with the same attention until I was a needy, aching mess.

" I don't know if I can take this anymore!" I wailed, head thrashing from side to side.

It felt like there was a direct hotline to my aching flesh.

My core clenched, painfully empty, begging to be filled by the erection rubbing against my panties.

He ripped the rest of my dress off and attacked my panties, pulling them to the side.

"Ah, there she is. You've got such a pretty pussy, Princess."

He blew on my swollen nub before taking me by surprise and delivering a sharp slap to it.

My cry quickly transitioned into a whimper as the pain morphed into unimaginable pleasure.

He slapped it again and again, all the while watching my reaction with glittering eyes. The dichotomy of sensations flooding my body almost had me losing my mind.

"Such a greedy cunt. I can't wait to come all over it." His proclamation was followed by a long lick from my clit down to my core.Damien devoured me like I was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted and judging from the sounds he made, maybe I was.

"You're gonna take everything I've got to give. You know why?" He waited until I gave a small shake of my head.

"Because you're my good girl. And good girls get rewarded."

"Damien, I'm so close!" My hips jerked and he flashed me a wolfish smile before proceeding to go to town on me.

Tears streaked down my face even as I leaned into his touch. My legs were quaking as I relentlessly chased my release but Damien was having none of that.

With one last lick, he got up off of me. My core mourned the loss of his mouth. However, before I could complain, he'd already pulled out his hard cock, positioned himself right at my entrance and slammed hard into me.

We both groaned into the night at the contact. He was so big, so hard.

I worked hard to accommodate his length and girth until the initial discomfort disappeared and all that was left was mind- numbing pleasure."I've never felt anything so tight and wet like this pretty pussy of yours. You fit me like a fucking glove."

"Yeah, that it's it. Milk my cock with your tight, pretty pussy, baby."

Sweat dripped down his furrowed brow and onto my nose as he thrust shallowly. I clenched around him in response, leading him to swear loud and long.

Damien set a brutal rhythm and pounded into me with fast, deep strokes that had me seeing stars.

"Damien!" I screamed as my body convulsed, waves and waves of pleasure washing over me.

It was almost too much to bear.

My legs trembled, my back arched almost painfully and all I could do was feel.

"Fuck! Fuck, Seraphina! You're gonna be the death of me!"

Damien grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic and less controlled.

After three more thrusts, he was right there with me, stilling with a low moan as he spilled his hot seed into me.

Collapsing on top of me, he kissed my brow before rolling over and taking me with him.

"Sleep, Princess." He murmured like we hadn't just fucked in through dirt like animals.

Strangely enough, My eyes began to grow heavy.