Chapter 315 The Ties That Bind
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW
“Wound’s still too deep,” Felix said worriedly as he continued healing Ronan’s injury.
“Felix,” Ronan murmured, his voice low, “did my son live well?”
Felix’s heart tightened as he saw the father from nine hundred years ago still present in Ronan’s eyes.
“Yes, my king,” Felix answered, his voice gentle. “He lived well, ruled the realm just as you would have, and became a great king. How could he not, when you and the queen blessed him with your shadows? Even though you both left, he never truly felt alone. He always felt your presence around him.”
Ronan’s restless heart eased just a fraction. Earlier, when they were in her bedroom in the temple, Seraphina had been in tears, grieving for their son–the child they had been forced to leave behind. But now, Ronan felt a quiet sense of relief knowing their son had been in the best of hands.
“Does the queen know that your son died when she sent him to you?” Felix hesitantly asked.
Ronan’s expression shifted instantly, “No, and she should never find out,”
The child, born from their forbidden love, had been destined to die if both the Blood Petal and Dread Lord lived. Dread had learned of the child’s death when he held the lifeless body in his arms. In his grief, Dread had vanished with Blood Petal, and he moment both of their time stopped, their son returned to life.
“He married a beautiful female lycan,” Felix continued, “and they had three children. He carried on your legacy with pride.”
Ronan smiled, his heart swelling with happiness at the thought of their son. “Make sure to tell Seraphina about him. She will be very happy to hear it.”
Felix nodded, a small smile on his face, just as Asher entered the room.
Felix excused himself quietly, leaving Asher to take his seat across from Ronan.
Asher studied him for a moment before asking, “You good?”
Ronan shot him a cold glare. “What the hell did you do back then? Whose friend are you? How could
you block my hearing when you knew Seraphina was about to do something crazy?”
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Asher leaned back in his chair with a lazy smile. “I knew you wouldn’t let her go, even if she decided to do something deadly. Who knows you better than I do? I knew exactly what you’d do.”
Ronan’s glare deepened. “You fucking know me too well.”
“Of course,” Asher chuckled, tossing Ronan a shirt.
Ronan groaned as he pulled the shirt on, muttering under his breath, “Finn seems to know
too…
Asher met Ronan’s gaze, the weight of his unspoken words hanging between them. “Is there something I don’t know about him?” Ronan asked, his eyes narrowing.
Asher’s expression shifted, and he nodded. “Yes,” he said slowly. “Our bond with Blood Petal and Dread Lord–it’s older than one can think. There’s more to it than anyone can fully understood.”
Ronan sat silent listening Asher about him curse being in the river down the cliff and Finn’s demonic energy in the flower garden.
Standing in the middle of the temple, watched her home with a smile. Her temple had been reduced to ruins, and though she had lost some people, the atmosphere here was filled with joy. Everyone seemed happy, except one person who was still in tears, hiding behind the pillars in the distance, Silas. He was wiping his tears away again and again, but his emotions betrayed him.
Unable to face Seraphina in his current emotional state, he decided to quietly leave. But just as he turned…
“You’re here,” Seraphina’s voice rang out, like it always had when she was a child.
Silas‘ heart skipped a beat in surprise, then clenched with the force of her bright smile. More tears flooded from his eyes as he looked away, trying to hide his face. But Seraphina didn’t let him.
She walked toward him and pulled him into a tight hug. “Why are you still crying? I’m alive and safe. Please…I don’t want you in tears.”
Silas wrapped his arms around her, his hands shaking with emotion. “I’m so happy. So happy you’re back, Seraphina,” his voice broke, trembling with uncontrollable feeling.
Seraphina closed her eyes in relief, savoring the moment. Then she pulled away slightly, her own eyes misty. “I’m also happy to have you back, Silas. You’re family.”
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He swallowed hard, overwhelmed by the weight of his emotions. “Earlier, when you were gone again, and Dread Lord was crying for you, destroying everything, challenging heaven…I realized how wrong I was about him. I always thought it was because of him that we might lose you. But in reality, you two were always meant to be. I’m thankful to Dread Lord for being there for you, for never leaving you alone. Even though we, your protectors, failed to do so…”
Seraphina shook her head, her expression soft. “No, Silas. If there’s anything good in my life, it’s you, my protectors. You’re part of me, and I can’t lose you.” Her gaze shifted beyond him, where Aran stood quietly, observing them.
Silas followed her gaze and noticed Aran approaching. Without a word, Aran embraced Seraphina, his emotions too strong for words. He opened his mouth to speak but found his voice stuck in his throat. Instead, he simply hugged Seraphina tightly, grateful beyond
measure.
The sun broke through the clouds, brightening the sky as Seraphina looked up at the ruins of her temple. Her eyes then turned toward the heart of the Lupine Academy, where Elysium Haven once stood, a new beginning.
Nine hundred years later, a new chapter had begun.
Seraphina exited the ruins and walked toward the flower garden, where a tall figure stood with his back to her, his hands tucked into his pockets.
She stopped a few paces away as Finn turned around, locking eyes with her. “You came,” he said, his voice soft yet steady.
The familiar feeling she always experienced in this flower garden nine hundred years ago returned, filling her chest as Finn stood there amidst the blooming flowers. He was always there with her that time.
Seraphina smiled. “Were you waiting for me?”
Finn nodded, taking a step closer. “I wanted to see you before I left.”
Seraphina’s smile wavered. “Where are you going?”
A soft smile tugged at his lips. “Seraphina, I’m a devil, the king of hell but I don’t live in hell. Yet,”
Seraphina felt a flush of embarrassment, but she couldn’t help but marvel at the smile, one that rarely appeared on his usually unreadable face.
“Are you going to the werewolf Council?” she asked.
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He paused, the weight of his thoughts reflecting in his eyes before he spoke. “I only took the Council Head’s position to find the Blood Petal, Seraphina. But in the chaos of trying to destroy it, I exposed you, forgetting our bond. In this new beginning for your realm, I don’t need to stay here.”
Seraphina shook her head, her voice soft yet firm. “What happened between us can’t be undone, Finn. But I know that when we were at the Academy, even though you pretended to be a soft, gentle Alpha, you were always my true friend. And I saw that again, when you came to the war, not for obligation but for me.”
She took a step closer, her eyes meeting his. “I know it’s a selfish request, but this realm still needs someone with your strength on the Council. The title doesn’t compare to your own throne, but I would be honored if you remained as the Head of the Council. And above all, I’d be honored to have you as my friend.”
Finn’s expression softened, his lips curling into a rare, genuine smile. “We’ve always been friends, Seraphina. But I’d like to see you this way again,” he said, his voice low and sincere.
Seraphina’s heart swelled, her smile brightening. “Yes.”
Just then, her gaze caught sight of Asher, standing by the cliff with the river flowing beneath it.
Finn’s eyes followed her gaze, and he looked past her at the figure in the distance. Seraphina turned around, only to find Ronan standing behind her.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she smiled, running to him. “You’re back.”
Ronan pulled her into his embrace, his arms wrapping around her waist. “Yes,” he replied, his voice filled with warmth.
Together, they turned to look at Asher and Finn. The four of them stood there, smiling at one another, friends, allies, and family, united in this new beginning.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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