Chapter 430\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett Vale never doubted her charm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
To her, men were puzzles-and she always held the final piece.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien Duskgrave would be no different.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had conquered Maddox.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had bent Ronan Duskcliff to her will.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And now, she would make the Alpha Prince of the Stormridge Pack fall at her feet-just like the rest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
No man had ever resisted her for long. Certainly not one cursed by fate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett cast a sidelong glance at the regal woman seated beside her in the luxury car. Clad in crimson velvet, with raven-black waves cascading down her shoulders and a golden lupine crest glinting at her throat, Lady Seraphina Duskgrave was the image of High Luna elegance-refined, authoritative, and cold as polished obsidian.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The world believed she was Lucien\u2019s mother.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett believed it too.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In truth, Seraphina was his stepmother. And though she wore the Duskgrave name with pride, she bore no love for the bastard prince her husband had fathered before their union.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien was a reminder of the one stain on her otherwise flawless lineage-a boy born of another she-wolf, fated by the Moon Goddess herself, and more beloved by the aging Alpha King than she could ever accept.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But Scarlett Vale? She didn\u2019t know any of this. Not yet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
To her, Seraphina was a gateway. And she knew how to open gates.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She smiled sweetly, all softness and sunshine. \u201cLady Seraphina, why did you leave Stormridge so suddenly and come all the way to Mooncrest? We were having so much fun in the North.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She used her title with respect-but not too much. A calculated closeness. Familiar, but not overreaching.\u00a0<\/p>\n
From the moment Scarlett met her, she had crafted the perfect role: the charming, unthreatening southern pup with wide eyes and silken praise.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And Seraphina had let her play it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett remembered their first meeting-how she\u2019d gasped in admiration, eyes sparkling like a pup seeing her first full moon. \u201cYour skin\u2019s unreal, your posture, your power\u2026 You walk like royalty. If I didn\u2019t know better, I\u2019d think you were the Moon Matron herself.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Flattery-expertly dosed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And Seraphina, who was surrounded by wolves that feared her more than adored her, had found it\u2026 amusing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
172\u00a0<\/p>\n
10:02 Fri, Jan 9\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 430.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Now, Seraphina\u2019s crimson lips curved slightly. \u201cMy mother-in-law\u2019s birthday. The old matron turns eighty today. I came out of duty.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett widened her eyes with feigned surprise. \u201cWhat? You\u2019re married? Gods, I was about to introduce you to my brother. He\u2019s going to be devastated when he hears Stormridge\u2019s most beautiful she-wolf is already\u00a0<\/p>\n
claimed.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A ghost of laughter escaped Seraphina\u2019s throat. \u201cYou truly think I look young enough to be unmarried?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett tilted her head and pouted. \u201cYou don\u2019t look a day over thirty, I swear. I\u2019m twenty-three-you couldn\u2019t be more than three or four years older.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seraphina let out a soft exhale. Not quite a laugh. More like a breath caught between indulgence and\u00a0<\/p>\n
weariness.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cScarlett, there\u2019s something you should know.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett leaned in eagerly. \u201cWhat is it?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m forty-eight. I married into the Duskgrave.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett\u2019s eyes widened in dramatized disbelief. \u201cNo way. If you\u2019re forty-eight, then I must be a century old.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seraphina\u2019s gaze drifted out the window for a brief moment-toward the distant tree line of Mooncrest, where the estate loomed like a shadowed fortress. \u201cI\u2019ve had many years to learn the art of appearances.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett clutched Seraphina\u2019s arm. \u201cYou have to teach me your secrets. If I can age like you, I\u2019ll have Alphas fighting duels over me until I\u2019m ninety.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seraphina gave her a long, unreadable look. Her smile was polite, but her eyes held something else- calculating. Cold. Amused.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She knew what Scarlett was doing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And she wasn\u2019t stopping her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re a clever girl,\u201d Seraphina said quietly. \u201cBut cleverness isn\u2019t everything in the North. You\u2019d do well to\u00a0<\/p>\n
remember that.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett blinked, momentarily thrown. \u201cOf course, Lady Seraphina. I\u2019m only trying to learn from the best.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She tucked herself closer, resting her head lightly against the woman\u2019s shoulder with practiced familiarity. \u201cStill, I meant it. You\u2019re radiant. I hope one day I can carry myself the way you do.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seraphina didn\u2019t respond.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her thoughts were already drifting elsewhere-to Lucien. The cursed prince. The one she had never called\u00a0<\/p>\n
son.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He\u2019d grown into a powerful Alpha, feared and desired across the continent. But to Seraphina, he was always the obstacle. The reminder that no matter how many titles she wore, the bloodline would never be hers.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And now this pretty little Southern fox was circling him, wagging her tail and calling her sister?\u00a0<\/p>\n
10:02 Fri, Jan 9\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 430\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seraphina smirked to herself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Let her try.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett Vale might think herself a clever player.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But Seraphina Duskgrave had buried more ambitious wolves than this one-without ever breaking a nail.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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