Alpha of her Heart

CHAPTER 6

ALPHA CASSIAN crossed his arms as he stood at the edge of his study, staring out the tall window and watching as night crept across the soaked forest. It had rained again. But it had already stopped hours ago, and the storm had left its mark with broken branches, flooded paths, and the lingering scent of wet earth and unanswered questions.

Cassian looked at the necklace in his hand. The pendant was warmly glowing. He turned it back and saw the name… Seris.

“Seris…” he whispered. He believed this necklace belonged to his mate. The necklace had the same scent as his mate. So, he assumed that the name engraved on the back of the necklace was his mate’s name.

Until now, his mate was still asleep. It'd been a week since he found her, and yet she was still in a deep slumber.

According to Elena, that was normal because her body was recovering. They don’t have to rush for her to wake up, because it won’t do anything good for her health.

But it was Cassian who was anxious. He cannot stay still until he sees his mate open her eyes.

And the Poison Witch, they lost track of her again. They don’t know where to start looking for her again. Until now, Nyxaria was still wanted by the witches and the werewolves. But he doesn’t care about them. If he caught Nyxaria, he would kill her.

“Alpha.”

It was Noah who entered Alpha’s study with his shoulder tense and holding a report in one hand.

Cassian didn’t turn to face his Beta. “Report.”

Noah cleared his throat before speaking. “Alpha, we searched for every known record. Every archive, birth registries, rogue census, and even our allied witches.”

“And?”

“There’s nothing about the Luna. No mention of a half-werewolf and half-witch named Seris. No town or village claims her. No family lines. Not even a foster record.”

Cassian’s eyes narrowed. He growled and faced Noah. “Her parents?”

Noah shook his head. The scar across his cheek caught the soft light. “Nothing, Alpha, as if she never existed.”

Cassian’s ash-gray eyes gleamed but only for a moment. “You’re telling me she was created?”

“No, Alpha. I’m saying someone erased her.”

Cassian’s hand fisted. The words hung in the air like the last note of a funeral bell. He looked out the window again. “Nyxaria,” he whispered. “She’s the one who made my mate suffer." His fist clenched. "And I’m sure she was the one who did it.”

“Alpha…”

“No child goes missing from every archive unless someone makes damn sure it happened. Even if Seris was a child of a forbidden bond, it was a rule for werewolves and witches not to erase their existence.” Cassian let out a low growl. “You don’t erase a life unless it threatens something.”

“She was meant to disappear, Alpha. Not to death but to become something else. We all know how cruel the Poison Witch was.”

Cassian’s jaw clenched.

“Alpha, why did the Poison Witch take the Luna?”

“Because Seris was a hybrid.”

“There was something more, Alpha. The prophecy.”

Cassian stiffened. Then his eyes fell on Noah’s hand—the scroll he was holding. He reached out his hand, and Noah placed the scroll in the Alpha’s hand.

Cassian rolled the scroll and gripped the edge of the scroll.

‘Born from the forbidden union,

Mixed bloodlines were cursed,

Her breath shall light the sacred flame.

Her hand shall tear through crown and name.

She walked with death upon her skin,

The end of the bloodlines shall start with her sin.

“Kill her, and shall the world be at peace.”

Cassian trembled—not because of fear but by anger. He tore the scroll and looked at Noah. “Tell everyone in our pack not to tell a single word about the Luna.”

Noah bowed. “Yes, Alpha.”

Cassian dismissed the Beta, and when he was alone, he sat on his chair and stared at nothing.

He was sure of it. His mate was the one being talked about in the prophecy. He knew that prophecy because it was once spoken to him by his late father. A cursed bloodline will rise, and it will end the bloodline of the werewolves and witches.

Cassian didn’t expect that it would be his mate.

A hybrid who was born with a mixed bloodline of a witch and a werewolf.

Seris was the first one to have a mixed bloodline of werewolf and witch. And according to the prophecy, a hybrid who carries that bloodline of both werewolf and witch was meant to end the lineage of both races.

But what confused Cassian was the Poison Witch.

Did Nyxaria know about Seris’ bloodline? And if ever she knew about it, why did she take Seris and make her suffer?

Seris became the vessel of venom.

Seris became Nyxaria’s experimental subject.

Cassian’s eyes gleamed as his canines grew.

He growled.

Cassian stood at the window until he thought of visiting his mate.

As darkness crept into the Rogue Territory, the mansion fell into silence and was illuminated by amber candles. The patrols settled, and most of the warriors were sleeping. He walked into the hallway. His steps were soundless as he pushed open the door to the guest chamber—Seris's room.

The air was warm inside Seris’s room, scented faintly of lavender and her scent.

Seris was lying on the bed, tucked under a crimson quilt, her long hair with silver strands spread out across the pillows. Her breathing was soft and steady. Though she was pale, her color was returning, and her hands no longer trembled.

Her bruises were gone, and her wounds had healed.

Cassian stood at the doorway for a long moment, unsure if he would go inside.

But when he saw Seris wasn’t stirring, he stepped inside quietly, as his eyes looked at her. Seris looked at peace, but fragile as glass.

Their bond was thrumming through him.

Cassian sat on the edge of the bed and held Seri's hand. He felt that the silver poison in his veins was dulled by her touch. His other hand reached but stopped inches from her cheek.

“Seris, my mate,” he murmured, his voice was low and husky. “Please, wake up.” He kissed the back of Seris’ hand.

“I don’t know what the hell fate wants from you,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “But I promise to protect you, Seris. Anyone who wants to hurt you will go through me first.”

Cassian put down his mate’s hand and, with one last look, he turned to leave. And behind him, though still asleep, Seris’s hand twitched, as if her soul had heard him.

SERIS FELL INTO A DREAM. She saw herself in darkness, and it quickly came into her mind that it was the dungeon in the Black Tower.

“And I go back again to the Black Tower?” she asked in fear.

But now, she saw mist.

Seris floated weightless, silent, and untouched by the pain that followed her for as long as she could remember. The world she was in was gray and endless, like she was being caught inside a breath that was never exhaled.

She didn't know if she was asleep or dead.

But then, Seris heard a voice. It was soft and melodious.

“Seris…”

The voice was a whisper, like her name was carried by the wind.

The mist parted, and Seris slowly descended to the ground. She was barefoot as she walked into the vast grassland.

“Seris…”

The voice belongs to a female, like a Goddess's voice. It was warm and distant. But it’s not the Witch that Seris breathes in relief.

It sounded like a mother.

Suddenly, a flicker of something… memory flashes into her mind. Images flared in her mind. She saw a woman with violet eyes… a lullaby… and a pendant being pressed into her baby's hand.

“They will fear you because they don’t understand you. But keep in mind, my child, that you are not the end. You are the choice.

Seris gasped, the sound echoing like a ripple in the dream.

Then the mist came again, and when it parted, she saw a glowing figure cloaked in light and vined, her face blurred, but her voice was soothing.

“They tried to silence you, Seris. But when the right time comes, you will remember everything.”

“Who are you?” Seris asked. “I don’t understand what you were saying,” she said.

“You will understand when you remember what they erase in your memory, my daughter,” the voice said again, and the glowing figure in a cloak slowly vanished like smoke.

Seris was confused.

She walked barefoot in the grass, but the voice still echoed faintly in her ears.

“Seris…”

Seris stopped and looked around. She heard a male voice, but she couldn’t see anyone.

“Who are you?!”

“Seris, please wake up.”

Seris looked at her hand. She liked someone to hold it and felt the strange feeling—a soothing feeling that ran through her veins.

As if it were telling her that she was not alone.