The alpha's cursed vow

med before her like an ancient fortress, its dark, towering walls speaking of strength, pride, and centuries of tradition. The flickering lights inside cast lo

he air seemed to crackle with hostility it all pointe

he Blackveil Pack, witche

through her thoughts, his hand briefly brushing ag

e was a constant force, anchoring h

id if they try to kill

was no mistaking the gravity of his warning. Se

e was a distance between them a wall he ha

at hated her very existence. The night she had agreed to m

ve, and her place within the pack

ck's warriors, standing tall and imposing, their expressions unreadabl

nd Seraphina approached. He was tall, his dark eyes filled with contempt. "What's the Alpha thinking? Letting a filth like her walk on our g

blood, feel the witch's power radiating off her in waves, and it disgusted them. Dorian's hand curl

his presence commanded

w louder, and Seraphina could feel her pulse quicken. "Didn't think the Alpha was fo

ouble." Seraphina lifted her chin, standing tall despite the weight of their hatr

ng to cower. She had lived through worse. She had fought for her

and his silence spoke volumes. She could feel the weight of his

ed it." The wolves fell silent, startled by her defiance. They weren't used to witches speaking so boldly, let alone challenging them. Their surprise was clear, but it was the next words that came from the warrior's mouth that made Seraphina's blood boil. "Bold word

less witch. She had been trained for moments like these-when her life was on the line, when her very existence was a th

ancient bloodline of the Vale witches that flowed through her veins. With a flick of her wrist, the air arou

er movements fluid and precise, and with a snap of her fingers, the ground beneath him cracked open, trapping his

into the air, his arms flailing as he gasped for breath

omething the Blackveil Pack had never experienced before. She brought him down slowly, the mag

t," she said coldly. "But if you're going to make me, know this I will not lose. You will not break me." The warrior glared at her, his pride wounded

pect?" the warrior spat, though there was an edge of

Blackveil Pack knew it. Dorian stood at the edge of the clearing, his eyes fixed on her. His express

but meet his gaze, her heart pounding as she realized that, desp

thing. His packmates were still silent, watching her wi

ghtly. The warrior finally bowed his head. "You've earned your place

ldn't explain. There was a flicker of something in his gaze something she wasn't sure she was ready to face. "You've made an im

ifted high. "I'm not here to make friends. I'm here t

een her power, and that power would change things. The Blackveil Pack may despise witches, but Seraphina h

tone. Fear. Respect. And perhaps, for the first time, curiosity. Seraphina Vale wasn't just a witch