SERAPHINA’S POV
The first monts back in my apartnt were...quiet. Almost shockingly so.
I glanced at the scattered grocery bags I’d hastily thrown inside before rushing off in the ambulance—there was a tub of ice cream in there that I knew was a goner.
It was hard to believe I was still in the sa day that had promised to be peaceful and restful.
But at least now, I was free of the chaos. No judgents or accusations or pain.
Just . Just the sound of the rain pattering faintly against the window, the scent of the lingering storm mingling with the faint warmth of ho.
Ethan’s presence in the car lingered in my chest like a ghost I wasn’t sure I wanted to exorcise.
The ride ho still confused . He hadn’t lectured . He hadn’t tried to twist my words or corner . He’d just...believed .
For the first ti in what felt like forever, my brother and I had shared a conflict-free mont together.
And in that, there was a thread of comfort, a small, glimring hope that maybe, just maybe, not everyone I’d ever counted on was completely lost to .
Oddly...Kieran too. He had stood by today, his patience and defense quiet but firm.
I could still feel the echo of his presence as he stood between and my mother, the warmth of his intervention like a shield.
But even with that, my chest felt heavy.
Sure, it seed like my divorce had been so sort of wake-up call, and I was starting to see glimpses of the people I’d once called family. They were starting to act like they actually cared.
But the damage—the years of small betrayals, dismissals, slights, and outright cruelty—didn’t vanish in a single day.
That kind of pain lingered, settled into the muscles and bones, into the rhythm of my breath.
More than a decade of being treated as inferior, of being undervalued, didn’t dissolve with a few conciliatory gestures.
Too tired to shower, I simply stripped out of my wet clothes and pulled on an OTS sweatshirt and sweatpants.
I sank into my bed, hugging my legs to myself as the light rainfall from outside mixed with the residue of the storm still inside .
I had to put all the confusing thoughts of Ethan and Kieran out of my mind. I’d been doing well without them so far—I hadn’t needed them all this ti, and I didn’t need them now.
I exhaled, letting the tension roll from my shoulders. I had to do sothing to quiet my thoughts, to reclaim myself.
I shifted my legs, crossing them in front of , and closed my eyes. I pressed my palms into my knees. ditation—yes, that was what I needed now.
It sounded so simple, almost laughable, but, just like the previous tis I’d ditated to find peace, it worked. Bit by bit, my ragged breaths began to even out.
The sharp leftover ache in my chest eased, and I could feel serenity settling.
Only this ti, it was...different.
The world around didn’t just settle; it expanded, stretched into an uncanny, almost electric clarity.
Every sound seed sharper, clearer—the faint echo of Mrs. Harlow’s terrier barking across the street, the distant hum of a lone car, the delicate patter of raindrops on the roof—all weaving together into a rhythm that thrumd in my chest, synchronized with sothing deep and instinctual inside .
Colors grew vivid in my mind’s eye. The gray of the clouds outside glimred with hints of silver, each droplet on the windowpane sparkling like fractured light.
Shadows and highlights were enhanced, vibrating with a subtle energy I had never noticed before.
My pulse quickened at the sensation, an awareness that went beyond sight and sound—a resonance that felt like a whisper from within, sothing...familiar.
Like the first ti I’d ditated with Lucian in the Moon Hall.
And then, faintly, almost imperceptibly at first, I heard it: the rumble of Lucian’s car descending my driveway.
My eyes flew open, and for a split second, my heart stuttered in disbelief.
Could it be? Was it possible? Could this an my wolf was stirring, awakening?
The connection I had felt in flashes and whispers before, now throbbed with insistence, teasing at the edges of my senses.
My chest constricted with a mix of awe and fear, a tethered exhilaration that left trembling.
Before the doorbell even rang, I was at the entrance, flinging the door open. The sll of the storm followed him in, mixed with his own signature scent—sothing warm, musky, and undeniably Lucian.
He barely had ti to drop the bag he carried before I flew into his arms, ignoring the moisture clinging to my hair and wrapping my arms around his neck.
His laughter vibrated through as he held tightly to his powerful fra. “Well, this is a nice new way of being greeted.”
I pulled back, giddy laughter spilling out of . “I think I can sense her. I think my wolf...she’s awake, or close. I don’t know. But I was just ditating and I felt—"
“Evidence,” he said, voice soft. He was smiling at gently, eyes bright with pride. “It’s evidence of the awakening. You’re progressing, Sera. That’s...good. Really good.”
I squealed, burying my head in the crook of his neck.
The world outside faded—storm, rain, the weight of the day. Only Lucian, the solidity of him, the warmth of his arms around , the amazing reality that I was closer than ever to my wolf, mattered.
He chuckled, and after a while, gently set on my feet. But he still held on to , pulling back just far enough to look at .
“This calls for a celebration,” he declared. “What do you say we leave the cooking for another day and go out to eat? Soplace special.”
And just like that, a dark cloud rolled in, overshadowing the sunshine of my happiness.
I shook my head, cheeks flushed. “Not going out again. Not today.” My voice held a tinge of somberness that I couldn’t hide, and Lucian noticed imdiately.
“Hey,” he said, his voice soft. “What happened?”
I inhaled sharply, shaking my head. “It’s...a long story.”
He took my hand, his grip steady and warm as he led to the living room, gently pulling down onto the sofa and sitting next to .
“I’m listening,” he said in that firm voice that didn’t leave a single doubt that I had the full force of his attention.
And so I told him the whole tale.
The way Celeste had shown up at my doorstep yet again like the world’s most frustrating ga of Whack-a-Mole. The photo album and her revelation of what she’d done fifteen years ago.
Then I told him the way she’d toppled into the street, the screech of tires, the chaos, the hospital, the accusations.
My voice wavered at first, then steadied with each word. Each phrase was a brick I laid to release so of the weight I carried.
Lucian’s expression hardened as I recounted the drama. “That’s outrageous.” His voice shook with restrained fury. “She—she needs to be held accountable. I’ll talk to my legal team, and they’ll take care of this. Celeste won’t get away with what she’s trying to do.”
I held up a hand, shaking my head. “No. I’ll handle it. I told you I don’t want you to concern yourself with my family drama.”
“Sera—”
I squeezed his hand. “It’s okay, I promise. Besides, I bet Celeste is having a worse ti than I am right now. She hates getting hurt, hates the re sight of blood. Just imagining her lying in the hospital bed, wondering if the bitch of a pain is worth it, brings a smile to my face.”
I tried to smile reassuringly for Lucian’s benefit.
He leaned back, eyes narrowing slightly, scanning as though deciding whether to push or relent. “I understand,” he said finally.
My smile eased. “Thank you.”
He nodded, his jaw still tight. “Were her injuries severe?”
I shrugged. “Concussion, bruised ribs, sprained wrist.”
I fought back a laugh at his look of disappointnt.
He shook his head. “I can’t believe she would go so far. What kind of point was she trying to prove?”
“Honestly, I have no fucking idea. I was so shocked. I know she feels strongly about Kieran, but to throw herself into danger like that over him.” I shook my head, confusion warring with unease. “Is that so kind of twisted reflection of the mate bond?”
“No,” Lucian said firmly. “That is not what the mate bond does to you.”
I blinked. “What...does it do?”
“It doesn’t make you crazy, Sera. Not like that. It makes you want to be the best part of yourself you can be. It makes you stronger, better. It..pletes you, fills you up like nothing else.” His voice took on a wistful quality that made my breath still. “It’s like searching for sothing your entire life and finally finding it. It’s beautiful and scary at the sa ti, but nothing—absolutely nothing—compares to the feeling of finding your mate.”
The way he spoke...
“Do you...” I swallowed. “Do you want that?”
His brows dipped. “What do you an?”
“Your mate. Don’t you want that feeling with your mate? Wouldn’t you rather spend the rest of your life with your destined mate, other than...” It felt like a thorn had lodged in my throat. “....”
A shadow passed across his face so fast that it felt like I imagined it.
But then his gaze softened. “And what about you?” he asked quietly, not pressing, but the weight behind the words unmistakable. “When your wolf awakens, if you find soone else—your true mate. What would happen to us?”
I hesitated, the possibility sending a ripple through my chest. “I don’t know,” I admitted finally.
Because that was the truth. The thought of getting my wolf was already so fantastical, but the thought of finding my destined mate seed near impossible. I had no idea how I would feel or what I would do.
But what I did know was this: “But I can hardly trust another man the way I trust you, Lucian. You’ve already helped beco...better. A better version of myself, more than I ever thought was possible. That’s what a mate does, isn’t it? So who could be better for than you?”
His lips quirked in a serene smile, and he leaned forward. The space between us shrank until I could feel the warmth of his breath. “Sera...for the rest of my life, unless you reject , you’re my choice.”
Heat crept up my neck, cheeks flushing crimson. My hands clenched in my lap as I stared at him, shy, stunned, touched.
After being soone’s compulsion, it felt surreal to be soone’s choice.
“You an it?” I whispered.
“I an it,” he said simply.
Then he pressed his lips to mine, slow, lingering, and utterly tender.
The world, with its storms and accusations and chaos, fell away, leaving only the pulse of warmth and certainty between us.
When he pulled back, his forehead resting gently against mine, I breathed shakily. “Even if my wolf...even if she chooses soone else?” I asked, voice trembling slightly.
He shook his head, firm but soft. “Not if you don’t. You’re mine, Sera. But I won’t force your heart. Only you decide.”
A quiet, almost dizzying relief washed over .
“I don’t know what the future holds,” I admitted, leaning against him. “But...right now, this is enough.”
“It is,” he said. “And you’ll have ti. Ti to awaken, to grow, to decide. I’ll be here.”
The soft scrape of rain against the glass, the gentle thrum of life outside, the warmth of Lucian beside —it was a small, perfect world.
And for now, it was mine.
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