Seren

"Where is Agatha?!"

No preamble, no introduction-Alpha Caius simply stood before me and spoke.

He wore formal attire befitting a groom, his alpha pheromones crashing over me like a tidal wave, carrying anger and the murderous intent of betrayal, threatening to drown me completely.

His fury was so justified, so pure.

Around us, guests who had come for the wedding and coronation ceremony hadn't fully dispersed yet. They clustered in corners like hyenas catching the scent of blood, whispering among themselves.

Tonight was supposed to be a night of joy.

Luna Agatha and Alpha Caius were to seal their destined bond under the full moon. The moment that sacred mark was placed, Caius would officially complete his succession, inheriting his father's position as the new Alpha of the Blackstone Pack.

And I, as Agatha's maid of honor, stood beside where she should have been standing, in this carefully arranged sacred space, waiting for this evening that should have been written into our pack's history to officially begin.

Then, beyond anyone's expectations, the bride vanished.

Like a gust of wind, like a wisp of smoke, she left this entire carefully constructed stage, along with everyone's expectations and dignity, for all present to face in bewildered confusion.

And I, having followed and served her throughout the day, naturally became the target of everyone's scrutiny, the only lead in their search for answers.

"I don't know," I said, my voice sounding smaller than I'd expected, so insignificant in this vast hall.

Caius's eyes gleamed dangerously in the dim light, the golden insignia pressed against his broad chest like a crown, once symbolizing happiness and power, now nothing but the cruelest irony.

"You don't know," he repeated my words in a low growl, each syllable like ice shards squeezed through clenched teeth. "Agatha has been with you almost every day for a month. You've witnessed her every expression, heard her every word, and you're telling me you don't know?! Are you too stupid to even lie properly?!"

He stepped forward, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body.

"I really don't know." I shook my head, desperately wanting to retreat, but found my legs heavy as lead.

"SEREN! Tell the Alpha everything!"

My father Garrick's voice lashed out from the side like a whip against my nerves, carrying that familiar tone of reproach I'd known since childhood-whatever happened, it was always my fault.

But this time, even if I wanted to take responsibility, I didn't know where to begin.

My silence made the whispers in the hall grow clearer, partly because they weren't bothering to lower their voices, as if I didn't deserve the dignity of respect.

"Of course she's lying." A woman's voice.

"What's surprising about that? Her mother was a mistress-she's probably used to this sort of thing." Another voice chimed in, dripping with malice.

"Exactly. I don't think Agatha ran away on her own." This voice was more deliberate, loud enough for everyone to hear clearly. "Who knows if she's already... met with some accident. And to think Agatha treated her like family! Classic-bite the hand that feeds you."

The earlier comments I could ignore-I was used to them, after all.

But... good to me? Had Agatha, my half-sister, really been good to me?

Agatha hated me. This was an open secret throughout the pack.

She hated my existence, hated that we shared the same blood, hated that every day I reminded everyone of our father's betrayal.

She never concealed this disgust, never needed to find reasons for it. My simply being here, breathing the same air as her, was reason enough for her hatred.

But a month ago, she had stood at my door, her eyes carrying something almost like pleading, saying: "Seren, I want you to be my maid of honor. We're sisters, aren't we?"

Then came an entire month where she was suddenly incredibly kind to me. She took me to the finest tailors to try on dresses, brought me to the moonlight gardens to see the flowers that would be used in the wedding, sometimes sitting in my quarters until late, talking about the future, about dreams.

Sometimes she would even take my hand of her own accord, speaking to me in that tone of sisterly affection I'd longed for eighteen years.

I wasn't without confusion, but I thought... I thought maybe she'd simply grown up, maybe she was just nervous about the approaching wedding and needed companionship, maybe she had finally acknowledged that we were blood-related sisters-

Until this moment, standing in this brilliantly lit yet ice-cold hall, pinned in place by everyone's suspicious gazes like nails, I finally understood.

I was nothing more than a carefully chosen scapegoat.

She had planned her escape for tonight all along. She knew someone would come asking questions, and she knew no one would believe my testimony.

So she spent a month weaving this web, using intimate embraces and shared secrets to make me the most conspicuous, most compromised person by her side.

And I had actually believed, foolishly, that it was the beginning of happiness...

"Enough! I want to hear from her!"

Caius's voice exploded again like thunder, instantly silencing all the whispers in the hall.

He walked toward me, each step carrying deadly menace. I instinctively retreated half a step, but my back hit the column behind me, the cold marble pressed against my spine with nowhere left to retreat.

"Last chance. Tell me where she is," he said.

I looked up at him, trying to keep my voice from trembling, but the words still spilled brokenly from my lips: "Caius, I really don't know, I swear I-"

His hand moved.

I barely had time to blink before his long, powerful fingers were around my throat.

Not immediately applying pressure, just hovering there dangerously, demonstrating the possibility he could choose to tighten his grip at any moment. I could feel the warmth of his palm, could hear my own heart pounding violently.

"Speak, or die!"

Terror flooded over me like a tide, my heart skipping a beat.

In that instant, I realized how close I was to death.

"Caius."

Another voice intervened, calm and low.

I recognized it-Alpha Aldric, Caius's father, the current Alpha.

He walked over, stopping beside Caius, not looking at me, speaking so quietly only Caius and I could hear.

"Many people are watching. Mind your behavior."

Of course, he wasn't here to save his subject, just didn't want his heir to become a public murderer.

Caius's hand trembled as he slowly withdrew it. He turned around slowly, his back to me, his voice returning to that bone-chilling calm:

"Take her to the the water cells. I'll interrogate her personally later."

"Yes!"

The surrounding warriors immediately sprang into action, their boots striking the marble floor with sounds particularly harsh in the silence.

Two large warriors approached me, roughly grabbing my arms, their fingers clamping down like iron vises, nearly crushing my bones.

But I couldn't go to the water dungeon! Once there, I'd never see daylight again! Absolutely not!

"No-" I struggled desperately, trying to wrench my arms from their grip, my nails breaking in the struggle.

"You have no evidence! You can't arrest me! You can't ignore the law!"

But no matter how loudly I screamed, no one was listening.

Everyone was enjoying the spectacle, watching my clownish struggles with mockery and satisfaction in their eyes.

Just then, something strange exploded in my mind.

Not an external sound, but something from the depths of my own soul, from that primal corner never before touched, clear and deafening, louder than all the voices in the hall combined-

"MINE."

I froze in place, struck as if by lightning.

That voice wasn't mine. Or rather, it was both mine and not mine-it came from something that had been sleeping deep in my bones, something I'd never known existed, suddenly opening its eyes like an ancient beast awakening.

My wolf.

I had always thought I had no wolf-for eighteen years everyone had told me so. Impure bloodline, unable to shift, worthless, ominous, abandoned by the Moon Goddess.

I had accepted this cruel reality, accepted my fate of never being able to transform.

But that voice was crashing wildly in my head, each impact like something that had slept for eighteen years being forcibly dragged from the darkness.

MINE.

What was that voice claiming?

I forced myself to look up, following that strange instinct, letting my gaze fall on Caius's retreating figure.

No.

Impossible.

The one I'd waited so long for-how could it be him?

Seren's POV

"MINE."

That voice exploded in my head, making my vision go black.

I don't know when my body started changing.

I only remember the warriors gripping my arms suddenly letting go, stepping back two paces. Someone in the hall screamed, chair legs scraped against marble floor with ear-piercing sounds-then I looked down and saw my hands disappearing.

Not disappearing. Transforming.

The shattering and reconstruction of bones happened simultaneously, the pain unlike any pain, more like something breaking through earth, pushing aside my original form entirely to make way for another, more ancient, more real existence.

I had no time to cry out, no time to think, no time for fear-the next second, I was no longer in human form.

Four paws pressed against the cold marble floor.

The entire hall fell into dead silence.

I raised my head, surveying my surroundings with these new eyes-wider vision, deeper colors, light and scents flooding in together, clear to the point of being almost painful.

I saw people's shock, saw the crowd instinctively retreat to both sides, clearing a wide space-with Caius standing in the center.

I couldn't deny it. It really was him, the mate the Goddess had given me.

That scent, that pull of the bond, was the strongest thing I'd ever felt in my life.

I didn't know what I was doing, only walking, only approaching, only instinctively wanting to close the distance between us.

"Stay back!"

Caius's voice carried Alpha authority, deep and commanding, falling on my wolf like a heavy blow.

I paused momentarily, but didn't stop. My wolf wasn't under my control at all, continuing toward that scent.

"I said stay back!"

He roared, his voice now truly Alpha fury, exploding in the enclosed hall, making the crystals on the chandelier tremble slightly.

Only then did I stop, my wolf instinctively wanting to submit, but something pulled in the opposite direction-the bond, that thread more ancient than any authority, preventing me from truly bowing my head.

Clang!

Several crisp collision sounds. I didn't even have time to look before chains appeared from nowhere, already burning hot as they locked around my limbs.

One hooked my left front leg, another wrapped around my right hind leg, and the longest one, barbed, pressed heavily against the back of my neck, pinning me in place.

I struggled.

The silver chains tightened, barbs piercing through fur and skin, warm blood flowing down my neck and back. I stopped struggling, panting heavily, limbs braced against the ground, unable to move forward even half a step.

The scent of blood filled the hall.

"Run!" someone shouted, and people began covering their mouths in terror, moving toward the doors.

But Caius commanded, "Close the doors!"

The soldiers obeyed without hesitation, immediately shutting the doors. Heavy wooden panels slammed together, bars dropped, locking everyone in the hall. It became so quiet you could almost confirm no one was breathing.

"No one leaves." Caius turned to the crowd, his tone brooking no argument. "You will witness this."

Then he turned back to me. I was held by silver chains, kneeling on the marble floor, covered in blood, unable to move.

"I, Caius Blackstone," his voice rang clear, each word falling like stones, "reject you, Seren Ashwyn, as my mate!"

"Awoooo!"

The moment those words fell, my wolf let out a soundless howl.

It was a tearing sound, spreading from deep in my chest, shattering something to pieces.

I felt my wolf curl up in that moment, like something crushed in someone's fist then violently thrown away, losing direction, losing that thread that had always been pulling it-the silver chains had already embedded in flesh, and now the wolf's collapse layered on top, that double torment making my consciousness begin to peel away and shatter.

My limbs collapsed first, then my spine, then my entire form.

Changing back to human was more painful than shifting.

Bones shattered again, reversed, reconstructed, returning me to that Seren who had been nothing for eighteen years, impure of blood.

The silver chains loosened as my form shrank, but the wounds from the barbs didn't heal. I collapsed on the floor in tattered clothing, torn fabric revealing bruises and bloodstains, hair disheveled and covering half my face.

The hall was very quiet.

I knelt there, waited a few seconds for my breathing to return, for the dizziness to pass. Then I braced my hands against the floor and slowly stood up.

Once steady, I looked down at myself, then raised my head, brushing the hair from my face, and looked directly at Caius.

"Thank you," I said.

Someone in the hall gasped.

"Thank you for your rejection," I continued, my voice flat. "I, Seren Ashwyn, accept your rejection, Caius Blackstone. From this moment forward, we have no connection."

I was almost smiling as I said it. This wasn't defiance-this was genuine gratitude.

Something flickered in Caius's eyes.

It wasn't guilt, nor was it wavering-it was something offended, the feeling when arrogance is casually punctured and deflated.

I knew he could reject me-that was his right. He had expected this to make me collapse, to make me cry, to grovel at his feet and beg him to change his mind in front of everyone. But here I stood, using a simple "thank you" to push his carefully orchestrated public humiliation right back at him.

He couldn't accept this. It was as humiliating as the bride's escape.

But this was what he wanted, wasn't it?

"Lord Caius."

My father Garrick's voice came from beside us. I turned to see him step forward, bowing slightly, his expression respectful and submissive, as if he'd been preparing for a long time, waiting for this moment to speak.

"You should certainly reject her-she's nothing but a mongrel. But from today forward," he said, "as her father, I surrender this sinner to your disposal, without objection."

I turned to look at him in disbelief, but then thought-what was there to disbelieve? This had been my life for eighteen years, hadn't it?

Caius glanced at my father, then looked at me, his lips slowly curving upward.

That smile sent chills down my spine.

He approached and gripped my wrist, the motion seemingly casual but with precise force that made struggling impossible.

He began dragging me toward the exit, his pace unhurried, as if taking a leisurely stroll, as if what he was dragging wasn't a person but some object he'd picked up and wasn't sure whether to keep.

"You'll never escape," he said softly in the corridor. "Never."

Seren's POV

They locked me in a servant's room.

Not the water dungeon, which surprised me for a moment-until I took in my surroundings and that surprise vanished. The room was tiny, walls seeping with dampness, a narrow bed, a worn cabinet, windows sealed shut with only a sliver of dim light seeping through the door crack. Better than a dungeon, but barely.

I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for a long time, calling out for a long time, but my wolf never appeared again.

Since that rejection, it had retreated into some deepest corner of my consciousness, quiet as if it had never existed at all.

Of course. Fate would never favor me. I should have known.

The second day, a servant girl came.

She said nothing, just entered with a tray, set food on the cabinet, then turned and left. I watched her retreating figure and tried to speak: "Hey, wait."

She didn't stop.

The third day, the same servant girl. As she set down the food, I stepped closer: "What's your name?"

She kept her head down, didn't look up, didn't answer.

The fourth day, I began studying her carefully.

Around twenty, plain features, graceful movements. Each time she entered, she made herself as small as possible, as if afraid of taking up too much air. I couldn't tell if she truly couldn't speak or had been ordered not to. But her hands were steady, her eyes focused-definitely not someone easily frightened.

The fifth day, I made a decision.

"I know you understand," I said as she finished placing the food and turned to leave, keeping my voice very low. "I won't implicate you. I just need you to open the door-just once, tonight. You can pretend nothing happened."

Her steps faltered.

"I'm of no value to you here," I continued. "Help me, and I'll owe you a favor. When I get out, when I-"

She turned around, looked at me once, then turned back, pushed open the door, and left.

The door wasn't locked.

I stared at that crack for about three seconds, then stood up, slowly walked over, and gently pushed the door open.

The corridor was empty.

I waited half a minute. No movement, no footsteps, no guards changing shifts-just this dim, empty hallway stretching to the corner.

I stepped outside.

Barefoot, no extra clothing, no money, nothing. The stone floor outside was bone-chilling in the early winter night, each step like plunging my feet into ice water, but I didn't dare stop.

I skirted the main house along the edges, crossed the back courtyard, climbed over the low wall-the iron spikes on the wall cut my palms. I clenched my fists and kept running.

Running.

I stumbled again and again, got up again and again, kept running.

The border was ahead. I remembered there was an open area there, marked on maps as a thin line. Cross that line, and it would no longer be Blackstone Pack territory.

Cross that line, and Caius couldn't reach me.

I practically stumbled out of the forest, feet hitting short grass, and saw the first boundary marker on the other side of the border line. That post gleamed white and clear in the moonlight, less than twenty meters away-

"Stop."

I skidded to a halt.

A man stood directly in front of me, blocking my path to the marker. I'd never seen him before-tall, no Blackstone Pack insignia, holding a gun pointed at me, expression as calm as if he stopped fleeing people here every night.

"You're surrounded by border guards. No crossing permitted," he said, his voice flat. "Otherwise you'll be treated as an invader."

"Please let me pass," I said hoarsely. "I'm begging you, I just need to-"

"Turn back."

"I have nowhere to turn back to," I stepped forward. "They'll-you don't understand, if you push me back, I'll never-"

As I spoke, my gaze swept behind him.

A few steps behind him stood another man, taller, in the shadows with his face unclear, only his silhouette visible-clearly the gunman's superior.

Without hesitation, I turned to that person, instinctively feeling he might be more likely to listen.

"Please help me," I said. "I'm begging you, just a few more steps and that's enough. I won't cause you trouble, I swear, just-"

The man in the shadows didn't speak.

He looked at me once, then turned aside and walked away.

The armed man also looked away, turned to follow, and both figures disappeared into the night, clean and decisive, as if they had never appeared, never heard me speak.

Then I heard sounds behind me.

Footsteps, numerous ones, people talking, torchlight filtering through the forest from the direction I'd come, rapidly approaching.

I didn't turn around, just stood in that open area, less than twenty meters from the boundary marker. I didn't know if people were surrounding me in the shadows, but I didn't dare gamble, didn't dare cross the border even one step.

Until the footsteps stopped behind me.

I turned around.

Caius stood at the forest's edge, followed by a squad of warriors, each holding torches that lit up this open area completely, leaving nowhere to hide.

Among them stood another person.

That servant girl stood beside Caius, no panic on her face, no guilt either-just a relaxed, fait accompli kind of calm.

She extended one hand, palm up, and spoke to Caius, her voice light and matter-of-fact:

"I told you she'd definitely try to escape, Caius. About that promised payment."

Caius took a small pouch from his coat and placed it in her palm. He said nothing, didn't look at her-his gaze had already moved past her to land on me.

The girl squeezed the pouch, nodded, and looked at me with cunning mockery: "You actually thought someone would help you. But thanks anyway-this game was interesting, more fun than hunting!"

I stood there watching this scene, something in my mind going completely still.

Of course.

Of course it was like this.

I should have known.

From beginning to end-that unlocked door, that unobstructed corridor, the unguarded courtyard outside-this wasn't negligence. This was a path, a path specially laid out for me.