The True Alpha of Lupine (Seraphina and Ronan) novel Chapter 245

**He Promised to Give Me the World, Yet the Price Was My Soul by Caden Blake**

**Chapter 245: Protectors**

**SERAPHINA**

When Ronan’s lips brushed against mine, it was as if a bolt of lightning had surged through my very being, igniting a passionate fire that blazed deep within my core. It felt as though he had been waiting for this moment for an eternity, holding back an insatiable desire that now spilled forth with chaotic urgency. Our kiss was wild and unrestrained, a beautiful tempest of emotions that threatened to consume me whole. I melted into him, surrendering entirely, as if my body instinctively knew this was where it belonged. His fingers wove through my hair, pulling me closer, deeper, as if he sought to merge our souls into one. The heat radiating from him was intoxicating, an untamed energy that coursed through his veins, awakening every nerve ending in my body. When his tongue brushed against mine, it was possessive, sending my heart racing and making me gasp, pulling him even closer, craving more.

In that fleeting moment, the world around us faded into nothingness, leaving only the two of us entwined, our hearts beating in a synchronized rhythm. But then, like a thunderclap that shattered our blissful bubble, a shout erupted into the air.

“LET ME GO!”

Silas’ voice roared, breaking the silence with a ferocity that sent icy shivers down my spine, followed by the unmistakable sounds of a struggle.

Startled, I pulled away from the kiss, my head snapping toward the source of the commotion. They were back? Silas was wrestling against his own companions, his eyes ablaze with fury. “LET ME FUCKING GO!”

His gaze locked onto us, tangled together on the ground, and for a heartbeat, time itself seemed to freeze. His companions halted in their tracks, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief as they darted glances between Ronan and me.

I lay there, breathless, as a heavy, charged silence enveloped us. Then, I felt it—the dark shift in Ronan’s aura, thickening the air around us and radiating an intensity that felt almost suffocating.

“You…” he growled, his voice low and laced with danger as he rose to his full height, a towering figure of protectiveness. “You kidnapped my mate.”

A gasp escaped my lips as his power surged outward, enveloping us like a storm. The others instinctively recoiled, fear flashing in their eyes.

“You dare…” he began, his tone lethal, as if he were ready to unleash his fury upon Silas.

“Ronan, wait!” I interjected, stepping forward, positioning myself protectively between him and Silas’s group. “Don’t kill them!”

“They dared to touch you!” he retorted, his fury palpable, muscles tensed as if ready to spring into action.

“But none of them harmed me!” I insisted, my voice rising in urgency. “They’re strange, yes, but they were respectful. I think there’s been a misunderstanding. They were trying to protect me… from you.”

His frown deepened, suspicion flickering across his features as he turned his blazing gaze on Silas. “Who the hell are you? How did you know she’s the Blood Petal? And why do you want to protect her?”

An uneasy quiet settled over the group, the tension thick enough to slice through. Finally, Silas spoke, his voice steady despite the storm brewing around us. “I am Silas,” he introduced himself, “and we are the Blood Petal’s protectors.”

“Protectors?” Ronan’s brows knitted together in disbelief, his skepticism palpable. “Am I supposed to swallow that nonsense?”

Silas took a cautious step forward, his demeanor serious, almost pleading. “Our very existence is proof of our dedication to her. We are born to protect the Blood Petal. When she awakened under the full moon, she unknowingly summoned us. We brought her here to shield her from…,” he hesitated, meeting Ronan’s unwavering gaze, “from you. We know you came to kill the Blood Petal.”

“But as you can see, I’m still alive,” I chimed in, my eyes darting between Silas and his companions. “I don’t understand why you’re my protectors when I don’t need anyone’s protection. Ronan is my mate, and I’m in no danger from him…” My voice trailed off as I caught sight of Theo’s hand.

“Your arm was severed, right? How did it regrow?” I asked incredulously, my disbelief evident.

“They don’t die,” Ronan’s gravelly voice came from behind me, heavy with realization.

I spun around, astonished. “What?” My gaze flicked to the bodies on the ground, the ones I had thought were lifeless. They weren’t dead; they were merely injured. “How is this possible?”

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