The Lycan Princess's Vengeance: Unmarked and Unbroken

Chapter 3

The morning sun filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of the master bedroom, casting a sickly yellow light across the floorboards. Seraphina sat at her vanity, fully dressed in a sharp, tailored black blazer and charcoal slacks. It was a stark departure from the soft, pastel dresses Kaelen always preferred her to wear—the ones that made her look like a gentle, harmless mate.

Today, she didn't want to look harmless. She wanted to look like an executioner.

In the reflection of the mirror, she watched Kaelen emerge from the master bathroom, a towel slung low around his hips. He paused, eyeing her outfit with a frown.

"You're up early," Kaelen noted, his tone clipped. The rejection from the previous night was clearly still bruising his fragile ego. "And dressed for a funeral, apparently."

"I told you last night I wasn't feeling well," Seraphina said calmly, applying a dark, blood-red lipstick that she hadn't worn in five years. "The nausea hasn't passed. I'm going to the clinic this morning to get something for my stomach."

Kaelen’s entire body went rigid. The towel around his waist slipped slightly as he took a hurried step forward.

"The clinic?" he repeated, his voice jumping an octave before he forcibly lowered it to a calm rumble. "Sera, there's no need for you to drag yourself all the way across the territory. I can have the junior healer bring some tonics to the house."

"I need to get out of the house anyway," Seraphina replied, capping her lipstick and turning to face him. "The fresh air will do me good. Besides, I'd like to consult with the Head Healer directly. Elara is the best we have, isn't she?"

A bead of sweat formed at Kaelen’s temple. "Elara is incredibly busy today. The clinic is swamped. I really don't think it's a good idea for you to go down there and interrupt her workflow for a simple stomach ache."

Seraphina stood up, grabbing her designer purse. "Are you forbidding me from seeking medical attention, Alpha?"

Kaelen’s jaw tightened. "Of course not. I just... I would take you myself, but I have a crucial meeting with Alpha Torrance from the River Pack this morning. I can't be late."

"Of course," Seraphina smiled—a thin, brittle thing. "Pack business always comes first. Don't worry about me, Kaelen. I can manage a trip to the clinic on my own."

Kaelen looked like he wanted to argue, but doing so would only expose his panic. He forced a stiff nod. "Fine. But be quick about it. I don't want you exhausting yourself."

"I won't be long," Seraphina promised softly.

She walked past him, her heels clicking sharply against the hardwood. She didn't look back.

Ten minutes later, Seraphina was sitting in the driver’s seat of her black SUV, the engine idling in the packhouse driveway. She wasn't moving. She was waiting.

Right on cue, her cell phone buzzed in her purse.

She pulled it out and looked at the screen. Another message from the unknown number. Elara was getting bold, clearly high on the thrill of having the Alpha's baby and eager to torment the woman she viewed as her rival.

**Unknown:** *[Image Attachment]*

Seraphina tapped the image. It was a photo taken inside a medical examination room. In the foreground were a pair of tiny, knitted yellow baby booties. In the blurred background, a man's muscular arm in a tailored suit sleeve was resting on the examination table.

Kaelen’s suit. The one he had put on five minutes ago.

The text beneath the photo read:

*He’s so excited to see our little pup today. Too bad the unmarked workhorse is stuck at home with a stomach ache. Don't wait up for him.*

Seraphina stared at the screen. A dark, terrifying laugh bubbled up in her chest, escaping her lips in a low, cold sound that would have sent any lesser wolf running for the hills.

*He told me he was meeting Alpha Torrance,* she thought, her grip tightening on the steering wheel until the leather groaned in protest. *He couldn't take me to the clinic because he was busy taking his mistress for her ultrasound.*

The sheer stupidity of it was almost offensive. Kaelen wasn't a mastermind. He was a coward who thought he was playing a game with a blind, obedient dog. He didn't realize he was playing with a dragon.

Seraphina slowly typed out a reply, her thumbs moving with lethal precision.

**Seraphina:** *Yellow is a lovely color. Make sure the Alpha gets a good look at the screen.*

She hit send, tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, and shifted the SUV into drive.

"Let's see how the Alpha acts in public," Seraphina whispered to the empty car.

The drive to the Obsidian Pack clinic took less than ten minutes. The building was a state-of-the-art facility, paid for entirely by funds Seraphina had secretly diverted from her royal trust. The sleek glass doors slid open as she approached, the pristine white lobby smelling of antiseptic and eucalyptus.

The receptionist, a young omega named Clara, looked up from her desk. When she saw Seraphina, the color instantly drained from her face.

"L-Luna Seraphina," Clara stammered, scrambling to her feet and bowing her head. "I mean... Lady Seraphina. We weren't expecting you."

"I am here to see the Head Healer," Seraphina said, her voice carrying across the quiet lobby. She didn't stop walking, bypassing the waiting area and heading straight for the private hallway in the back.

"Wait!" Clara squeaked, running out from behind the desk to block her path. "You can't go back there! Head Healer Vance is with a VIP patient! She left strict orders not to be disturbed!"

"I am the mate of the Alpha," Seraphina said, her golden eyes flashing with a fraction of her suppressed power. The sheer force of her aura hit the young omega like a physical blow, forcing Clara to drop to her knees in instinctual submission. "There is no door in this territory that is locked to me. Move."

Clara whimpered, pressing her face to the floor.

Seraphina stepped around the trembling girl and walked down the sterile white hallway. She didn't need to check the room numbers. Her Lycan hearing picked up the frantic, erratic heartbeat of her fated mate behind the heavy oak door of Exam Room 1.

She stopped in front of the door. She didn't knock.

Seraphina grabbed the handle, twisted it, and shoved the door open so hard it slammed against the wall with a deafening *CRACK*.