EPISODE 8: SEER
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THIRD PERSON POV
Anyway, she was already walking into the fire—into hell itself—and the devil?
The devil was her prey.
Or...
Was she going to be his?
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Kael walked out of the hospital, his eyes fixed on his ex-Luna. Where was she heading? Did she really think any pack would accept a broken Luna? Someone outcast and thrown aside?
His gaze darkened as he watched her leave. She seemed happy and he chuckled, that happiness would soon rot and sour when she was forced to return.
He would make sure of it.
His beta, Sal, walked up beside him and followed his gaze, his eyes widening in shock.
“You’re not supposed to let her leave! If your father finds out—”
His words were cut short as Kael raised his palm to silence him.
“I married her for my father. I never loved her. I had my fated mate. The reason she left isn't my concern… She needs the Luna title. She’ll come back. I know she will,” Kael said, stretching his neck slightly.
From the start, the moment he met her, nothing in him had craved her. Nothing. He had been furious when his father proposed their union. An Alpha like him, tied to a weakling—a burden to the pack? Unacceptable. It was still a mystery what his father ever saw in her.
He yawned, watching her form fade into the distance. His gaze dropped to her hips. She did have a nice ass—too bad he’d never noticed it until now.
But his wolf was still recovering. She—his mate—was the only one he had the right to care about. Not a weakling.
He turned away from the window, striding toward his fated mate’s room. But then he paused.
“Spread the rumor. Let the pack-and beyond-know she was nothing. I have already claimed my Luna,” he commanded.
Sal hesitated.
He glanced back at the window. He knew he shouldn’t, but damn, she looked free. Like she was escaping hell. Still, Kael would make sure she returned—and that smile? It would disappear.
Sal didn’t understand why Kael ever chose her if he didn’t value her. She was difficult, distant. Hard to reach. Reminded him of her mother. A good woman… but still...
Sometimes, destiny and conspiracy were more twisted than evil. And her sister! The shock still ran cold in his bones, but he dared not say a word.
Obeying the Alpha was the best—no, the only—option.
“I’ll handle it,” Sal said.
Kael smirked and walked off, heading to his mate’s room.
He could already hear whispers.
“She left?”
“What happened?”
“The Alpha found his fated mate.”
“I’m not surprised. She was just a substitute. A stand-in until he found the real one.”
Kael’s wolf growled lowly at the words.
“Well, I liked her,” his wolf added bitterly.
Kael sneered. “Like your fated now.”
“I do. But you shouldn’t have hurt her. No remorse when you cheated on her. I felt her tears.”
“You’re not mated to her. There’s no mark connecting us. You felt nothing,” Kael snapped.
“She was hurt. You don’t bite a woman by the tail and expect no consequences…” the wolf muttered.
“Stop being delusional. I never liked her. You didn’t either. She was too easy. No challenge,” Kael hissed.
His wolf went silent.
He turned his attention to the bed, where Mira—his mate—lay peacefully. Her eyelashes fluttered. He smiled.
She was healthier, more alive, better at satisfying him. Something her sister could never do. Not even her kiss was worth remembering.
He had someone better now.
If his darker side had anything to say, he'd crush it. He wasn’t in the mood for guilt.
“So fond of her, Alpha,” came a voice behind him.
He turned. The pack seer stood there. Delilah—blind, but never silent.
If there was anyone he disliked, it was her. She had a way of running her mouth, knowing things she shouldn’t.
She had no fated mate—the Moon Goddess had done her dirty—but she did have a daughter. Not that he cared about her whereabouts.
He folded his arms behind his back, his gaze sharp.
“She’s beautiful, your mate,” Delilah said.
Kael’s face darkened.
“You can’t even see her. Don’t spit nonsense.”
Delilah chuckled. “No, I can’t see as humans do. But my wolf can. And I have the moon’s foresight. I see beyond our world, beyond what enters and leaves.”
His jaw clenched. His claws extended slightly.
Delilah paused, sensing it. A slow smile curved her lips. “You wouldn’t kill your pack’s seer… would you?”
Kael’s eyes darkened. She was creepy. How did she always know?
She turned her blind gaze toward Mira.
“She carries twins.”
Kael froze. What?
Twins?
What gender? Could Delilah see their future?
He stepped closer, eyes flicking to Mira’s sleeping form.
He was proud. He'd had her often. Even when he proposed to Serra, he was already sleeping with Mira. He smirked.
He was in the mood now. Slowly.
“What do you see?” he demanded, using his Alpha tone.
Delilah smiled.
“Oh, I see a dash of drama, a hint of destiny, and a sprinkle of fate’s sweetness… It’s all a recipe for something unforgettable.”
Kael frowned. “Don’t test my patience.”
She chuckled.
“I see happiness. That’s what I told you…”
She trailed off, turning her face back to Mira.
“Sweetness and storms. Both.”
Her words unsettled him. They sounded chaotic.
“Well, Alpha, duty calls,” she said with a faint smile and turned to leave. But then she paused again.
She looked over her shoulder.
“Alpha, they will be such lovely boys.”
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