Reclaimed By The Lycan King: Too Late For Regret: Read Chapters 1-5

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.

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.

I felt safe with Damien more than I'd ever had with Aiden.

And I didn't know what to make of that.

Damien’s POV

The thick smell of blood in the forest, mixed with her innocent sweetness, intoxicated me.

She was mine. Finally, I'd made her mine.

I held her in my arms and watched her sleep. She was so unbelievably soft; I would have no trouble crushing her beneath my grip, that was how fragile she felt.

But this fragile woman had taken everything I'd had to give her and more.

I didn't regret how roughly I has fucked her. I only hated that I hadn't found her sooner.

My mate.

Walking into the villa, I laid her gently on the master bed that I had never allowed anyone to step on.

With a damp cloth, I cleaned her body, taking my time to wipe away the filth. My fingertips grazed her snow-white skin and I felt it again; that electrifying shock that strummed through my body anytime we made contact.

My wolf soul roared, wanting to possess her completely, demanding I imprint my scent on every inch of her body.

But I held back, hesitant to disturb her sleep. Besides, she was probably sore from how hard I'dworked her last night and while I might be insatiable when it came to her, she'd probably appreciate if I exercised some self control.

I dried her hair, covered her with a silk quilt, and then walked out of the room.

In the living room, Leo Vance was reclining against the wall in a lazy pose that pissed me. I had half a mind to beat the bastard's ass but I resisted the urge.

Seeing me coming out of the bedroom, he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and glanced at the clock on the wall.

“Finally, the mighty Alpha decides to grace me with his presence." He drawled. "Why is your villa so remote? Hiding something?"

I couldn’t be bothered to engage his nonsense. Brushing past him, I headed straight to the liquor cabinet. Something told me I would need a stiff drink for this conversation.

Leo's nostrils flared and he flashed me a knowing smile. As if sensing my agitation, he further pokes at me.

"Ah, I see. It's different after mating with your mate, no? I take it you won't be needing this antidote I bought?" He teased.

I scoffed into my glass of whiskey. He was damn right I didn't need an antidote. My Seraphina was so responsive to my touch, I didn't need any help getting her wet.

“Who's the woman lucky enough to bag our Lycan King? She must be a real beauty."

I placed the empty glass on the table, spun it with my fingertips, and casually uttered the name I had silently repeated countless times in my heart.

“Seraphina Wilder.”

Leo froze. I knew what he was thinking.

Seraphina Wilder. Also known as Aiden Sterling’s fiancée. A woman who was the laughingstock of the entire wolf clan.

What a sick joke that she was the one I had fallen for.

He couldn't help himself.

“Damien, are you deliberately going after Aiden's woman just to play with him?"

I paused, my glass half raised to my mouth. Almost immediately, the room thickened with unbearable tension as I tried and quite frankly, failed to keep my fury under wraps.

Playing?

He actually used the word playing to describe the bond between my mate and I?

A wave of murderous intent so strong washed over me until all I could see was red.

My gaze must have portrayed how badly I wanted to wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze, because he took a hesitant step back, a nervous chuckle escaping him.

"You think Aiden Sterling’s worthy of her? Hmm?!"

That pathetic excuse of a man was an Alpha who couldn't shield his fiancé from humiliation, let alone protect her life. I had no respect for him whatsoever. None at all.

Leo swallowed whatever he had to say. His eyes pinged all around the room with nerves as he refused to look at me.

Coward.

I was done entertaining him and his bullshit.

Draining my glass, I set it down before intoning, "Get the fuck out before I cut your tongue out and feed it to the dogs."

He couldn't scurry away fast enough. I watched him get into his car and drive away like a demon was on his ass.

Only then did I stand and saunter back into the bedroom.

I'd tried hard enough to stay away. I wasn't strong enough, that much was obvious.

When it came to Seraphina, all sense, all control, went out the window.

I couldn’t fathom why but one thing I did know was this: she was very, very dangerous.

And I didn’t give a fuck.

…

I don’t know how long I watched her by the bed. Minutes, hours, eternity, time seemed to lose all meaning as the quilt lifted with the steady rise and fall of her chest.

Soon, her long lashes were fluttering slightly and she squinted sleepily against the light streaming in from the window.

She was awake. At last.

When she caught my gaze, fear slowly crept into her eyes even as she sat up forcefully, visibly shook.

"You're awake," I stated the obviously in a blasé tone. My eyes flitted over her face before dipping down to cast her very naked breasts an appreciative glance.

When she realized the point of my focus, she let out an embarrased moan, her back hitting the mattress as she tried to hide by wrapping herself like a large burrito in the quilt.

Cute.

Did she think that thin blanket could impede my sight?

I could clearly feel every inch of her skin, could smell the way my scent lingered on her. There was no greater turn-on.

“I spent last night worshipping every single inch of your body. It's a little too late to be shy, hmm?,”

My voice was not loud, but it was firm enough to coax her out her 'coccon.'

She cautiously peeked out from underneath the blanket, her beautiful eyes glowing with remorse.

“Lycan King…" She stuttered. "I… I didn’t mean to. I was drugged, that’s why I… offended you… I'll do anything you want to compensate you."

I'd thought what we'd shared last night was special and here she was, apologizing.

Aplogizing for what, exactly?

An indescribable anger suddenly took ahold of me and I scowled at her.

“How do you want to compensate me?” She wanted to play it like this? Well I wasn't gonna take it easy on her.

“I… I can treat you to a meal?” She floundered for an answer, tone hopeful.

“Do I look like I lack a meal?" I know I sounded like an arrogant asshole through and through but I couldn't stop myself.

She seemed stumped by my question, a hint of confusion flashing in her clear eyes.

"Um... no?"

Bending slightly, I grasped her delicate chin and forced her to look at me.

“Seraphina, last night I satisfied your instincts. As compensation, now it’s your turn to satisfy me.”

I wanted her to know there was no going back now. She'd been mine the moment she had wound up in my territory. If she thought this was a mistake, she had another thing coming.

Leaning in, I kissed her as hungrilyas I could.

Her lips were the sweetest temptation; soft, yieding, wet. I could feel my control slipping.

Her body trembled beneath mine, her heart beating faster as excited whimpers fell past those lovely lips.

Good.

At least her body was much more honest than her mouth.

I kissed down to that sensitive spot behind her ear before taking her earlobe in my mouth and lavishing it with attention.

I loved hearing her delicate, slightly shy moans beneath me. It gave me a immense pleasure to completely destroy and possess her.

Before I could throw her and fuck her into the mattress, A strange emotion burrowed its way into my chest.

Although our psychic connection was weak, I could clearly sense that she was thinking of someone else!

Aiden Sterling.

“Fuck!”

An uncontrollable, beast-like growl burst from deep within my throat, filled with insurmountable rage and something else. Something far worse.

Pain.

My wolf was in a frenzy. It felt like my heart was being ripped open by the sharpest blade made of silver. I had never felt pain like this. Neither have I ever wished death on a person like I did Aiden Sterling in that moment.

How dare she think of another man while I marked her, while I kissed her! The same man who didn't give a rat's ass about her?!

My hands tightened uncontrollably, almost crushing her delicate waist.

Abruptly, my body stiffened as I pulled away.

I propped myself above her, staring deeply into her hazy and slightly confused eyes.

“Lost in thought?” My voice was cold, devoid of all emotion.

She seemed startled, her gaze widening with panic, like a child who had been cut with her hand in the cookie jar.

“I… I didn’t mean to.” Her weak explanation did nothing to placate me.

“It seems my charm is not enough to captivate my mate.” I mused, doing a good job of masking the jealousy burning its way down my spine.

She actually thought of another man while being intimate with me!

Unforgivable.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know... What I mean to say is it'll not happen again. He's in the past and that's where he'll stay." Her nervous apology had the coldness thawing.

I couldn't even stay mad at her. If that wasn't a huge problem, I didn't know what was.

“I forgive you.” I smirked, a hint of mischief in my smile.

Seraphina audibly heaved a sigh of relief, her eyes briefly closing.

Naive.

I rolled over, taking her with me. Her soft body landed against my much harder one, her mouth hanging open in shock

Her gazze had a surge of power coursing through me. I wanted her to look at me and only me.

My warm lips brushed against her ear, my voice carrying a dangerous, seductive whisper.

"You wanna compensate me so bad, Darling?"

She shivered even as she shook her head yes.

"I want you to take the lead this time, Princess." I commanded.

“I want you to give me your body, your soul. I want you to welcome me into your warm, wet heat. But most of all, I want you to completely erase Aiden Sterling!"

Seraphina’s POV

I want you to completely erase Aiden Sterling.

Damien's words rang in my ear as I laid there, unsure of how to proceed.

He wanted me to lead?

I had little experience with sex; how was I, the shy nobody, supposed to lead the confident Lyacan king who was well versed in bed activities?

"Cat got your tongue?" He murmured, eyes blazing with a heat that caused a stirring deep within my belly and a hint of possessive madness that should have terrified me but only made nervously excited.

I didn't dare move, still across his body. His heartbeat echoed in my own ears, his scent filling my nostrils in a powerful mixture of pine and something that was so him.

He didn't rush me but instead, chose to let me examine the feelings assaulting me. He was steady, strong.

Everything I didn't know I needed. Everything I craved.

This man was like poison. The urge to flee from him and the feelings he evoked in me almost pulled me under.

There was no universe where letting myself fall under his spell would end well for me.

But that would mean going back to Aiden.

Out of nowhere, my ex-fiancé's cold face flashed before my eyes and memories of his betrayal assaulted me.

I remembered how he had ruthlessly betrayed me at the Moon Festival.

How he had callously given the life-saving Moon herb to Amber instead.

How he had gone out of his way to constantly humiliate and belittle me with the sharp sting of his words.

"You're just a marriage tool that can be replaced at any time…"

"You, a disabled wolf, are not worthy of such a pure sacred object…"

Hatred coiled itself like a snake around my heart, holding on for dear life.

Aiden Sterling had been nothing but an asshole to me. Who said he could waste five years of my life like that? Why could they decide my life and death from their high horses, while I could only cower in a corner, silently enduring?

I refuse to play the silent, submissive fiancée. Not anymore.

He'd chosen Amber over me time and again. Pretending that there was still hope for us was a fool's dream.

I glanced down at the man I had beneath me. Damien Volkov, king of all werewolf tribes. The Sterling Pack was nothing to him.

Damien was powerful, mysterious and genuinely seemed like he was attracted to me.

He was perfect.

Perfect for the ultimate revenge against Aiden.

Pushing my fears back into the far recesses of my mind, I met Damien's gaze head-on, gingerly placing my hands on his chest.

"You want to know if I still have feelings for him?" I asked softly.

Jaw clenched, he nodded shortly.

"I don’t think I've felt anything for him for a while now." That technically wasn't true; my hatred for him had been festering.

"My soul, my body, belongs to you. I belong to you now." I whispered as I leaned in slowly, giving him a chance to turn away or push me off.

He did none of those things. Instead, he grabbed onto my hips and welcomed my kiss.

My tongue latched unto his shyly, growing bolder as each charged minute ticked by.

Everytime we kissed, it felt like the world was burning down. I couldn't get enough of the taste of whiskey mixed with the raw taste of him.

Mirroring his actions from earlier, I played with his earlobe, nipping the smooth skin and immediately soothing it with my tongue.

"Ah, such a good girl." He moaned. "You learn fast, pretty thing, don't you?"

I writhed mindlessly against his growing erection as I sucked at his straining Adam's apple. It bobbed against my lips when he swallowed softly, muttering a low curse.

"I want to please you." Was my answer, uttered on a long moan. I didn't anticipate how wild that would drive him.

With another sharp curse, he pulled me off him and quickly but gently arranged me on all fours.

"Show me what's mine, baby. Spread those pretty legs for me." He growled, pressing his clothed front against my naked back.

Gasping, I was helpless to do anything but follow his directives. He wasted no time delving two fingers into my cunt, stretching me, getting me ready to take him.

"Tell me you missed my fingers in you." He snarled against my ear.

"I missed your fingers," I chanted, clutching at the sheets and battling the onslaught of sensations.

Pumping his fingers in and out, he finger-fucked me with such skill, my eyes rolled to the back of my head in ecstasy.

He was a pro at this and I couldn't fight the jealousy that arose when I thought of just who he had been practicing on.

"I can't wait any longer." He panted, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean with an appreciative hum that turned my cheeks a bright red.

"Need inside of you right now." In the blink of an eyes, his pants were off and his thick head poised at my sopping wet sex.

Unlike last time, he eased slowly into me, taking his sweet time until I was thrashing around and begging him to fuck me already.

"Please, Dominic." I whimpered. "Don't make me beg."

"All in good time, baby." Finally, he pushed the last inch in and once again, I marvelled at just how perfectly we fit.

His wrapped a hand around my hair and yanked gently. My clit jumped at the barely there twinge of pain and I pushed back against him.

"What a greedy whore." He taunted while his hand landed on my left ass cheek. "Hold on, Princess. You're about to get the fuck of your life."

There was no slow, only fast and rough. The lewd sound of skin smacking mixed with grunts and wails created the perfect soundtrack to the primal dance our bodies partook in.

Damien pounded into me, slapping my ass and pulling my hair and treating me like a slut.

I loved it.

"Mine, Seraphina." His lips were pulled back in a grimace, his muscles straining and standing out in stark relief.

"You're mine. I'm going to fuck every thought of him out your head."

"Does he give to you as good as I do?" He continued, hips never slowly. "He pound you as well I do?"

"He doesn't!" I cried, my hips bucking against him as I fucked him right back like a champ.

"Prove it. Come for me." He rained down slaps on my ass as he kept on thrusting and thrusting and thrusting.

My vision blurred and my entire body trembled as my release slammed into me like a freight train.

"That's right. Fuck, you look so beautiful when you come."

My voice went hoarse from screaming his name but I still couldn't stop.

Couldn't think of anybody else except Damien Volkov ramming into me one last time and spilling into me.

Aiden didn't deserve me.

But maybe, just maybe, Damien did.

And maybe, just maybe, I was ready to risk it all for him.

"Mine."

Yours.

…

I don't know how long had passed.

When everything settled down, I lay exhausted next to him, not even able to move a finger.

I could feel clearly that there seemed to be a deeper connection between us.

It was a soulful imprint, more profound and indelible than the first mark.

I could smell that my scent seemed to have taken on his sharp pine fragrance.

It was as if I had truly become his possession.

After a while, I heard the man's deep and satisfied voice above me.

"Now, you can tell me what you want from me."

I didn't answer immediately.

I turned around and looked at the man who was so close.

The moonlight outlined his perfect profile, his deep eyes shining remarkably in the darkness.

I reached out and gently touched his face, saying clearly and firmly, word by word:

"I want the Sterling Pack. I want Aiden and Amber to pay for everything they did today!"

The man, upon hearing my words, didn't seem surprised.

He grabbed the hand that was caressing his cheek, brought it to his lips, and lightly kissed it. There was a glint of pleasure and danger in his eyes, and a cruel curve on his thin lips.

"Alright."

"From today on, your enemies are my prey."

Aiden’s POV

I irritably tugged at my collar.

There seemed to be a lingering sweet scent of witchcraft on Amber, but for some reason, it no longer pleased me.

Ever since I severed the mental link with Seraphina at the Moon Goddess Festival a few days ago, I couldn't feel her presence anymore.

Where did she go?

The thought crossed my mind, but I immediately pushed it aside.

She was just a tool for a political marriage.

Throwing a tantrum, playing hide and seek, just to get my attention?

If I ignored her for a few days, she would naturally come back to me like before.

After all, everyone in the Sterling Pack knew how much she loved me, enough to give up her life.

She couldn't leave me.

Besides, with her declining Wilder bloodline, if she dared to really leave me, the elders of the Sterling Pack wouldn't spare her.

Thinking of this, my irritated heart calmed down slightly.

At that moment, my beta, Cass, knocked on the door and walked in, looking serious.

"Alpha, the elders are summoning you."

…

The atmosphere in the Sterling Pack’s council chamber was so oppressive that it was suffocating.

Dozens of tribal elders sat on ancient stone chairs, their eyes filled with scrutiny and displeasure.

The head elder, also my uncle, tapped the ground heavily with his totem staff, a symbol of absolute power.

"Aiden!"

His voice was old and majestic, carrying an unquestionable sense of authority.

"Where is Seraphina Wilder?"

I furrowed my brow. "She’s just throwing a tantrum; she’ll be back in a few days…"

"Throwing a tantrum?"

The head elder sneered, interrupting me. "Aiden, do you even realize what you’ve done? Because you refused to conduct the awakening ceremony for her, the totem fire at the Moon Goddess altar hasn’t been lit for two whole days!"

"What?" I was shocked.

"For the sake of a lowly bloodline witch, you openly violated the ancient marriage contract with the Wilder family! You are challenging the authority of the Moon Goddess!"

Another elder stood up, disappointment evident in his voice. "Aiden, you have greatly disappointed us! Despite Seraphina’s weak bloodline, she carries the lost ancient bloodline within her!"

"She is the key to truly gaining the Moon Goddess’s protection for our Sterling Pack."

"Now that you’ve lost her, if she is marked by the Alpha of another tribe, do you know what that means?!"

I felt a surge of anger.

"She dares!"

A marriage tool, even if she had a hundred guts, would she dare to betray me?

Just because I didn’t give her the Moon Soul Herb, she dared to yell at me in the mental link, even threatening to break off the engagement.

It seems I have been too indulgent with her over the years!

The Grand Elder looked at me and shook his head.

"Aiden, you are too arrogant. I warn you: immediately bring Seraphina back! Otherwise, once the curse of the Moon Goddess descends, the entire Pack will pay the price for your foolish behavior!"

…

I left the council chamber, full of anger, and went to the tribe’s private club.

Several core members of the tribe had been waiting there, surrounded by a few hot female werewolves.

Seeing me, Jack immediately greeted me with a smile; he always liked to flatter me.

"Aiden, what’s wrong? Being nagged by those old folks again?"

"It’s all because of that ungrateful woman, Seraphina!" I sat down impatiently, picked up a glass of strong liquor, and drank it all in one go.

Jack chuckled. "I told you, it’s just a woman, nothing to fuss about. Aiden, you’ve been too good to her; that’s why she dares to be so bold. Women, ignore them for a few days, and they’ll come back on their own. Besides, with your status, what kind of she-wolf can’t you have?"

Hearing this, my furrowed brow relaxed slightly.

Exactly.

I, Aiden Sterling, Alpha of the Sterling Pack, what kind of woman couldn’t I have?

Seraphina was just the most convenient and obedient one among my many choices.

She loved me, loved me enough to die for me.

How could she bear to leave me?

Maybe this time I went a little too far; she threw a tantrum, even alarming the elders.

That’s when I started to feel a bit uneasy, a little out of control.

At this moment, Kyle, sitting beside me, frowned.

"Aiden, I think you shouldn’t listen to Jack’s nonsense. You did go too far this time. Although it was just a ritual, you rejected her and gave the Moon Soul Herb to Amber, which, in front of all the tribes, was a severe humiliation to her and her Wilder bloodline."

"And isn’t Amber’s witch’s heat too frequent? On your engagement anniversary with Seraphina, she wasn’t feeling well. On your birthday, her birthday, even the Moon Goddess Festival, she wasn’t feeling well!"

"Every time, you leave Seraphina to be with her. No woman can stand that."

"Even if Seraphina loves you, her heart will eventually grow cold. Don’t wait until she’s really gone, marked by another wolf, to regret it!"

Regret?

How could I ever regret?

Regret should be Seraphina’s regret!

I snorted indifferently. "In Aiden Sterling’s life, there is no room for regret!"

Will Seraphina leave me one day?

How could that happen!

She has loved me for five years!

But Kyle did remind me: females are all jealous creatures.

I did embarrass her a bit at the Moon Goddess Festival this time.

I held the wine glass, silent for a moment.

Forget it.

For the sake of our five years together, I will swallow my pride and reach out to her proactively.

I closed my eyes, focusing all my mental energy, trying to capture that faint, faint breath that belonged to her in the vast spiritual realm.

I extended my mental energy outward.

Nothing.

Still nothing.

It’s as if the whole world no longer has her presence.

A bead of sweat dripped from my forehead, and the restlessness and unease in my chest churned more fiercely.

I don’t believe it!

I once again activated my Alpha power, increasing the strength of the mental link to the extreme, and frantically probed my power around.

This time, I finally felt a response!

But it wasn’t Seraphina’s breath!

My mental energy hit a wall!

A powerful, unshakable spiritual barrier that made my soul tremble!

My mental energy crashed into it, instantly crushed!

What’s even more unacceptable is,

On that wall, I smelled a scent.

A scent a hundred times stronger than mine, full of absolute possession and royal pressure!

It’s Damien Volkov!

It’s that Lycan King!

My Seraphina… she was marked by another Alpha…

And in the most dominant, most uncompromising way, completely erased all traces I left on her!

"Fuck!"

I opened my eyes suddenly, my eyes crimson, veins bulging on my forehead!

I fiercely smashed the wine glass in my hand!

"Bang!"

The crystal wine glass exploded on the wall, shards flying everywhere!

"Aiden, what’s wrong with you?"

Jack and Kyle were both startled by my sudden rage.

I didn’t answer.

I just felt that my dignity was being trampled on ruthlessly at this moment, crushed underfoot!

Intense jealousy, anger, and a hint of fear and regret that I didn’t even want to admit burned wildly in my heart!

Seraphina!

You are my Luna!

How dare you betray me!