Seraphina Fell down the stairs
1045 Words
Crescent Claw Pack
The Crescent Claw Pack mansion had never truly felt warm after Kiara’s death.
The halls were still grand. The chandeliers still sparkled.
The walls were still lined with portraits of past Alphas and Lunas.
But the air itself felt heavier, colder—like something precious had been ripped out and replaced with something sharp and cruel.
Since the rejection… since Kiara’s death… everything had changed.
Alpha Leon Blackthorn stood taller now, his authority unquestioned, his expression harder than ever. And by his side stood Seraphina—his chosen mate, his new Luna.
Chosen.
Not fated.
And everyone in the pack felt the difference.
Seraphina ruled the mansion with a tight fist and a sharp tongue. Where Kiara had once spoken softly, Seraphina shouted.
Where Kiara had once helped the maids, Seraphina treated them like dirt beneath her feet.
“No one moved fast enough for her.”
“No one cleaned well enough.”
“No one was ever good enough.”
That morning was no different.
Seraphina stormed out of her bedroom, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor as she descended the grand staircase.
Her silk robe flowed behind her, her long dark hair falling perfectly down her back. Her beauty was undeniable—but so was the cruelty in her eyes.
“Are you all blind?!” she shouted, her voice echoing loudly through the hall. “Look at this dust! Do you think this is acceptable?!”
The maids froze in place, their heads lowered, hands trembling as they clutched their cleaning cloths.
“I cleaned that area twice this morning, Luna,” one maid whispered, her voice shaking.
Seraphina scoffed. “Twice? Then you’re clearly useless.”
She continued walking down the stairs, her attention fully on the trembling maids before her.
“Do I need to remind you all who I am?” she snapped. “I am the Luna of this pack now! If you can’t meet my standards, then maybe you don’t deserve to be here!”
None of the maids dared to respond.
Fear filled the room.
But Seraphina didn’t notice the way her heel slipped slightly on the edge of the step.
She didn’t notice because she wasn’t looking.
Her foot missed the next step entirely.
Time seemed to slow.
Her body tilted forward. Her scream tore through the mansion as she lost her balance.
“Ahhh—!”
She tumbled down the staircase violently, her body hitting step after step with sickening thuds. Her scream turned into a cry of pain before everything went silent.
The mansion froze.
For a moment, no one moved.
Then—“LUNA!” someone screamed.
The maids rushed forward in panic, their fear forgotten as they gathered around the motionless body at the bottom of the stairs.
Seraphina lay sprawled on the marble floor, her eyes half-open, her breath shallow. Her robe was twisted around her legs, and slowly—terrifyingly—dark red blood began to spread beneath her.
One maid gasped loudly, covering her mouth.
“She’s bleeding!”
Another maid dropped to her knees. “Oh Goddess… so much blood…”
Seraphina groaned weakly, her consciousness flickering as pain tore through her lower body. She tried to move—but the agony was unbearable.
Her eyes finally focused downward.
When she saw the blood soaking into the marble beneath her legs, her scream pierced the hall.
“HELP ME!” she shrieked.
“HELP! IT HURTS!”
Her voice cracked with terror.
The maids panicked completely.
“Someone call the Beta!”
“Get help now!”
“She’s bleeding too much!”
One maid rushed to her side, carefully trying to support her head.
“Please stay awake, Luna. Please.”
But Seraphina’s eyes rolled back.
Her body went limp.
“She’s unconscious!” another maid cried.
The blood continued to pool.
They didn’t waste another second.
Two guards lifted Seraphina carefully while others cleared the path.
The mansion was thrown into chaos as word spread rapidly.
The Beta arrived moments later, his face pale the moment he saw the blood.
“What happened?” he demanded.
“She fell down the stairs,” a maid said through tears. “She wasn’t looking.”
The Beta clenched his fists. “Take her to the pack hospital. Now!”
They moved quickly, placing Seraphina onto a stretcher and rushing her out of the mansion. The usual pride and order of the Crescent Claw Pack was replaced with fear and urgency.
At the hospital, doctors were already waiting.
“Clear the hallway!”
“Get her into the operating room!”
“Check her vitals now!”
Seraphina was wheeled away immediately, the doors of the operating room slamming shut behind her.
The maids stood frozen outside, shaking from head to toe. Blood stained their hands and clothes, their faces pale with shock.
The Beta stood nearby, his expression dark and tense.
Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone.
Alpha Leon Blackthorn was in the middle of an important pack meeting when his phone began to ring. He frowned slightly before answering.
“What is it?” he asked sharply.
“Alpha,” the Beta said urgently. “There’s been an accident.”
Leon straightened instantly. “What kind of accident?”
“Luna Seraphina fell down the stairs. She’s bleeding badly. We’re at the pack hospital.
She’s in surgery.”
Silence filled the line.
Then Leon’s voice turned cold and sharp. “I’m on my way.”
He ended the call and rose to his feet.
“The meeting is over,” he said firmly. “Clear the room.”
The elders exchanged uneasy glances but said nothing as Alpha Leon strode out without another word.
At the hospital, the atmosphere was heavy with tension. The sound of hurried footsteps and whispered prayers filled the air. Doctors moved back and forth, their expressions grave.
The Beta paced restlessly outside the operating room, his jaw clenched.
This was not just any accident.
If anything happened to Seraphina…
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway.
Then—Alpha Leon Blackthorn appeared.
His presence filled the corridor instantly, his expression unreadable, his aura heavy with authority and concern.
He had arrived.
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