SERAPHINA’S POV
I woke to sunlight spilling softly across my face and pooling on the pillow, warm and golden.
Alina stirred inside me, her presence a low hum that felt alive beneath my skin—calm but electric.
‘You feel that?’ she asked, voice smooth as silk against my thoughts.
‘Yes.’ I smiled, stretching lazily. ‘It feels incredible.’
She purred in quiet satisfaction. ‘Our bond strengthens with every sunrise.’
It was true. I could feel it—the subtle strength in my limbs, the heightened awareness that shimmered at the edges of my senses. The air seemed clearer, sharper. I could feel Alina’s heartbeat, steady and strong, moving in perfect rhythm with mine.
When I sat up, I caught my reflection in the mirror across the room. My eyes looked brighter, faintly glinting with silver where before there’d only been cerulean—Alina’s touch.
The light faded soon after, but the euphoria lingered as I freshened up and got ready, wondering what today had in store for me.
By the time I made it to the dining hall, the place was already buzzing with the morning rush.
Long tables lined the space. Sunlight spilled through high arched windows, illuminating everything. The air was rich with the smell of roasted coffee beans, warm bread, and crisp apples.
It was easy to pick Sabrina out of the crowd. She was halfway through a plate piled high with eggs and toast, gesturing animatedly to a trio of Omegas who were clearly trying not to laugh at her dramatics.
She spotted me at almost the same time, and her face lit up. “Sera! Over here!”
More than a couple of heads turned in my direction at her outburst, but I didn’t feel the need to shrink under their curious gazes.
“There she is!” She beamed as I lowered myself into the empty seat beside her.
“Hi.” I smiled, nodding in greeting to the Omegas.
“So,”—Sabrina nudged me, her eyes glinting mischievously—“you disappeared for a long while last night.”
Before I could come up with some sort of flimsy excuse, the low timbre of a familiar voice reached me from behind. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
“Morning, Sera.”
Lucian.
My pulse stuttered, then regained its rhythm as I turned. There he was: hair perfectly styled in his signature bun, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his usual composure softened by the warmth of the morning light.
I thought of last night, of the revelations and confessions, and felt...peace. After the ups and downs of our relationship, it felt like we’d reached a comfortable plateau, and we could just...be.
“Morning.” I smiled softly.
“Morning, Sabrina,” Sabrina chimed sarcastically. “Morning, Hannah,”—she stretched her hand towards the Omega with a dark pixie cut and brown eyes—“morning, Teagan”—blond curls, blue eyes—“morning, Jack.” Brown hair, blue eyes.
Lucian rolled his eyes, sliding into the seat across from me. “Morning, Sabrina,” he said, in a high-pitched voice, mimicking his sister. “Morning, Hannah. Morning, Teagan. Morning, Jack.”
The Omegas laughed, inclining their heads in respect, and it shocked me how...normal it was for the Alpha and his sister to have breakfast with the lowest members of the pack.
Lucian reached for the coffee pot, and when his reach fell short, I picked it up and passed it to him.
“Thank you.” His smile caught me off guard. It was so carefree, so relaxed.
I lingered over his laid-back posture, observing the easy set of his shoulders and how he cradled the coffee cup, almost lazily.
His clear, peaceful gaze met mine. Something in his demeanor had shifted between last night and now.
“Well, well.” Sabrina placed her elbows on the table and propped her chin on her hands. “What is this new energy between you two?”
“Don’t start,” Lucian warned, but she only smirked.
“So no one’s going to explain exactly what happened last night?” Her smirk widened. “A little birdy saw you both by the Moonlit Spring. Another one saw you both returning late...suspiciously glowing.”
Lucian arched a brow. “Glowing?”
“Her, not you,” Sabrina said sweetly. “I bet you looked as broody as usual.”
“Ouch,” he deadpanned, but was clearly fighting a smile. “You wound me.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “You’re both ridiculous.”
“Maybe,” she said. “But seriously, you dipped in the Moonlit Spring.”
I exchanged a look with Lucian and remembered his warning about backlash, my brow furrowing with concern as I turned to Sabrina. “Is that okay?”
“Of course it’s okay!” Sabrina gasped. “Did it work?” she asked eagerly. “How did you feel?”
I grinned. “Amazing.” And before I could stop myself, I added, “I grew claws.”
To some, it might not have sounded like much of an achievement, but it meant the world to me—and obviously to Sabrina too.
She squealed loud enough to attract more attention and threw her arms around me. “Oh, Sera, that’s amazing!”
I laughed, accepting her embrace. “Thank you.”
She pulled back, but held onto my hand, squeezing tight.
“I couldn’t have done it without help,” I said, glancing at Lucian, who was smiling at us softly. “Lucian’s training and the Moon Dew Nectar—they made all the difference.”
He immediately shook his head. “You’re giving me too much credit. You did the work, Sera.”
I shrugged. “Maybe. But it helped having someone who believed I could.”
For a heartbeat, something unspoken passed between us—a quiet understanding neither of us needed to voice.
Sabrina, predictably, didn’t miss it. “Okay, what is happening here?” she demanded. “This energy is way too wholesome for breakfast.”
I laughed, and at that moment, Alpha William slid into the seat beside her, his coffee in hand and a curious glint in his eye.
“Morning, everyone.”
Sabrina perked up. “Willy, perfect timing. Things were just getting interesting.”
Lucian groaned. “Can we please change the topic?”
“But this one is so juicy!” Sabrina whined.



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