Seraphina and Kieran: The Werewolf Mate Novel

‘Sera didn’t ruin anything!” She’d glared at me. ‘I’m just sorry it took so long to see that. You just can’t stand that the world stopped revolving around you.’ ‘You pretentious bitch!’ I’d spat out. ‘You put a crown on my head and now are shocked when I want to rule?’ My cheek still throbbed…

But then, he spoke. The words were strained. “She…rejected me.” I frowned. “Rejected you? What the hell did you say to her?” He didn’t look up. His fingers flexed and released. “That I was sorry. That I wanted her back.” “You fucking-“ This time, I bit my tongue hard enough to taste blood. His shoulders…

Lydia was setting a cup of tea on the small stool beside me when I swore softly, careful not to wake the sleeping bundle cradled in my arms after an hour of rocking her to sleep. My wife looked up at the sound of my voice, her expression soft but knowing. As soon as I…

He didn’t back down. “This isn’t about conscience.” “Then what is it about?” He hesitated-just long enough for the truth to flicker behind his eyes before he said it. “It’s about the bond,” he whispered. “You feel it too, don’t you?” SERAPHINA’S POV For a moment, everything went still. The night. My pulse. My breath.…

I closed my eyes, breathing in the faint scent of sugar and milk from Daniel’s cereal. I could hear him clanging around upstairs. The sound of water running. He must have been brushing his teeth. He was oddly meticulous about that ritual. Ten strokes up and down. Ten strokes side to side. Five strokes in…

After that, silence stretched taut. The lamplight cut across his features, throwing shadows that made him look haunted. Then he said the last thing I expected: “There’s not going to be a wedding.” I must have misheard him. “What?” “I broke up with Celeste,” he said. His voice was quiet, but the words were clear.…

I turned slowly. Aunt Celeste stood there in the doorway, her sunglasses on, even though she was indoors now. Her red dress shimmered like fire-pretty, but not the warm kind. Her lipstick was perfect. Her hair was perfect. Everything about her was perfect. Except her smile. She didn’t have one. “Hi, Aunt Celeste,” I said,…

Her face twisted, like I’d said something awful. “I’m not in a bad mood,” she snapped. “I don’t need your pity, Daniel.” “I wasn’t-“ “I don’t!” Her voice broke this time, the words tumbling out like shattered pieces. “I have everything I’ve ever wanted. Kieran and I are getting married soon. In fact, our engagement…

His eyes softened, but only with pity. That made it worse. “You deserve better than me,” he said quietly. “Someone who won’t hurt you the way I have.” “For gods’ sake, stop acting like you’re doing this for me!” My voice cracked. “This isn’t noble, Kieran. It’s cruel.” He didn’t flinch. He just looked at…

Paxton’s gaze drifted to the swing and softened. “Your father built that himself, you know. Said it was for his little wolf. Even after you… left, he’d come here often. Stand there, just looking at it.” I blinked, caught off guard. “My father?” He nodded. “He never said a word to anyone, but I knew.…