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CHAPTER 33
~Seraphina's POV~
The hallway of the pack house seemed to close in as I ascended the staircase, my fingers skimmed the bannister with entitlement.
I didn't bother hiding my presence.
Why would I?
This house had once opened its doors to me like a queen returned to her court—and one day, it would again. I still believed that. I had to.
But then I saw them when I climbed to the second floor.
Halfway down the second-floor corridor, there she was—Rhiannon—walking beside Lucien like she belonged.
They were too close, and his hand rested on hers while her other hand brushed his elbow as they turned the corner, and he didn't flinch. If anything, he leaned into her.
I froze mid-step.
Lucien.
Of course, it would be him.
The man had always been guided by impulse, and I knew better than anyone the look in his eyes when he was hungry—for control, for chaos, or for someone warm and willing beneath him.
