When The Moon Hides Her Crown (Seraphina) by Pooja novel Chapter 281

Chapter 281 The Hidden Queen

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW

From that day on, Petal returned to the Lycan realm each evening, and Dread waited for her in the same spot, his hand outstretched, as if afraid she might vanish at any moment. He would hold her hand until it was time for her to leave, always reluctantly letting go, but not without her promising to return the next day, never late.

They spent every moment together, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. Petal became accustomed to his touch, to the warmth of his presence, to the way they seemed to gravitate toward each other, never parting for long, whether in the hallways, the library, the dining room, or the bedroom. And every night, when she lay beside him on his bed, his hand would gently roam over her back, his gaze never leaving her, as if memorizing every detail of her being. Just like now.

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Petal’s cheeks flushed as she tried to focus on the book in her hands, but the weight of his attention made it impossible.

“Your book is here,” she nudged him gently with her elbow, her words a half–joking attempt to distract herself from the growing heat between them.

He glanced at the book, but his eyes quickly returned to her, narrowing playfully as he noticed where her gaze had landed, on the pictures more than the text.

“You can’t read, right?” He had noticed this pattern before, how she would study the English text, trying to make sense of it through the images.

Petal hesitated, caught off guard by his insight. “I can read, just…not this. I know other languages.” She met his gaze, searching for any judgment there.

But his expression remained the same open, patient, and without a trace of criticism, “Is that language anywhere? Someone else knows how to write and read that?”

She shook her head, “Only my people know how to write and read it. Since it is only in some books I write in my free time and on the wall of my house, there is no record of it,” she replied without thinking much.

The next she knew he handed her a piece of paper and a pen. “Teach me your language, and I’ll teach you mine.”

A smile tugged at Petal’s lips. “My language is something I created on my own. I don’t think anyone else in this world could understand it.”

“Then I definitely want to learn it,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her softly.

Flushed with a mixture of shyness and affection, Petal looked away, quickly scribbling two words on the paper. “Here.”

Dread’s eyes fell on the unfamiliar script. The letters were like nothing he had seen in

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ancient books, but they were beautiful, almost poetic. No wonder she had created it herself.

“What have you written?” he asked, curiosity gleaming in his violet eyes.

“Petal and Dread,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

His heart skipped a beat at hearing his name come from her lips, in her language. “I love it.”

Her gaze dropped shyly, and she handed him the paper. “Now it’s your turn.”

Dread took the paper and, with a steady hand, wrote down the words “Petal and Dread” in English. Petal, seeing the letters, knew exactly what they said without him needing to tell her. Their eyes met, and in that moment, there was a quiet understanding between them, an intimacy that went beyond words.

They smiled at each other, and, without another word, cuddled together in the bed. He began teaching her the English alphabet, the basics of reading and writing. She was a quick learner, picking up the letters faster than he had anticipated, while he struggled to catch up. Every time she boasted about her progress, he would tease her, pinning her gently down on the bed and stripping away one of her clothes.

He taught her the delicate, intimate lessons of what it meant for a man and a woman to be together; his lessons were always slow, cautious, as he fought to balance his growing hunger for her with the need to be patient. Yet, every lesson, every touch seemed to leave her restless, kept her awake at night with thoughts of him.

In those quiet, lonely hours, when she lay in the dark on her bed, her hand would wander between her legs, and she would moan his name, her body aching for him. “Dread,”

But little did she know, Silas, who had been passing by her room late one night, heard her.

Shaken by the name that itself sounded dangerous, he rushed outside into the courtyard of the temple and looked at the sky.

It was unusually cloudy and frightening. “What the hell is going on?”

Deep in a wizard’s realm, a naked man emerged from a cave, black smoke swirling around him. His feet crushed the holy seal that had bound him for a decade.

“That werewolf is out! That evil is free!” one of the wizards screamed in terror.

The ancient seal had confined the first werewolf to ever wield black magic, a being who at just seventeen consumed countless powerful bloodlines with his dark magic. Now, after a decade, the evil that had once terrorized the world was free again. A force that craved power, and lusted to claim it.

As the werewolf stepped into the village, the entire territory ignited in flames. The ground

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itself seemed to burn, trapping everyone in a blazing inferno. Screams filled the air as the villagers scrambled to escape, but no one could outrun the fire. Walking calmly through the chaos, the werewolf approached a wizard on his knees, head lowered in fear, trembling.

“So, is it you?” The werewolf’s voice echoed ominously.

The wizard clutched the key to the seal in his trembling hands replied. “Yes, it is I who freed you, risking my life,” he said, slowly lifting his head to meet the man’s piercing blue eyes. “And since I freed you, Ryker Wraithe… then you must-”

Before he could finish, the wizard’s head was cleanly severed from his body, falling to the ground with a sickening thud.

“Who said a lowlife like you can call me by my name?” Ryker murmured, stepping over the fallen body. He continued to walk, stopping at the edge of the village. From here, he could see the entire werewolf realm, changed, unrecognizable from the last time he laid eyes on it. But the power he sensed coming from it left his pulse racing. The realm that had no ruler to ten years ago was now dominated by something powerful that could not name but felt it to the point, his heart raced uncontrollably.

His wolf eyes gazed out over the realm as he bit his lips. “Looks like this time I will get to taste a power that will quench my thirst?”

THE LYCAN KINGDOM

“In the past three months, out of fifteen female lycans, seven have given birth to female lycans, my King. The birth rate of pureblood female lycans is increasing rapidly.” The lycan at the King’s side reported as the Lycan King, Dread Lord walked among the newborn babies, observing them quietly.

Since the creation of his kingdom at just sixteen years old, the Dread Lord had been working tirelessly to strengthen his realm, his blood, sweat, and sacrifices poured into making it thrive. One of his greatest efforts had been to increase the population of lycans. But the male lycan population has been overwhelming the females, and that posed a serious threat to the future of their race.

“The number of female births is still too low,” the Lycan King growled, his gaze turning sharp as he focused on his right–hand man. “The last report showed double the amount of pregnant females compared to the number of females that had actually given birth. What the hell is going on?” he demanded.

The man hesitated before responding, “My King, those females reported they had miscarriages.”

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