The True Alpha of Lupine (Seraphina and Ronan) novel Chapter 246

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

**Chapter 246: Mine, No Matter What**

**RONAN**

Before me lay a stunning panorama of ancient ruins, their majestic presence weaving tales of a bygone era. These remnants were not just stones and crumbling walls; they were echoes of a civilization that once flourished, intricate and expansive, far beyond the limits of my imagination. Silas, my steadfast guide through this enchanting maze, led me to a particular area that unveiled actual chambers—an extraordinary discovery that eclipsed my wildest dreams. The room we stepped into was a spectacle of luxury, its ceiling crafted from glass that permitted the moonlight to cascade in like a shimmering waterfall, bathing the space in a celestial glow. The atmosphere was thick with emotion, a delicate balance of serenity and tension, as if the very spirit of this place had been graced by something divine.

“Here, she will receive the moonlight directly,” Silas murmured, his voice imbued with reverence, as though he spoke in the presence of a goddess. “Please, lay her down so I can assess her condition.”

As I absorbed the beauty surrounding us, my instincts as a lycan surged to the forefront, alert and vigilant, scanning for any sign of impending danger. Yet, an unusual calm enveloped us, a soothing energy wrapping around us like a comforting embrace. With utmost care, I positioned Seraphina onto the expansive king-sized bed, gently tucking the sumptuous sheets around her delicate form. I settled beside her, my gaze fixed on her fragile beauty, unable to tear myself away, while Silas took a seat in the chair adjacent to the bed. He pressed his thumb against her pulse, his brow knitted in concentration. A faint energy flickered from her wrist, and he scrutinized it with an intensity that conveyed a thousand unspoken words.

“How is she?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, thick with concern and fear.

“Exhausted,” Silas replied, his tone steady and low as he examined her other wrist with the same meticulous attention. “I lack the power to heal someone of her caliber completely, but I can soothe her mind and nerves, allowing her to regain some strength. Just give it a few moments, and she will start to feel better.”

“What do you mean, someone like her?” I pressed, my curiosity ignited by the gravity of his words.

“She gifts us with her powers,” Silas explained, locking his gaze onto mine with a seriousness that hung heavily in the air. “How could I possibly heal her with the very essence she has bestowed upon us? Earlier, when I asked her to run with me and tried to keep you from her, it wasn’t out of fear for her life. You witnessed the power she wields at the Academy; that is merely a fraction of her true potential. I was trying to shield her because I understood the depth of her love for you. She would never fight you, even if you had come here with the intention of harming her. When she transformed into the Blood Petal, the anger you displayed… it would lead anyone to believe you wished her dead,” he clarified, his voice tinged with sorrow.

I turned my gaze back to Seraphina, observing her frail form. She seemed so small, so vulnerable, lying there. Yet, I remembered the moment at the Academy when she had morphed into the Blood Petal; the energy radiating from her had been overwhelming, transcending anything I had anticipated. It struck me then—when she accused me of betrayal, it dawned on me that she had intended to perish by my hand, to inspire my vengeance for my mother and all those who had suffered.

My relentless pursuit of the Blood Petal had consumed me for what felt like an eternity. I had never fathomed that the very person I had been chasing was my destined mate. But the moment she was taken from me, all that rage and animosity toward the Blood Petal morphed into an insatiable need to find her again. Her identity as the Blood Petal became secondary; my sole focus was on reclaiming her.

Suddenly, a mind-link from Mace shattered my thoughts. “Alpha, I’ve secured the list of the she-wolves who were dragged into that experiment, as you requested. The Head of the Council, Alpha Finn Hart’s mother, was also among those unfortunate souls.”

I rose from the bed and approached the window, my heart racing with a mix of dread and urgency. “Does he know?”

“Most likely, yes. I believe he has been investigating this matter for quite some time. Additionally, I’ve heard whispers that Elder Milton has vanished completely since Alpha Finn dragged him through the Academy’s corridors,” he paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle before continuing, “It is said that Alpha Finn’s father, Alpha Magnus, knowingly sent his soulmate into that experiment, fully aware of what they were seeking within the wombs of those pregnant she-wolves. His mate returned alive, but after giving birth to Alpha Finn, she never held him. Instead, she was so terrified of her own child that she took her own life. Rumors suggest that Alpha Finn was abnormally strong, almost demonic, unpredictable, and somewhat unhinged. I regret not capturing Milton before he fell into Alpha Finn’s grasp. That old wolf seems to possess a wealth of knowledge. But if the rumors hold any truth, he won’t be seen alive again after encountering Alpha Finn.”

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