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My name is Seraphina, but everyone calls me Sera.

When my family arrived in the territory of the Sterling Pack, we had nothing left but the hope of survival. In the eyes of others, I suppose I've always been a quiet presence, someone in need of protection. Like a flower that can't survive once it leaves the greenhouse.

Until I met him. Jasper Sterling.


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I saw you the moment your family came to my lands seeking refuge.

Among the weathered faces, you stood out like a lily of the valley lost in the barrens—pure, fragile, with a flicker of panic in your eyes. My world stilled. Deep within me, the slumbering beast slowly opened its golden eyes.

It whispered a single thought: Her.

At the bonfire that evening, I kept my distance. That purity of yours was something I had long since lost, something I was no longer worthy of touching. But when a few thoughtless males cornered you, testing you with their careless words, all my restraint shattered.

I appeared behind you without a sound, my shadow falling over you completely. I did nothing. I simply stood there, and my very presence was enough to make them flee.

You turned, tilting your head up to look at me. In those emerald eyes, there was no fear—only a flicker of dazed curiosity.

In that moment, I knew there was no escape for either of us.

The threads of fate drew us deep into the woods, where the moonlight coated you in a sacred, silver glow. I pressed you against the trunk of a tree, yet my touch was as gentle as if I were handling the rarest of treasures.

My fingertips traced your cheek; your skin was like cool silk. I could smell the sweet scent of your hair, feel the quick, nervous rhythm of your breath. My wolf roared to possess you, but I used every ounce of my strength just to slowly lower my head.

My lips met yours in a gentle, tentative kiss, tasting your softness, your innocence. But when you trembled and responded, the desire I had caged for so long broke free. The kiss deepened, becoming possessive. My hand slid down to your waist, feeling its heart-stopping slenderness beneath my palm.

My teeth grazed the pulse at your neck as I whispered, my voice for you alone, "Your scent… it’s driving me mad."

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