Chapter 6
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THE LUNA’S BLOODLINE
The fire crackled in the hearth, its warmth doing little to melt the frost building between them.
Kaidan stared at her, arms folded across his chest, jaw tight. “You want what?”
Seraphina didn’t flinch. Her spine was rigid, voice steady. “A contractual marriage.”
He blinked. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’ve never been more serious.”
He paced, the weight of her words heavy in the air. “You want to marry me for what, exactly? Power? Protection? Convenience?”
“Yes.”
The honesty in her voice made him pause.
“I want to align myself with the Storm Pack. Officially. Publicly. Irrevocably.”
“And what do you get out of it?” he asked, eyes narrowing.
“Access,” she replied. “To the Council. To your pack’s inner circle. To the archives hidden beneath your estate.”
His mouth tightened. “You want to dig through my history?”
“I want to know who destroyed mine.”
He crossed the room in two strides, standing inches from her. “And if it was my father? If it was me?”
Her eyes glittered. “Then I’ll know who to kill.”
The air between them snapped with tension. Her heartbeat thundered in her chest but she held his gaze.
“And what if I say no?” he asked.
“Then I leave. And you’ll lose the chance to control the narrative before the prophecy claims me.”
Kaidan’s wolf growled low. “You think I care about narrative?”
“No,” she said. “But you care about me. And you’re afraid.”
He grabbed her arm, pulled her closer not roughly, but like he couldn’t help himself. “You have no idea what you’re playing with.”
“Yes,” she whispered, “I do.”
He stared at her for a long moment. Then, slowly, he released her.
“What do you get in return?” he asked.
“Legitimacy,” she replied. “And time. To find the truth. To plan.”
“To plot.”
She didn’t deny it.
“And if I say yes?” he asked finally.
She stepped forward. “Then you’ll have the most dangerous woman in the kingdom bound to your name.”
Their eyes locked.
He should’ve said no.
But he couldn’t.
“I’ll have the contract drawn,” he said quietly.
And in the shadows of the estate, old magic stirred.
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That night, Seraphina stood alone in the east wing library, flipping through ancient tomes by moonlight. Her uncle’s words echoed.
They’ll come for you. Your only shield is power.
She traced her finger along a sigil on the page an ancient Luna mark. Her blood hummed. The prophecy was real.
She could feel something awakening inside her.
Power. Untapped. Buried.
Suddenly, her fingers sparked.
Silver light flickered.
She stumbled back.
The book burst into flame.
And she—she didn’t burn.
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Across the manor, Kaidan stood at the war room window, watching storm clouds gather.
Enzo stepped in. “She’s dangerous.”
“I know.”
“And you’re marrying her.”
“I have to.”
“Because of the bond?”
Kaidan turned. “Because I believe in her.”
Enzo didn’t argue. But his silence spoke volumes.
Kaidan looked out again.
He knew Seraphina wasn’t telling him everything.
And yet…
He also knew she’d be the death of him or the salvation of them all.
Maybe both.
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By morning, the mansion buzzed with news.
The Luna and Alpha.
A marriage not of love but of war.
And in the heart of it, Seraphina stood poised in white leather, a crown of moon-forged silver in her hair, eyes cold.
This wasn’t romance.
It was revenge in silk.
But Kaidan… Kaidan looked at her like she hung the stars.
And deep down, Sera hated that part of her wanted to believe it.
Don’t fall, she warned herself.
He is the son of your enemy.
But her heart didn’t listen.
And neither did her wolf.
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