The True Alpha of Lupine (Seraphina and Ronan) novel Chapter 257

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

**SERAPHINA**

What just transpired?

“Are you alright?” Ronan stood protectively before me, his strong frame acting as a barrier against the curious gazes of those around us.

My heart raced uncontrollably, each beat echoing the confusion swirling in my mind. Just moments ago, when Ronan had burst into my view, it felt as though he had jolted me back to reality, as if I had been on the brink of succumbing to a darkness within me. He was my anchor, my savior in that tumultuous moment.

I lifted my gaze to meet his, nodding slightly, “Yes.”

Ronan’s arm remained firmly around my waist, a silent promise of safety as he called out, “Mace, my coat.”

A tall, striking man stepped forward, handing Ronan a sleek black coat. Our eyes locked for a fleeting moment, and he offered me a respectful bow before departing. A lycan, I noted, a creature of strength and grace.

Ronan enveloped me in his coat, the fabric warm against my skin, his scent enveloping me like a comforting embrace. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him; my heart raced faster with every heartbeat. Instead of tending to his own wounds, he was here, shielding me from the cold and the chaos, a protector in the storm.

“You’re hurt,” I murmured, instinctively reaching for his arm, my fingers brushing against the bandages.

“Don’t worry, Verkas is already healing it,” he replied with a reassuring smile, his thumb gently caressing my lower lip, sending a wave of warmth coursing through me.

I nodded, but a thought suddenly struck me. “How did you manage to get here? Your kingdom… it was under siege by the werewolves. What happened?”

“It was all a lie…” Ronan began, his voice steady as he recounted the events that had unfolded.

I blinked, my mind struggling to keep up with the revelations.

My gaze drifted to the side, where a massive tree stood, resilient against the chaos around it.

“Luna Victoria,” a voice cut through the tension as Aran entered the tent, “I am healer Aran, a friend of Alpha Asher. May I check your pulse?” His tone was friendly, yet Luna Victoria appeared to be trembling, fear etched across her face, not just from Aran but from the entire atmosphere.

Asher watched him with an unreadable expression, and Aran flashed him a smile. “Luna seems a bit panicked. We need to stabilize her emotions before things take a turn for the worse, don’t you think?”

Luna Victoria clung tightly to Asher, her frail frame suggesting she had been deprived of sustenance and social interaction for far too long.

Chapter 257: The Only One Who Could Stop Asher

“It’s alright,” Asher reassured her, but she shook her head at Aran repeatedly, her pallor indicating a deeper fear. She looked as if she might faint, teetering on the edge of collapse, her only tether being the presence of her son.

“Check me, Aran,” Asher offered, extending his hand toward the healer.

His mother’s gaze followed him, her anxious expression softening as she observed how safe it was for her to be checked. Slowly, she placed her trembling hand in Aran’s. Hesitation flickered in her eyes, but Aran’s gentle demeanor and calming words began to ease her fears. He spoke of their childhood, weaving a tale of friendship that seemed to resonate with her.

Asher’s expression remained stoic, but as his mother began to recognize him, the madness in his eyes dimmed, replaced by a newfound calmness.

“What exactly happened?” I asked Ronan, still grappling with the whirlwind of information. “Was Asher’s mother truly alive?”

It struck me then; Ronan had never explicitly stated that his mother had died.

“In an effort to prevent her from becoming pregnant again and to protect herself and others, Asher had someone confine her to the house where she lived before giving birth to him. Silver chains were the only thing keeping her from shifting and harming herself. Very few knew about her situation,” Ronan explained, his voice steady.

I blinked in surprise. So, Ronan had ventured to retrieve Asher’s mother to quell our conflict? She was the only one capable of reaching him, of stopping his descent into madness over her condition.

That was when I noticed—his mother was wearing my gown. It hung loosely on her frame, but it was undeniably mine. Just as I was about to inquire about it, a voice called out to me.

“Sera!”

“Lily!” I gasped, relief flooding through me as I rushed toward her. Was this a mirage? We embraced tightly, and the moment I felt her heartbeat, I knew she was truly alive. Not dead. “I was terrified when you fainted. Are you alright?” I noted how cold her body felt, how she trembled against me.

“I feel as if I’ve fallen into an odd dream… I can’t quite grasp what happened,” she explained, pulling back to scan the surroundings with fearful eyes. “Everyone was captured by the Alpha King’s wolves and brought here.”

I noticed the gloom that had clouded her face had lifted. The curse had dissipated. My gaze flicked to the she-wolves being untied by Alpha Hugo. Those who had succumbed to the curse were now awakening. No one had perished! Women, children—everyone was safe.

In my vision, I had seen them meet the most horrific ends.

My heart raced. “I turned my vision into a false one. Everyone is safe and alive,” I whispered, almost in disbelief. That had never happened before.

“Really, Sera?” Lily asked, her eyes wide with astonishment.

I nodded, clutching Ronan’s coat tightly around me. “Yes, for the first time, I managed to prevent my vision from coming true.”

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