When The Moon Hides Her Crown (Seraphina) by Pooja novel Chapter 231

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

**Chapter 231: The Dreadlord**

Perched atop the towering Academy building, Aran surveyed the tumultuous scene unfolding below him. The once orderly corridors, which had echoed with the sounds of learning and camaraderie, were now engulfed in a cacophony of chaos. Jude had whisked Grace away, Elder Milton had unfurled his enormous wings, preparing for flight, and the remaining Alphas were raising their voices in a furious clamor, each one vying for the right to claim the coveted Supreme Alpha throne. Their anger reached a fever pitch when the shocking truth emerged: Seth Darven, long thought to be a male, was, in fact, a woman masquerading in disguise. The entire trial, they claimed, had been riddled with injustice.

“This is a nightmare,” William murmured, his voice trembling with anxiety as he stood a few paces behind Aran. He could hardly tear his gaze away from the pandemonium that was unfolding. “Is there anything we can do, Healer Aran?” His eyes were wide with desperation. “We must intervene; this is a catastrophe!”

Aran’s response was quiet, laden with a peculiar weight. “No one can change the course of events now, William. Some occurrences are destined to unfold, and the chaos you see… is merely a prelude to what lies ahead.”

A shiver crawled down William’s spine, a sense of foreboding settling in. “What do you mean, Healer Aran? What could possibly be worse than this?”

The healer remained silent, his gaze drifting toward the horizon where five bloodline curtains shimmered ominously into existence.

“What the…” William’s words faltered, caught in his throat as shock widened his eyes. He had witnessed the curtains burn before, but this time, the flames were an unnatural black. “They’re igniting again,” he whispered, taking an involuntary step back. “But… now they burn with black fire?” Panic surged within him as he turned sharply to Aran. “What does that signify? What does black fire mean? It feels… cursed!”

“It is,” Aran replied, his voice barely above a whisper, his gaze narrowing as he focused on the central curtain, the Nightbane bloodline, now entwined with the curling flames of the Volkstane bloodline. His breath hitched in his throat. “Those two…” He suddenly froze, the realization striking him like a dagger.

William’s panic escalated. “What about them, Healer Aran?! What do you know?”

Aran did not answer him. Instead, he stepped closer to the burning curtains that belonged to Ronan and Seraphina, his expression locked in a state of shock, eyes wide and trembling, beads of sweat forming at his temples. “They are soulmates and…” A flicker of movement drew his attention.

A small, ethereal bird was soaring toward the Academy, its faint glow cutting through the smoky air. Aran’s breath caught in his throat.

‘Silas?’ he whispered, disbelief washing over him.

The bird veered away from the main building, guided by Seraphina’s scent. It settled silently on a tall tree just outside the corridor where she walked, flanked by two Council wolves, two ahead and two behind her.

As Seraphina’s gaze drifted toward the window, her breath caught in her throat. Below, a line of sleek black Council cars was parked, but it was the lone white vehicle among them that made her heart stutter in recognition.

“Dad,” she breathed, the word escaping her lips like a prayer.

‘He’s really here to take us,’ Phina murmured within her mind, a mixture of dread and hope swirling inside her.

“Keep moving!” barked the man behind her, shoving her forward with a rough hand. “Or I swear I’ll break your bones. Don’t think I’ll show you mercy just because you’re the King’s bride; you’re a criminal in their eyes right now.”

Seraphina’s wolf growled low in her mind, every instinct screaming at her to turn and rend the man apart. Yet, she merely glanced over her shoulder, meeting his eyes with icy defiance before turning back to continue down the corridor.

She had made a silent vow to herself: she would not act until she saw her father.

Suppressing her anger and ignoring the crude remarks about her hair cascading around her hips, Seraphina forced herself to maintain her composure. Unbeknownst to her, the small bird perched above was observing her every move, its keen eyes locked onto her figure.

“Seraphina Nightbane… your disguise is finally unveiled.”

A satisfied smile crept across Silas’s lips as he watched her, her long hair flowing freely, her unmistakable scent wafting through the air.

Theo, standing beside Silas’s chair, smirked with a gleam of approval in his eyes. “Her father’s already here, just as you anticipated. He’ll whisk her away from the Academy before she turns twenty-one. You were right; why should we step into an academy full of werewolves when we can make others do the dirty work for us?”

Silas leaned back in his chair, his smile growing wider. “Now we wait for the opportune moment. Stay alert; if the situation shifts, we strike. Once she’s out….”

He halted abruptly, nearly biting his tongue as a sudden unease washed over him. His expression faltered, a shadow crossing his features.

Ronan’s voice lowered, thick with restraint. “Then when?” He threaded his fingers through her hair, drawing her face closer, his words low and filled with yearning. “I will obliterate every being that has harmed you, Seraphina.” The possessive growl of his wolf underscored his vow.

“Okay,” she replied softly, pressing her lips to his. “But trust me. Allow me to handle this first. I will call for you when I’m done. Trust that I will return to you. Let me go now.”

His grip on her hair tightened, reluctance evident as he kissed her deeply, murmuring against her mouth, “Alright. Go… but remember, if anything goes awry, I will come. And when I do, you will not stop me.”

“Okay,” she breathed, her heart racing.

He enveloped her in his aura as they deepened their kiss, shutting out the tumult of the world around them.

**Chapter 231: The Dreadlord**

Meanwhile, far away, Silas collapsed to the floor, his eyes wide with horror, scrambling backward as he witnessed Ronan’s terrifying red power.

“D-Dreadlord?” he gasped, the name choking him.

Theo, alarmed, crouched beside him. “What’s wrong, Silas?”

Silas scrambled to his feet, panic coursing through him. “This is impossible; it cannot be happening! We must get her out of the Academy IMMEDIATELY!!”

Their carefully laid plans, hinging on Darius Nightbane, suddenly seemed utterly futile. Terror laced his voice. “What could have changed so suddenly?”

Silas turned on him, his eyes blazing with fear and fury. “Do exactly as I commanded before WE LOSE HER AND HE COMES FOR US!!”