When The Moon Hides Her Crown (Seraphina) by Pooja novel Chapter 307

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW

“Again with that look,” Ryker purred. “Bloodthirsty, promising death…” His eyes glittered with malevolence. “But I want to see the look of withered defeat I adore most. I want to see you broken, Seraphina.”

He raised his hand and locked eyes with her, a twisted grin spreading across his face. “I’ve let you play long enough, Seraphina.” His gaze flicked to Asher mercilessly kicking the remaining wolves out of the window while his curse wrapped around Alpha Darious as a shield so that he could carry Grace’s body out of the room. Then his gaze turned to Ronan, who was still fighting Dante and had injured Dante to the point that Dante’s entire face was bloody and unrecognizable. Finally, his attention returned to Seraphina. His heart seethed with hatred as he glanced at the torn mark on her neck and the ruins of the palace he had built over nine hundred years.

“You should never have betrayed me for Dread Lord,” Ryker muttered. The sky thundered, and the surroundings exploded in chaos, as if the very land itself was reacting to his rage. As the dust settled, they all found themselves standing in an open area, exposed to the elements.

Seraphina stood, and a strange darkness seemed to curl around her as Ryker’s voice echoed through the space. “You should have loved me, not Ronan, when I presented myself to you like a man, not a beast, like you asked me to become.”

An eerie silence fell over the scene, and Seraphina’s eyes widened as she realized the darkness growing around them.

“You should never have looked at me with those eyes full of concern when I was burnt,” Ryker continued, “those eyes that made me fall in love with you…” The sky roared above him as he finished, “now this Ryker Wraithe will burn this entire world in your love.”

The empty space suddenly filled with figures, standing as far as the eye could see. Everyone was frozen, unable to move as they looked at the strange, unknown people who surrounded them.

Asher’s eyes scanned the crowd, his breath slowed, until his gaze met Felix’s. The old wizard appeared shaken, his face pale.

“Who are they?” Asher asked, his voice tight.

Instead of Felix, it was Aran who answered, his voice somber. “The people who died at Ryker’s hands over the last nine hundred years.”

Asher followed Ronan’s line of sight, his eyes narrowing when he saw where Ronan’s gaze was fixed. On Seraphina, who stood as if paralyzed, surrounded by hundreds of she-wolves. All of them were staring at her.

The females of Elysium Haven.

All the women who had once been Seraphina’s entire life, her entire world, now stood in front of her but none of them were alive.

“Kill the Blood Petal who killed us,” they all said in unison, their voices echoing in a chilling harmony that sent Seraphina’s heart racing with guilt and pain. The memories of her killing them with her powers flooded her mind.

“You killed us!” The voices grew louder, and they began to close in on her. “YOU ABANDONED US!!”

“You should never have said a word about my child,” Ronan growled.

Dante’s blood ran cold at the sight of Ronan’s fury. Meanwhile, the souls of the women from Elysium Haven screamed in unison, their voices filling the air.

“YOU BETRAYED US!! YOU ABANDONED US!!”

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed through the room. The air shifted as a blue aura filled the space. In an instant, the souls were thrown back, screaming as they were expelled from Seraphina.

Aran glanced back with wide eyes as he saw the source of the force.

“Alpha Finn!”