When The Moon Hides Her Crown (Seraphina) by Pooja novel Chapter 288

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW

Silas impatiently paced around the temple. Petal had not returned for a week, all because she had been treating a man whom he had not seen since he entered the territory. That man had come from the Elysium Haven path, a forbidden path for Silas, and that was where the man had been taken for treatment.

Just then, Petal entered the temple, walking quickly.

“Petal!” Silas rushed toward her. “I was so worried about you.”

Petal smiled softly. Even without him saying it, she could clearly see his concern. “Don’t worry. I was just finishing a job,” she replied, heading toward her bedroom.

“But I told you never to leave the territory!” Silas followed her, frowning. “I didn’t even sense you were leaving!”

“Don’t worry, I had Aran with me when I left the territory,” she explained.

Silas’ expression twisted. He should have already predicted that only Aran possessed the power to help Petal exit the territory without him knowing.

He clenched his fists and asked, “That man was blindfolded, right? Why didn’t you bring him to the temple for treatment?”

“Because I didn’t get a good vibe from him,” she replied, sidestepping the question about the blindfold.

Silas entered her bedroom, stunned. “If that was the case, you should have brought him to the temple, Petal.”

“That would’ve meant putting the temple and its people in danger,” Petal replied, grabbing a clean set of clothes from her wardrobe.

“But we’re your protectors! We’re born to handle the danger in your way…”

“No…” Petal turned to face him, her red eyes growing a shade darker. “Being my protector doesn’t mean I will ever use any of you as a shield, Silas.” She walked closer to him, her eyes locking with his. “Each one of you is my family. There’s no one I’m willing to put in danger. If anything happened to any of you, I wouldn’t be able to bear it.”

Silas’ heart clenched as he felt her emotions, felt the protective shield she had built around her protectors since her birth. As her protectors, they could feel her through their bond.

“Petal,” he said, cupping her face, his voice thick with emotion, “I was just thirteen when I first held you in my arms. You’re precious to me, like my own blood and flesh. So please...please stay safe.”

Petal’s heart swelled at his words. She nodded softly, offering him a small smile. Silas held back his emotions, clearing his throat. “Lunch is ready. We’ll be waiting in the dining area.”

“I’ll be there shortly, after a shower,” she assured him.

“Okay,” he smiled and left the room.

He met Theo in the hallway, who immediately read the dark expression on Silas’ face.

“What’s wrong, Silas?”

“That man has definitely seen Petal!” Silas’s eyes burned with intensity.

Theo’s eyes widened. He knew that once anyone outside their circle saw Blood Petal, the outcome would be unpredictable. “Now what happens?”

“It has started,” Silas muttered, his jaw clenched as he looked up to the sky. “That man…bring me that man’s clothes.”

Far in the realm, Ryker returned to the cave where he had been sealed for a decade. He approached the hidden compartment holding the five nails, each infused with countless evil souls.

“Alpha,” Percy tossed Donna’s body at his feet.

Ryker's expression remained cold, as he suck her soul including absorbing memories, and knowledge about Petal. He opened his eyes chuckling, “My little flower…your Alpha is coming to claim you”

LYCAN KINGDOM

At the grand party of the Lycan Kingdom, the hall was filled with magic, music, and the dance of couples. Dread sat at the counter, nursing his drink as the eyes of every female in the room remained fixed on their sexy King. Yet, despite the attention, none dared approach him. The way he emptied an entire bottle of alcohol by himself made it clear to anyone watching, he was anything but calm.

“My King," one of the high-ranking female lycans in a white masquerade approached him, her voice dripping with seduction as she leaned closer, her attire barely concealing her chest. “May I have the honor of sharing a drink with you?”

The aristocracy in the room buzzed with excitement, whispering among themselves about the possibility of the Lycan King choosing her as his partner for the night. Hopes for an heir to the kingdom spread like wildfire throughout the party. He was about to snap at her when he felt a pair of eyes on him.

He glanced toward the dance floor, his gaze locking onto a woman in a long red gown and a black masquerade mask, standing alone and still. She had no scent, no aura, but every male in the room was entranced by her presence. Dread’s heart skipped a beat.

The woman turned sharply, only to bump into a tall Lycan who immediately took her hand. “Wanna dance, my lady?” he asked.

Before anyone could react, Dread growled low in his throat, a possessive surge flooding his chest. He stalked toward her, seized her hand, and pulled her into his embrace. “She is mine,” he declared.

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