Chapter 128: What my sister wants.

July 30 2026, 9:15pm.

Everyone was already well aware of the things that Seraphina had just said but the moment she opened her mouth to repeat the words they already knew, the crowd grew aggravated.

More people began to crowd around the frightened Nyx’ara while the four brothers wondered if it was reasonable to step in now.

To blow their cover or to let this happen.

They could not let it happen.

Seraphina jabbed a finger against Nyx’ara’s forehead, smirked when the latter flinched, and then she hissed; "You should get off your high horse now, you’ve lost favour in the sight of the Alphas."

"I-is that w-what you think?" Nyx’ara snarled back, making the other smirk once more before she seethed;

"It is what I know!"

And she was not wrong!

The Alphas— all four of them— had specifically told her that they were ready to choose her just to make their appearances seem more real. In secret, they had denounced Nyx’ara and made her seem like a laughingstock, empowering Seraphina in the process.

Her birdie friends flocked behind her like mean girls as they sneered down at Nyx’ara, and because they were now more emboldened than they were only a few minutes ago, they did not hold back.

"She’s a stutterer and a near-mute, yet, she thinks she has the effrontery to talk back at us!"

"She has always been a proud one!" Girl two chirped in while Seraphina smiled. "Ugly, drabby... and a stinking murderer!"

She turned to the Alphas and gave them a sweet smile, only to mutter under her breath; "She deserves this for killing Princess Leilani!"

If there was one thing Seraphina was especially good at, then it was at causing trouble and then pretending to be a saint. She could rile everyone up, rally people against other people, and then act like she was innocent by batting her long lashes and bowing her small head.

The brothers had seen it happen countless times, so they did not give a shit about her appearances.

Azriel, who could no longer take what was happening, rose to his feet. He ignored the cutting glares his brothers shot at him and walked over to the gathered crowd, then he wrapped one arm around Seraphina’s waist, pulling her flush against his chest while he helped Nyx’ara up with his other free hand.

His actions were conflicting, eliciting conflicted reactions from the group but he paid them no heed. Instead, he let his finger trail a soft line over Nyx’ara’s knuckle, sending a jolt down her spine, then he turned to Seraphina and muttered;

"This is a special occasion. You should not be causing trouble!"

"But I am not!" Seraphina cried, "Nyx’ara was the one who caused trouble for speaking to my friends in the way she did. She is proud and mean..."

"And you should respect us by ignoring her!" He cut in, interrupting her.

To everyone else, he was protecting Seraphina from Nyx’ara, but those who knew the truth knew that he was this close to reaching his breaking point. Hell, a certain coldness had begun to seep into his voice and now, there was hardly any hint of softness left in his gaze as he turned to smile at Seraphina.

"But Alpha—"

"She is still our legal wife..." he cut in sharply, his curve cold and on edge. "So you should distance yourself from her at all times in public... especially on a day like this where we’re expecting guests from other packs."

Nyx’ara does not know what it was about those words that sounded believable but she almost laughed out loud as Seraphina’s frown softened. She watched as the other woman trailed her fingers over Azriel’s chest as if marking her territory.

A territory that could never be hers in this lifetime and the next.

A smile touched her face when Azriel’s face twisted into an apologetic look only for a fraction of a second, and then he walked away, leading Seraphina off who turned briefly to gloat at her.

Her friends pushed past her and walked off too, feeling as though they had won while they left behind a completely embarrassed Nyx’ara who had begun to hate the idea of agreeing to this in the rest place.

However, she soon took that back when the main guests slowly began to pour into the grand hall one after the other, then in came Flynn and Elara, holding on to each other as if for dear life.

Behind them was her entire family, and as soon as her eyes met her father’s, her entire chest and heart went cold. The small smile that had been tugging at the corners of her lips fell and her eyes narrowed into fierce slits as Flynn and Elara walked over, flanked by two bodyguards, one of whom was very familiar.

Hell, she could swear that she had seen him somewhere around here before.

She could even swear that he was a member of the Stormborn pack.

Her eyes remained fixated on this boy for a long time that she did not notice when someone approached her. She only blinked when their offensive scent drifted into her nostrils and her face hardened when she realized that the person was Flynn, and that he only smelled offensive because of their broken mate bond.

She hissed; "What?"

For a moment, Flynn seemed taken aback. His eyes narrowed slightly as he dragged them from the top of Nyx’ara’s head to her toes.

A flicker of something akin to desire crossed his face before it slowly died out. He muttered; "I have been texting you!"

She did not blink, she only crossed her arms over her chest and drawled back; "W-what do you think m-my sister will do w-when she finds out t-that you have been texting me?"

"She cannot do anything..." he hissed back, his voice so low, it grated against her flesh.

He was standing too close that his breath fanned the corners of her face, filling her veins with a simmering rage that threatened to spill out to the surface.

But beside her, guess who else was mad?

The four brothers, of course!

For a moment, neither of them spoke after he made that utterance, and after what felt like forever, Nyx’ara shifted on her feet and whispered softly. Her head turned in Elara’s direction— Elara who was busy exchanging pleasantries with a few ladies— while she spoke. She muttered;

"Y-you’re underestimating her."

"I am not!" Flynn hissed back, his voice cold. "I already know the things that she is capable of doing and I plan to end things with her, but first, I want to be sure that you will come back to me."

"C-come back to you?" Nyx’ara stuttered, her eyes narrowing as a smile cracked her face. "I-I am married now."

"And everyone knows that you’ve lost favour in the eyes of your husbands— that’s if you ever had their favour in the first place. They still think that you killed their sister but I am certain as fuck that it is Elara and Tristan that are responsible for her death!"

His words made Nyx’ara’s heart flip in her chest. She tried to act like she was unfazed but could not help the way her skin flushed, nor the way cold sweat suddenly broke out on her skin. She frowned and hissed; "Tristan? That’s not possible!"

She had almost forgotten to fake a stutter and Flynn would have caught that if she didn’t act fast. She added; "H-he doesn’t know her."

Flynn rolled his eyes. "Oh, he did! He knew her more than everyone else, besides her brothers of course! He and her were dating!"