The Alpha's cursed vow

med before her like an ancient fortress, its dark, towering walls speaking of strength, pride, and centuries of tradition. The flickering lights inside cast lo

thing but poison. "Stay close," Dorian Nightbane's low voice broke through her thoughts, his hand briefly brushing against hers as they made their way toward the gates. His touch was cold, but his presence was a consta

her very existence. The night she had agreed to marry him had been a turning point, but this this was a test. A test of her strength, her resolve, and her place within the pack that despised everything she was. The gates creaked open as they appr

ging in demons?" The taunt echoed through the clearing, and Seraphina felt the heat of their gaze burning into her. The pack was already murmuring, voices low but filled with rage. They could sense the magic in her blood, feel the wi

ouder, and Seraphina could feel her pulse quicken. "Didn't think the Alpha was foolish enough to mar

worse. She had fought for her survival long before she ever stepped foot in this cursed pack. Dorian didn't stop the warriors, didn't attempt to defend her, and his silence spoke volumes. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, his thoughts unreadable, and it only spurred her on. "Enough," Seraphin

ging them. Their surprise was clear, but it was the next words tha

p him. This was a test, an opportunity to show the witch just how worthless she was in their eyes. But Seraphina wasn't a helpless witch. She had been trained for moments like these-when her life was on the line, when her very existence was a threat to someone else's pri

leasing him from her grip as he fell to the ground with a thud, landing hard on his back. He gasped, winded, as he struggled to stand, his eyes wide with disbelief. Seraphina stood over him, her expression unwavering. "I don't want to fight," she said coldly. "But if you're going to make me, know this I will not lose. You will not break me." The warrior glared at her, his pride wounded more than his body. He had underestimated her, and now he was paying for it. Slowly, he rose to his feet, his packmates watching in stunned silence. "You think you can just waltz in here and demand respect?" the warrior spat, though there was an edge of hesitation in his voice. Seraphina didn't respond. She didn't need to. She had already proven her point. She had fought back, and she had won. And the Blackveil Pack knew it. Dorian stood at the edge of the c

here to survive. And I intend to do that, no matter what." The tension in the air didn't dissipate, but it had shifted. The pack might have hated her, but they had seen her power, and that power would change things. The Blackveil Pack may despise witches, but Seraphina had made one thing clear: she wasn't someone to be underestimated.