The Alpha’s Rebellious Fiancee novel Chapter 12

Lucien’s POV

Lyra—or Seraphina, as she insists I call her now.

Yeah, that name suits her. It sounds royal. Sharp. Untouchable.

And I’m not even going to lie—she looked the part. Dressed in silver, her hair pinned back with elegant braids, her chin lifted like she belonged on a throne. Not in my room scrubbing the floors.

I watched her from the corner of my eye as we rode through the woods. She didn’t talk much, just stared out the window like she was already far away from me. And maybe she was. Maybe she always had been.

I hated that I noticed the way the light hit her cheekbones. Or the way her lips moved silently, as if she were repeating words only the Moon Goddess could hear.

I never paid attention to her in the two years she worked in my home.

Not once.

And now… I couldn’t not notice her.

Deep down, yeah, I felt like a jackass. She lived in my pack, served my family, took beatings with her head down. I never asked why. Never even looked twice.

But I can’t turn back time. And truth be told, I still don’t trust her. She kept secrets. And secrets in a pack are dangerous.

So, no—I didn’t like her. Not really. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

But that didn’t stop me from watching her. We were barely twenty minutes away from Hawthorne when the carriage wheel hit a snag. The whole damn thing groaned and tilted to the side.

I swore under my breath and jumped out. To my surprise, so did she. Without hesitation, Seraphina stepped off the carriage and crouched beside the wheel. Her hands, still decorated with faint healing scars, reached for the wooden frame.