Chapter 6

Seraphina's POV

The day after Chloe moved in, my life turned into hell.

She took complete control over my food, clothing, and living arrangements.

Because of my psychological condition, I was extremely sensitive to anything that carried a strong werewolf scent.

But to Chloe, all of that was just "spoiled behavior" and "psychosomatic."

With one wave of her hand, she dismissed every human maid in the mansion and replaced them with werewolves.

And items started appearing in my room with intense, unfamiliar adult werewolf scents—bloodstained blades, silver daggers.

Even during meals, she'd play loud, frantic music.

I took a deep breath and forced down the urge to smash everything.

Just a few more days. I didn't want to fight with this lunatic anymore.

I'd consider it my final exercise in patience.

Seeing that I had barely touched dinner, Chloe curled her lips and asked with fake concern, "Seraphina, is the food not to your taste? I noticed you've barely eaten."

I kept my expression cold. "Not hungry."

Chloe's eyes welled up immediately. She turned to Alexander. "Alexander, is there a problem with the meal I arranged? I know Seraphina has issues with me, but she shouldn't take it out on her health. If my presence is bothering her, I can eat elsewhere from now on."

She made a show of standing up.

Alexander grabbed her hand. "What are you doing? You're an honored guest. You're our therapist. You're not eating anywhere else. Sit down!"

Chloe gave me a troubled look. "But…"

Alexander's eyes turned cold as they landed on me. "Seraphina, there's a limit to your tantrums. Chloe has stayed up nights perfecting your treatment plan. All of this was designed with care. If you can't appreciate it, fine—but who are you putting on this attitude for?"

I didn't answer. I set down my napkin and dabbed at my mouth. "I'm full. Enjoy your meal."

I stood and started to leave.

As I passed Alexander, he grabbed my wrist with shocking force. "Seraphina! I'm talking to you! Where are your manners?"

Sharp pain shot through my wrist. I winced and yanked my hand free, staring at the red mark blooming on my skin.

"You call this dinner?" I gestured at the unsettling background and music. "Look around. Listen. Is this something I can handle? Did you forget what these things do to me?"

Alexander froze. His eyes softened, and a flicker of guilt passed through them.

But Chloe immediately spoke up softly. "Alexander, this is part of exposure therapy. Tolerance training is important too. A lot of Seraphina's discomfort is actually psychosomatic. We need to break those false associations."

The guilt vanished from Alexander's eyes.

He hardened again. "Seraphina, Chloe is right. This is psychological. As long as you slowly accept it, your body and mind will adapt."

"If you don't want to accept it, you can go hungry."

He turned coldly to his Beta, Joseph. "No special meals for her without my permission. All her arrangements need to go through Chloe. Let her starve a few days. Once she's calm, she'll learn to listen."

Tears welled up in my eyes.

I didn't say anything. I just turned and walked away, not wanting them to see me cry.