"You are too weak to be my Luna. I, Alpha Draven, reject you." Those were the last words I heard before my world collapsed. He didn't know I was pregnant. He didn't know that the moment he turned his back on me, I swore never to let him hurt us again. So I ran. I buried the slave girl "Sera" and became Seraphina, the warrior. Five years later, fate—cruel and twisted—drags me back to him. I expected him to look through me, just like before. I was wrong. Cornered in the dimly lit hallway of the Alpha Summit, there is no escape. His body presses me against the wall, his scent of rain and dark forest overwhelming my senses. His fingers trace the new scar on my collarbone, his eyes burning with a dangerous mix of rage and hunger. "You smell different," he growls, his voice vibrating against my skin. "You smell like power... and milk." He leans closer, dangerously close to my ear. "And those twins I saw in the garden, Sera... tell me why they have my eyes?" I force a cold smile, hiding the trembling of my hands. "You must be mistaken, Alpha," I whisper. "Their father is dead to me." Draven’s grip tightens, his pupils dilating into pitch black. "Then why does my wolf want to tear the world apart to claim them... and you?" The game of hide and seek is over. The hunt has begun.