Chapter 4 Vow Of Revenge

• Seraphina’s POV
• Damien's voice was like strong liquor, carrying a dangerous allure as it rang in my ears.
• I was lying on his solid, muscular chest, completely frozen.
• Me?
• Lead?
• An ordinary she-wolf, to lead the almighty Lycan King?
• Intense fear and shame made it hard for me to breathe.
• I dared not move, not even my eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.
• I could feel his steady, powerful heartbeat in his chest, pounding against my eardrums, making me dizzy.
• His scent was overpowering, filled with aggression. The sharp pine mixed with a hint of blood enveloped me, leaving me with nowhere to escape.
• Time seemed to freeze in that moment.
• He didn't rush me; his deep eyes stared at me without blinking, as if trying to suck in my entire soul.
• In his eyes, I saw undisguised desire.
• And… a hint of incomprehensible, almost obsessive madness.
• I wanted to escape, to get away from this dangerous man, to retreat to a corner that, though cold, was at least familiar.
• But then, out of nowhere, Aiden's cold and disdainful face flashed in my mind.
• I remembered his ruthless betrayal at the Moon Goddess Festival.
• I recalled how he gave the life-saving Moon Soul Herb to Amber, disregarding my safety.
• I remembered every humiliating word he said to me.
• "You're just a marriage tool that can be replaced at any time…"
• "You, a disabled wolf, are not worthy of such a pure sacred object…"
• A surge of hatred rose like a snake from the depths of my heart.
• Why?
• Why could Aiden trample on my five years of sincerity?
• Why could Amber take away everything that should have been mine?
• Why could they decide my life and death from their high horses, while I could only cower in a corner, silently enduring?
• No!
• I refuse!
• If Aiden can disregard my life for Amber's sake, then why can't I indulge myself for once?
• Why should I hold onto this ridiculous purity for him?
• And the man in front of me, Damien Volkov…
• He is the king of all werewolf tribes.
• He is powerful, mysterious, and possesses a power that can make the whole world tremble.
• The entire Sterling Pack, in front of him, is nothing but a group of ants that can be easily crushed.
• He… is the only weapon I have for revenge!
• Once this thought arose, it spread like wild vines, instantly entwining all of my rationality.
• I took a deep breath, suppressing the fear and trembling in my heart.
• Raising my silver-gray eyes, which appeared particularly bright due to tears, I met Damien's jealous golden eyes burning with flames.
• "Don't you want to know if I still have feelings for him?"
• My voice trembled slightly but was unusually firm.
• "From now on… my heart, my body, my soul… All belong to you and only you."
• With that, I leaned in.
• I imitated the way he had kissed me just now, lowered my head, and clumsily kissed his lips with my slightly cool lips.
• His lips were thin, with a hint of whiskey's chill and a faint tobacco taste.
• I could feel his sturdy body stiffen as I kissed him.
• My kiss was erratic, moving downward and landing on his Adam's apple. Then I lightly licked it with my tongue.
• This action completely ignited the last trace of Damien's sanity.
• "Ah…"
• A suppressed rough breath escaped the man's throat, and his sexy Adam's apple rolled fiercely, sounding particularly clear in the silent night.
• I heard it.
• That sound sent a shiver down my whole body.
• My body trembled slightly, feeling my heart beating so fast as I kissed him.
• My kiss continued downward, landing on his sexy collarbone, then to his well-defined chest.
• I reached out with trembling hands, imitating his earlier actions, gently exploring his hot skin.
• "Damn it…"
• The man breathed heavily, grabbing my wandering hand on his body, flipping over, and pinning me tightly beneath him.
• He bit my red lips, his voice hoarse to the extreme. "You little thing, you learn fast."
• With that, he fiercely kissed me again.
• This time, I didn't lose focus.
• Every drop of blood in my body was heated by his kisses.
• I no longer resisted, no longer struggled, and even began to actively respond to him.
• My hands were held tightly above my head by him, unable to move, and I was imprisoned at the head of the bed.
• I let out a helpless whimper, unsure if it was the lingering effects of the drug, I wanted more, more…
• At that moment, I couldn't think of anyone or anything.
• The ambiguous, hot air in the room turned into honey, blending with the moonlight streaming in from outside.
• …
• I don't know how long had passed.
• When everything settled down, I lay exhausted next to him, not even able to move a finger.
• I could feel clearly that there seemed to be a deeper connection between us.
• It was a soulful imprint, more profound and indelible than the first mark.
• I could smell that my scent seemed to have taken on his sharp pine fragrance.
• It was as if I had truly become his possession.
• After a while, I heard the man's deep and satisfied voice above me.
• "Now, you can tell me what you want from me."
• I didn't answer immediately.
• I turned around and looked at the man who was so close.
• The moonlight outlined his perfect profile, his deep eyes shining remarkably in the darkness.
• I reached out and gently touched his face, saying clearly and firmly, word by word:
• "I want the Sterling Pack. I want Aiden and Amber to pay for everything they did today!"
• The man, upon hearing my words, didn't seem surprised.
• He grabbed the hand that was caressing his cheek, brought it to his lips, and lightly kissed it. There was a glint of pleasure and danger in his eyes, and a cruel curve on his thin lips.
• "Alright."
• "From today on, your enemies are my prey."