The True Alpha of Lupine (Seraphina and Ronan) novel Chapter 251

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

**Chapter 251: What’s Wrong?**

**SERAPHINA**

For far too long, I had danced around the question that haunted my thoughts. My heart raced at the mere possibility of the truth, for I understood that their connection was woven from threads far stronger than mere blood or loyalty. The depths of their bond were unfathomable, and I dreaded the revelation that awaited me.

But now, that truth clawed at my insides, demanding to be unearthed.

He spoke in a hushed tone, almost as if the very air around us would shatter at his words. “Asher’s mother… she was the secret lover of Alpha King Charles. It’s ironic, really, because she was supposed to be his soulmate. Born of Alpha blood, yet her father’s pack had long since crumbled into dust. Survival became her only option, and she clung to the King, hiding the truth of their bond like a precious secret. But when the King took a Luna Queen into the kingdom, her entire world was thrown into chaos.”

I listened, my heart pounding, as he continued, “She was terrified that the child growing within her would never find a place in the royal family. In a desperate bid to secure a future for her unborn baby, she threw herself into an experiment, seeking the King’s attention at any cost. But when the Blood Petal made contact with her belly, it shattered something deep inside her. She began to forget everything—except for the King. By the time Asher was five, he witnessed his mother’s belly swell, marked by the touch of the blood petal. Each time it connected with her, she inflicted pain upon herself, diminishing her very essence until she was a mere shadow of her former self. Yet, as soon as she healed, her belly would swell once more, and she would plunge back into that horrific ritual… harm herself again and again.”

He paused, his gaze flicking to mine, searching for the calm that had long since evaporated. “When Asher turned ten, he tried to intervene, to stop her self-destructive spiral, but she—she slit his throat,” he said, his voice trembling slightly as my eyes widened in disbelief. “Fortunately, Asher’s uncle, his mother’s brother, arrived just in time, and Asher was barely saved. Yet, despite the pain, he would return to his mother, time and again. But she never recognized him. She couldn’t even recall the moment of his birth. And every child she bore after Asher, she killed. Asher witnessed it all. He saw each one die right before his eyes.”

A chill swept through me, my hands turning numb as the cold seeped into my veins like ice water. His words wrapped around my heart, squeezing it until I struggled to breathe.

Suddenly, everything fell into place—the bloodthirsty aura that surrounded Asher, the deadly glint in his eyes, the smoldering rage that seemed to follow him like a dark cloud. His obsession with destroying the Blood Petal wasn’t merely hatred; it was a lifetime’s worth of anguish and loss.

How could I have ever fathomed the torment he endured? To watch his own mother disintegrate into a hollow version of herself, her mind fracturing while he stood helplessly by, beginning from the tender age of five? It was no wonder his loathing for the blood petal consumed him entirely. No one could grasp the depths of his pain—not even me.

And just like Ronan, Asher had navigated the halls of the Lupine Academy, searching for me, yearning for the Blood Petal.

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