Ex-Alpha's Regret: Siren's Comeback novel Chapter 64

POV: Seraphina

Elara didn't need to say a word. The news was written on her face, in the tear tracks that stained her cheeks, in the utter devastation that clouded her young eyes. She knelt before me, her body shaking with silent sobs, and told me everything. My father, the trap, the poison, the coma. The word she used was ‘unresponsive.' A polite term for a living death.

The pain was a physical entity. It was a white-hot nova that exploded in my chest, incinerating everything. The grief, the rage, the despair—it all fused together into a singular, unbearable agony. I felt a seismic shift deep within my soul, a cataclysmic breaking of a dam I didn't even know was there.

And in the silent, screaming void of that agony, my wolf rose.

She was not the gentle, slumbering spirit I remembered. She was a creature of pure, incandescent rage, forged in the fires of my pain. A magnificent, terrifying beast of pure silver light, her eyes burning with a cold, merciless fire. She did not roar. She did not need to. Her power was a silent, absolute thing. She rose within me, and her strength poured into my collapsing human form, not healing the wounds, but turning them into weapons. My grief became her focus. My despair became her resolve. My hatred became her fuel.

Our two consciousnesses, the broken woman and the avenging spirit, merged into one. And the result was a chilling, absolute calm.

The tears stopped. The shaking ceased. I stood, and my movements were fluid, deliberate. I was Seraphina Thorne, but I was also something more. Something older, and far, far more dangerous.

My second move was one of pure, desperate damage control.

"Assemble my top medical unit," I commanded. "The specialists from the capital. Get them to the Thorne citadel. Secretly. I want them to have everything they need—resources, blood supplies, whatever it takes. Spare no expense. You will tell Alpha Elias that these are my personal physicians, sent as a sign of goodwill to help my beloved father-in-law recover. And you will find a cure for that poison if you have to burn down every apothecary in the five territories to do it."

I was trying to put out a forest fire with a bucket of water, a desperate, pathetic attempt to undo the undoable. I was trying to save Marcus Thorne, not out of love, but out of a paralyzing fear of his daughter.