Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother - Chapter 115
115: Chapter 115 115: Chapter 115 Seraphina’s POV
The first thing I noticed wasn’t the absence of pain-though that was strange enough.
It was the silence.
Complete, absolute silence.
Not the kind of quiet you get in a hospital room or a forest at dawn.
This was the silence of nothing.
No heartbeats, no breathing, no distant hum of life existing somewhere beyond the edges of perception.
I opened my eyes to endless gray.
The void.
I knew this place.
Had been here before, what felt like a lifetime ago.
The same shifting mists that never quite formed into anything solid.
The same sense of being suspended between worlds, between life and something else entirely.
But this time was different.
Last time, She had been here.
The Moon Goddess, with her silver hair and knowing eyes, radiating power that made my bones sing with recognition.
She’d spoken to me about choices and strength and the path I was meant to walk.
Now?
Nothing but emptiness stretching in every direction.
I tried to stand and realized I didn’t need to.
My body-if it even was my body-seemed to float in this space, weightless and strangely distant.
Like I was watching myself from somewhere outside my own skin.
“Hello?” My voice echoed weirdly, bouncing off invisible walls.
“Is anyone there?”
No answer.
I started walking, though my feet never seemed to touch solid ground.
Each step carried me forward through the gray mist, but nothing changed.
No landmarks, no direction, just endless sameness that made my chest tight with claustrophobia.
*Ayla?*
I reached for her automatically, the way I’d done thousands of times before.
Searching for that warm presence in the back of my mind, that fierce protectiveness and wild strength that had gotten me through so much.
Nothing.
I pressed my hands against my temples, trying to somehow force the connection back into existence.
*Ayla, please.
I know you’re in there somewhere.*
But there was only empty space where she should have been.
No wolf.
No other half of my soul.
Just me, alone in my own mind for the first time since I was thirteen years old.
“No, no, no.” The words tumbled out in a desperate whisper.
“You can’t just be gone.”
I tried shifting, tried calling on even a fraction of my wolf strength.
Nothing happened.
I was just…
human.
Weak and fragile and ordinary in every possible way.
The realization hit me like a physical blow, driving me to my knees in this strange not-place.
The mist swirled around me, but I couldn’t feel it.
Couldn’t feel anything except the growing horror of understanding.
They’d killed her.
“I’m sorry,” I choked out, tears streaming down my face even though I hadn’t felt them start.
“Ayla, I’m so sorry.
I failed you.”
I don’t know how long I knelt there, sobbing for the loss of something I’d never properly appreciated while I had it.
Time moved differently in this place.
Could have been minutes or hours or years for all I knew.
I pressed my hands against my stomach, searching for any sign of the life growing inside me.
But without Ayla’s enhanced senses, without that supernatural connection to everything happening in my body, I felt…
nothing.
Was the baby okay?
Had the poison hurt them too?
The uncertainty was torture, worse than any physical pain they’d inflicted.
I forced myself to stand, wiping my face with the back of my hand.
I couldn’t stay here, wallowing in grief for what I’d lost.
My family needed me to come home.
Needed me to be strong, even if I wasn’t strong anymore.
I started walking again, this time with more purpose.
There had to be a way out of this place.
Last time, the Moon Goddess had simply willed me back to consciousness.
But she wasn’t here now, and I was on my own.
The gray mist seemed to go on forever, unchanging and endless.
But I kept moving, kept searching, because giving up wasn’t an option.
I had too much to live for.
It was subtle at first.
A slight warmth in the air that hadn’t been there before.
The faintest hint of light somewhere ahead, barely visible through the mist.
I ran toward it, or tried to.
Movement was still strange here, like swimming through thick honey.
But that warm glow grew brighter with each step, more welcoming.
*An exit.
It has to be an exit.*
The light resolved into what looked like a doorway, though the edges were soft and undefined.
Through it, I could see…
nothing.
Just more light, but different somehow.
Less ethereal, more real.
I was almost there, almost close enough to step through, when I heard it.
A voice.
Not speaking from anywhere I could identify, but somehow coming from the mist itself.
From the very fabric of this strange place.
The words seemed to settle directly into my mind without passing through my ears.
“I have protected what matters most.
Go back to them.
They’re waiting for you.”