The Reborn Alpha Heiress

Chapter 1

Seraphina’s POV

I was sitting alone on the cold stone bench, clutching my notebook to my chest and keeping my eyes fixed on my lap.

In the pack, being born without a wolf was a crime that never went unpunished.

A half-eaten apple slammed into the back of my head, splattering sticky juice across my hair. Before I could even process anything, a cup of cold, greasy sauce hit me straight in the face.

What the hell, I raged in my mind, but I couldn't show my anger, it made the bullying worse.

"Look at the little princess sitting all by herself," a voice sneered.

I wiped the grease from my eyes. Three of Selene’s followers stood behind the hedgerow holding plastic trash trays from the cafeteria.

Without warning, they dumped a pile of discarded food directly into my lap.

"Stop it!" I demanded, scrambling off the bench and pulling my bag over my shoulder.

"Or what?" the lead girl mocked. "Who are you going to call? Your father hates you, and your brother doesn't even acknowledge you exist," One of the mean girls said.

“Poor girl.” Another girl laughed as if it was one of the funniest things she had said.

I didn't know which angered me more, between the words that cut deep, or the food splattered on my clothes. Desperate to avoid a scene in the middle of the courtyard, I turned on my heel and ran.

I ducked into the narrow alleyway behind the science building, but my escape hit a dead end. A tall brick wall towered ahead of me. Heavy footfalls crunched against the wet gravel behind me as the three girls blocked the only exit.

I could feel my anger resolving to tears, but I wasn't going to shed tears for people like this.

"Where do you think you're going, Wolf-less?" the lead girl growled, rushing forward and kicking my legs out from under me.

I hit the pavement, sharp gravel biting into my knees and palms. But, a spark of defiance burned through my terror. I scrambled up and swung my heavy leather school bag with all the force in my body, catching the lead girl right across the jaw.

Now she knows she is dealing with a trained person. I might not have a wolf, but I trained hard every day.

She stumbled back, clutching her face. A second later, her eyes flashed in shock.

"You little defective b***h," she snarled. Mm

All three flared their wolf strength at once. The physical impact hit me like a freight train. They dragged me up by my collar, kicking my ribs and slamming me against the brick wall until blood blurred my vision.

One of them pulled a small silver flask from her jacket. The sharp, metallic stench of concentrated wolfsbane filled the air.

"Let's see how tough you are when your blood burns," she giggled, shoving her thumb into my jaw to force my mouth open.

I thrashed violently, screaming for help as tears mixed with the blood on my cheeks. The dark liquid spilled over my chin. How did they get their hands on something forbidden in the pack?

"Get away from her."

An unexpected voice sounded from behind. The command was so dark, so heavy, that the air in the alley instantly froze solid.

A figure stepped out from the shadows of the archway. I recognized him, Kael. I first noticed his silver-grey eyes burning as I sensed the release of the raw weight of my Alpha aura when I weakly raised my head.

The sheer gravity of his power slammed into the three bullies, forcing them straight to their knees. The pavement cracked under their weight as they gasped for air.

I couldn't believe someone came to my rescue for the first time.

"If I ever see you near her again," he whispered, his voice sounding low and lethal, "I will rip your throat out myself."

He tossed one of the girls to the ground. Terrified, all three scrambled backward on their hands and knees and fled down the alley.

Silence fell over the corridor. He slowly turned to look at me.

I was watching him while slumped against the wall, bruised, bleeding from my lip, and trembling violently.

He had one of the most hostile looks I have seen. No one can rival my father's hostility.

I could feel myself get nervous under his stare.

“Thank you,” I said to him, he simply tilted his head a bit.

"You have enemies dangerous enough to want to feed you wolfsbane." His reply came. He completely ignored my appreciation.

"Are you alright?" I was startled by a voice calling out.

I saw Damon rush forward with frantic concern. He slid his arm around my shoulders, pulling me against his side.

"Sera! I was looking everywhere for you," he said softly. "What happened?"

My eyes narrowed as I looked at him.

Wondering what was wrong with Damon.

"I'm her brother," Damon said to Kael, as if he was asked. He kept his arm around her while shifting his eyes away from my gaze.

"Take care of your sister," Kael said coldly, turning my back and walking out of the alley without looking back once.

I watched Kael leave, my body still shaking.

Damon turned back to me, gently using his thumb to wipe a streak of blood from my lip.

"I'm so sorry, Sera," Damon whispered, his voice trembling with remorse.

I was surprised what Damon was sorry for. He never cared whenever I was bullied. His mate was the head of my bullies. Why did he act like he cared now?

"I haven't been a good brother to you lately. Let me make it up to you tonight. Let me take you out for dinner, just the two of us." I was shocked again, was this Damien, but the sincerity made my heart flutter and feel warm.

It's been long since I have seen this Damon. I missed him. I only saw the warm, protective younger brother I had spent years praying would return. My battered heart held hope.

"Okay," I whispered, leaning my head against his shoulder. "Okay, Damon."

An hour later, after getting cleaned up in the infirmary, Damon drove me high up into the secluded hills overlooking the Vale pack territory.

Dense pine trees lined the roads beneath a blanket of cold stars. He had told me he wanted to make me feel happy, and he was taking me to where we used to play when we were younger.

He pulled up to a private wooden pavilion sitting near the edge of a steep overlook, setting up a quiet table with a rich, hot meat stew.

It was different, we were older now, but hopefully, we are still the same people. I could feel the ice in my heart melting at his gesture.

"To fresh starts," Damon said with a gentle smile, handing me a bowl. "Just you and me, like old times."

I smiled weakly, my heart swelling. I remembered coming to these exact hills ten years ago, back when Damon used to laugh and promise he would always protect me.

When did he prepare all these in a short period? I was pleased.

I took a large bite of the stew. "This is perfect, Damon."

It was warm and savory. I was enjoying it, I took more sips of the spoon.

But within seconds, a sudden, blinding agony exploded deep in my chest. Colour drained out of my face in worry. I tried ignoring the pain until it became so unbearable that I screamed out.

My spoon hit the floor. I grabbed my neck as a scalding liquid surged through my veins. The pain was unbearable, tearing my insides to shreds. I tumbled from my chair, hitting my knees and vomiting dark blood onto the floorboards.

"Damon . . ." I choked out, reaching a trembling, blood-stained hand toward him. "Help . . . help me . . ."

Then, I noticed Damon didn't move. He sat back in his chair, swirling his drink, watching me on the floor with dark, icy detachment.

"Oh . . . so you really were a wolf-less werewolf," Damon mused softly.

“What did you do?” I was scared and shaking with sweats all over me.

I stared up at him through tears, the horror of his betrayal crushing me far worse than the venom destroying my body. I

Felt even worse when I saw a chilling and terrifying smile creep up on his face, twisting his face to look like a monster.