When The Moon Hides Her Crown (Seraphina) by Pooja novel Chapter 300

Chapter 300 Where to fier

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW

A thrill surged through Ryker’s veins as he tasted Seraphina’s blood, the sharp, intoxicating sensation setting his senses alight. His long years of yearning and insatiable desire flared, and he reluctantly pulled his fangs from her flesh, his grip tightening around her limp, unconscious form.

The mark between her brows had vanished, and now, she was no more than a werewolf. Just Seraphina.

“Only mine,” he murmured, his lips curling into an obsessive smile as he licked the blood from his lips. He gazed down at her broken, vulnerable state, the withered flower he had always longed to possess now cradled in his arms. “I love you, Seraphina,” he whispered, his voice dark with possessiveness. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers in a hungry kiss before lifting her in his arms and carrying her upstairs to the bedroom, where the healers were already waiting.

“Check on her,” he commanded coldly. “I want her to wake up immediately.”

The healers scrambled into action, two tending to the wound on her neck, while another hesitated before speaking, his voice cautious. “Marking without mating is incredibly dangerous, Alpha King. It’s already a miracle she’s still alive.”

Ryker’s eyes flickered with impatience, but his resolve was unwavering. He was already aware of the risks; he just didn’t care. The moment he dragged her into the palace, all he wanted was to her to fuck her right then and there on that cold floor. Still he held back. Marking her was his first priority. He had waited centuries for this moment. He approached her unconscious form, brushing a thumb over her cheek with a smirk. “Then it’s time to mate, my little flower.” His lips parted in a silent growl as he drank in the sight of her; beautiful, delicate, and entirely his.

The moment he had dreamed of for nine hundred years was finally here. “Everyone out!” he barked, his voice final and commanding.

The healers quickly vacated the room, as Ryker had already stripped out of his shirt but Percy lingered, stepping closer to Ryker with a hesitant expression.

“Alpha,” Percy said softly, “In the kingdom, the Alpha King first holds a wedding and presents his Luna Queen to the realm before the mating and marking ceremony. Without the wedding, she will never be officially recognized as your Luna.”

Ryker’s expression twisted into a bitter scowl. “Who created that fucked–up rule?”

“It has been a tradition for centuries,” Percy replied carefully, “The other Alphas follow it, though none would dare speak against you. If things are done out of order, it is just that she will never be seen as your true Luna Queen.”

Ryker’s jaw tightened in frustration. For nine hundred years, he had focused solely on increasing his power and hunting for the Blood Petal. He had paid little attention to the kingdom’s rules, rituals, or traditions. But now, with Seraphina in his grasp, he wanted the entire world to know that she was his.

In order to break her completely, to tear away any shred of hope she had left for a future outside of his grasp, he needed to mark her not only in body but also in society. The mark of the Luna Queen. His Luna Queen.

With a growl of frustration, Ryker pulled his hand back, his gaze cold. “Prepare for the wedding.”

Percy bowed, understanding his King’s command. “Understood.”

Ryker bent down to kiss Seraphina once more, his lips fierce and wild against hers. “In just a few hours, you will be mine completely, my little flower.”

Turning sharply, he strode out of the room, a raging storm of desire and lust building within him. The wait would be excruciating, but he would make her his. All of her. Forever.

Chapter 300 Where Is Ho

When Seraphina woke up it was already the sun was brightly shining in the sky. It was already noon the next day. Due to the blood loss she had been out for that long. The maids came and went delivering food and over the hours it had turned cold but she sat by the window the whole time, her gaze fixed on the lush greenery outside. The wind of the Werewolf Realm had changed and she realized that everyone had known she was marked.

The tag of Luna Queen that she had run from almost all of her life had finally been pinned to her name.

Two she–wolves entered the room, their arms laden with stuff.

“Luna Queen,” they knelt before her, their heads lowered in respect. “Please, allow us to help you get dressed.”

Seraphina’s eyes shifted to the black gown, sandals, jewelry, and makeup in their hands. “What is this for?” she asked, her voice hollow.

Hesitantly, one replied, “It’s for your wedding to the Alpha King this evening.”

Seraphina stilled at the words even though she knew it was coming. His mark on her neck from the previous day still burned and pained her skin.

“Please, let us help you,” they requested.

Seraphina remained still for a long moment, her gaze noticing the way their fingers shook with fear that she would refuse them. Finally, she rose and moved toward them.

“I will prepare for a bath first.”

One she–wolf hurried to the bathroom, while the other approached her with the clothes. But Seraphina halted her as she touched her clothes to help her undress. “I can do this myself.”

“My apologies, my Luna Queen,” the she–wolf said, her voice trembling. “But the Alpha King has ordered us to help you with everything. If we don’t, we will be punished.”

Seraphina stepped into the bathroom, slipping into the rose and milk bath they had prepared. Its warmth did nothing to thaw the cold in her heart. She stayed there, motionless, until they were done helping her in the bath and then helped her into the black gown.

Sitting before the mirror like a statue, Seraphina stared at her reflection with dead eyes. THe red bite mark screamed its presence on her neck. The she–wolves worked in silence, styling her hair and applying her makeup. As the sun began to set, they neared the completion of their task.

Seraphina’s gaze lingered on the black heels they slipped onto her feet. The sight of them reminded her of the dark nightmares where she had seen something like this very scene in Ryker’s bedchamber. Now they were just new and modern fashion high heels.

“The Alpha King is waiting for you in the Grand Hall, my Queen,” one of the she–wolves said, opening the door wide.

Seraphina blinked, her trance broken. She rose to her feet as the she–wolves moved aside. Tossing the hem of her gown, she stepped out of the room, holding a bridal bouquet of black roses in her hand. The palace around her felt both familiar and alien.

It was the palace that had always been behind the Royal Pack of puppet Alpha kings. The dark side of the royal palace that no one ever knew. Ryker’s palace.

The she–wolves guided her down the dark, silent halls, and as they reached a large closed door, they excused themselves, leaving her alone. A moment later, the door creaked open.

Chapter 300 Wire to 1167

Seraphina stepped inside, her gaze lifting to find Ryker sitting on his throne, his eyes locked onto her as though he had never torn his gaze from the door. He looked her up and down as if drinking in the beauty and aura that she emitted. The Grand Hall was filled with the most powerful Alphas of the realm, seated in two rows. All their eyes were on her, some recognized her as the daughter of Alpha Darious as she walked down. the aisle toward the man who dressed exactly the same as he had nine hundred years ago.

Ryker smirked, his eyes admiring the mark on Seraphina’s neck as she stood motionless in the middle of the room, the weight of his gaze heavy upon her. The silence stretched, thick with tension, as her amber eyes remained fixed on him.

Percy stepped forward with a respectful bow, his voice laced with politeness. “Please, take your seat beside your Alpha King, Luna Queen.”

The room held its collective breath, eyes glued on Seraphina as she stood still, unmoving. Her gaze never wavered from Ryker, determined and sharp.

Percy hesitated, sensing the shift in the air, before repeating himself. “My Queen, please, take the seat beside your Alpha King…”

Seraphina cut him off, her voice cold and cutting. “Where is he?”

A dead silence fell over the Grand Hall, the stillness only broken by Ryker’s eyes, which turned cold as ice.

Percy, though visibly rattled, forced a smile and took a step forward. “My Queen, please, take the seat beside your Alpha King-”

“That’s exactly what I’m asking you,” Seraphina’s voice dropped in pitch, and her cold amber gaze shifted to Percy, sending a chill down his spine. “Where is the Alpha King?”

The entire hall seemed to hold its breath as Percy’s smile faltered. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple.

Seraphina’s eyes, now glinting with icy defiance, lifted to meet Ryker’s furious gaze. She didn’t flinch. “Don’t tell me it’s you,” she said softly, almost mockingly, before dropping the bouquet onto the floor with a soft thud. A smile tugged at her lips, “What a disappointment,” she added with a tilt of her head. “I had such high expectations…but it turned out to be just a mere dark magic user.”

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