Alpha Symphony of Fate

Chapter 3

He deliberately cut off the conversation just as Sienna began to waver. His gaze was gentle, but his body leaned slightly toward her.

“If you need help, just ask,” he said softly. “The world of werewolves is far more complicated than you think. You have friends… but you also have enemies.”

As he left, his fingers tapped three times lightly against the door—like a secret signal. The door closed behind him, leaving Sienna alone in the ruined, sealed stone chamber, surrounded by shadows and uncertainty.

While she was lost in thought, a low growl and the sound of footsteps echoed from the other side of the stone wall. The door was pushed open, and Luca appeared with a grim expression. Behind him stood several silent, motionless guards.

“Don’t be fooled by Damien’s words.”

Luca’s voice was low, like an undercurrent about to break loose. “In the werewolf world, only the strong have the right to rule. Damien… is not your friend.”

Sienna stood up to face him, refusing to back down.

“And what about you? You claim to be strong, so you can trample over others' will for the sake of your family? I’m just a stranger you dragged into this—I’m not your pawn.”

Luca’s face darkened, his eyes flashing with pain and something like despair. He stepped closer, his large frame making the room feel even smaller.

“You don’t understand the werewolf world at all. Here, we don’t speak of freedom. Here, it’s about bloodlines and fate.”

The tension thickened like smoke.

Sienna tilted her head stubbornly, “I don’t care about your fate. I just want to go back to the human world.”

His fingers clenched into fists, veins bulging, as if he was struggling to suppress something inside. After a heavy silence, the coldness in his voice returned.

“You won’t want this… but you have no choice.”

He slammed the door on his way out. The stone walls shuddered, and the small room sank back into a cold, oppressive stillness. Sienna sat back down on the stone bed, staring hard at the jade in her hand. Her heartbeat began to sync strangely with the pulse emanating from the jade, as if it was answering a call from deep within her body.

She started inspecting the room closely. The stale scent of mildew and old wax lingered in the depths of the castle, making the air feel oddly weightless. She noticed a strange decorative line beneath the bed. Scraping along the seam with her fingernail, a stone tile loosened, revealing a small, dust-covered hidden compartment.

Inside was a stack of yellowed parchment, covered in ancient script. The markings ran along the grain like veins—exactly matching the wolf clan texts she had spent months studying. Though incomplete, she could still make out words like “curse,” “blood pact,” and “Jadebearer.”

Her heart pounded. Suppressing her excitement, Sienna quickly tucked the parchments into her sleeve. For the next few hours, she paced the room, testing every window frame and floor tile, trying to find any possible c***k that might lead to an escape.

By afternoon, guards escorted her to the dining hall. Portraits of the werewolf lineage and tattered battle flags lined the corridor—an eerie solemnity hung in the air. The long dining table made of silver fir was already set. As soon as Sienna sat down, the atmosphere shifted.

Elara Voss leaned elegantly against the table. Cold and regal, her face carried its usual trace of disdain. Her midnight hair flowed like silk, and her stormy blue-gray eyes glinted with frost. Her smile was sharp as a blade, and every step she took was like a queen surveying her kingdom.

“Don’t overestimate your importance.”

Elara’s eyes flicked over Sienna, then landed on Luca. “You’re just a freak who stumbled into our world.”

Sienna ignored the hostility and turned her head to continue eating. But Elara pressed on, her voice like poisoned wine:

“There’s no room for extras in the Moonshade family. Luca is mine. You’ll only bring disaster.”

Under the table, Elara’s nails scraped along the chair edge, leaving a row of faint marks. A chilling killing intent nearly brushed against Sienna’s wrist. But Sienna remained calm, rising to meet her gaze evenly.

“If you’re so afraid of me, why don’t you just do something about it?”

The guards stood in utter silence. The air felt frozen, like the dead of winter. Just as Elara raised her hand, Luca caught her wrist in a firm grip.

“Enough,” he said hoarsely, his voice cold. “She was brought into the family. No one is to lay a hand on her.”

Elara sneered and turned away. A lock of her hair brushed across Sienna’s shoulder, leaving behind a damp chill filled with malice. Her shadow disappeared into the hallway’s gloom, tearing a deeper chill into the air.

Back in her room after the meal, Sienna pored over the parchments while reviewing the castle’s layout. Her small blade was hidden up her sleeve, and she carefully observed the guards’ patrol shifts, piecing together an escape plan.

Night fell, and the guards' vigilance eased. Sienna seized a moment—when one guard was fetching water—and slipped into a narrow passageway. Feeling her way along, she discovered a concealed door to the cellar beneath a shadowy niche. Just as she cracked the door open, her foot pressed down on a hidden wire—click.

A sharp breath.

Behind her, a strong presence loomed. Luca had appeared without a sound.

“You really don’t trust me, do you?”

His voice was cold and stern.

Sienna tightened her grip on her knife.

“Trust you? You lock me up and expect me to believe you?”

He stepped back, his frame frozen.

“If you don’t want to die, follow the rules.”

His voice was hoarse and heavy—but there was a c***k in his tone.

Just then, Damien appeared outside the cellar door. Beside him stood a stout werewolf male—Isaac, a notorious schemer in the clan. Damien’s expression remained calm, his lips curled in a cryptic smile.

“Your Majesty the Wolf King, the Elders’ Council has a new resolution. I just happened to pass by. Am I… interrupting something?”