Seraphine's POV
The rest of the day felt long, loud, and somehow weightless. During the official ball, the bond resonated, a deep, humming frequency that drowned out every other sound. I could hardly wait for Darius to shed the king’s role to be mine again—only mine.
When we finally ended up alone in his room, the silence became immediate and suffocating. The tension hung in the air. Darius locked the door with a key—the click echoed.
The Seal
He dimmed the lights; only the glowing embers in the fireplace cast a reddish hue. The off-white dress lay discarded. The first thing he removed was the armband—he practically tore it off.
“Finally,” Darius whispered as he pinned me to the wall. His voice was low, hoarse, his wolf already clawing its way to the surface. Only hunger moved him.
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