Chapter 8
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Chapter 8: Her Eyes Didn’t Belong to Her
The cold hit her before the door even closed.
Seraphina didn’t remember how she got there—only the rough grip of hands dragging her across stone floors, the echo of iron doors slamming open, and the way her body still burned from Dominic’s touch… only to be thrown into freezing darkness.
“The North Cell,” one of the guards muttered.
Her knees hit the ground hard as they released her.
“Stay quiet if you want to live.”
The heavy iron door slammed shut behind them.
Silence swallowed her whole.
Seraphina stayed where she fell, her breath uneven, her fingers trembling against the cold floor. Her body felt strange—too light, too heavy, too aware of something she couldn’t explain.
Dominic’s scent still lingered on her skin.
Her chest tightened.
Why did it still affect her like this?
Why did her body react like it belonged to him?
She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head.
“No… no, this isn’t normal…”
But something inside her stirred in response.
A slow, restless heat beneath her skin.
Waiting.
Watching.
Her hand moved to her chest as her heartbeat began to change.
Slow.
Then faster.
Then—
The iron door creaked open.
Seraphina froze.
Footsteps echoed—calm, controlled.
Viktor.
He stepped into the dim light, his gaze sharp and unreadable as it settled on her.
“You shouldn’t be alive,” he said.
Her brows furrowed. “What…?”
He walked closer, stopping just out of reach.
“After what happened in the car… you should have broken.” His voice lowered slightly. “But you didn’t.”
Seraphina swallowed.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
Viktor studied her for a long moment, as if searching for something beneath her skin.
“That’s exactly the problem,” he murmured.
Before she could respond—
The door burst open again.
Two guards dragged in a woman, bruised and struggling, her clothes torn, her face streaked with blood.
“She tried to escape,” one of them said.
Viktor didn’t even look at her.
“Then she needs to learn.”
Seraphina’s stomach dropped.
“No—wait—”
The guards threw the woman to the ground.
“Please—!” the woman cried.
“Make an example,” Viktor ordered coldly.
The first blow landed.
A sharp crack echoed through the cell.
Seraphina flinched.
“Stop it!” she shouted, pushing herself up. “She’s already hurt—”
Another hit.
The woman screamed.
Something inside Seraphina twisted violently.
“Stop!” she cried again, her voice breaking.
No one listened.
The guard grabbed the woman’s hair and slammed her face against the stone.
That was it.
Something snapped.
Not anger.
Not fear.
Something deeper.
Her heartbeat slowed—
Then slammed hard.
Once.
Twice.
Then—
Everything went quiet.
The screams faded.
The cold disappeared.
Even her thoughts went still.
All she could hear… was a voice.
Soft.
Ancient.
Let me out.
Her fingers curled tightly.
“No…” she whispered, shaking her head.
Let me out.
Her vision blurred.
The air around her shifted.
Then—
It exploded.
A violent wave of power burst from her body, slamming into the guards and sending them crashing into the walls.
The woman on the ground scrambled away in shock.
Viktor didn’t move.
But his eyes widened.
Seraphina slowly lifted her head.
Her breathing had steadied.
Too steady.
When she opened her eyes—
They weren’t hers anymore.
They glowed.
Gold.
But not like Dominic’s.
Darker.
Deeper.
Something ancient pulsed within them.
Power pressed against the walls, cracking the stone beneath her feet. The air grew heavy, suffocating, forcing the guards to the ground.
Seraphina took a step forward.
The chains bolted into the wall behind her snapped with a sharp metallic crack.
Her head tilted slightly, like she was listening to something no one else could hear.
Viktor’s voice came out low.
“…That’s impossible.”
She turned to him.
And for the first time—
Viktor took a step back.
“Who are you?” he asked.
Her lips parted.
But when she spoke—
The voice that came out wasn’t entirely hers.
It echoed.
Layered.
Powerful.
“I… am—”
Her body jerked violently.
The glow in her eyes flickered—
Then vanished.
The pressure in the room snapped.
Seraphina collapsed.
Silence.
Heavy.
Terrifying.
No one moved.
The guards stayed on the ground, too afraid to even breathe loudly.
The injured woman stared at Seraphina with wide, terrified eyes.
Viktor stood frozen.
Then slowly, he stepped forward.
He crouched beside her unconscious body, his expression no longer calm.
No longer controlled.
But shaken.
He reached out—then stopped, pulling his hand back like touching her would burn him.
His jaw tightened.
Then he stood and turned toward the guards.
“Lock this place down.”
They scrambled to obey.
“No one goes in. No one comes out.”
He paused at the door.
“And send word to the King.”
His gaze lingered on her.
“…She’s waking up.”
Far away, in a place untouched by time—
A man’s eyes snapped open.
Gold.
Darker than any Lycan’s.
A slow, knowing smile spread across his lips.
“So… they couldn’t keep you hidden af
ter all.”
He stood.
Power rolled off him like a storm.
“Prepare everything.”
His voice dropped—cold, certain.
“I’m coming for what belongs to me.”
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