Raising the Wolves

My father raised seven brilliant orphans to be my potential husbands. For years, I only had eyes for one of them, the cold and distant Caspian Vance, believing his distance was a wall I just had to break through.

That belief shattered last night when I found him in the garden, kissing his foster sister, Lyra-the fragile girl my family took in at his request, the one I had treated like my own sister.

But the true horror came when I overheard the other six Ashworth Fellows talking in the library.

They weren't competing for me. They were working together, orchestrating "accidents" and mocking my "stupid, blind" devotion to keep me away from Caspian.

Their loyalty wasn't to me, the heiress who held their futures in her hands. It was to Lyra.

I wasn't a woman to be won. I was a foolish burden to be managed. The seven men I grew up with, the men who owed my family everything, were a cult, and she was their queen.

This morning, I walked into my father's study to make a decision that would burn their world to the ground. He smiled, asking if I'd finally won Caspian over.

"No, Dad," I said, my voice firm. "I'm marrying Silas Blackwood."

Chapter 1

My name is Seraphina Ashworth, and I am the sole heiress to a global logistics empire. For as long as I can remember, my world has revolved around seven young men my father took in. They are the Ashworth Fellows, underprivileged prodigies my father is grooming. One of them is meant to be my husband and his successor.

For years, my heart only beat for one of them: Caspian Vance.

He was the most brilliant, the most talented, and the most distant. I spent my youth chasing after him, a shadow clinging to his light. I baked him cookies he never ate. I waited for him after his classes, but he always walked past me without a word. I told myself his coldness was just his nature, a wall he built because of a dark past.

I believed that if I just tried hard enough, I could break through it.

Last night, that belief shattered.

I couldn't sleep, so I went for a walk in the moonlit garden. That's when I saw them, hidden in the shadows of the old oak tree. Caspian had Lyra McClain, his foster sister, pressed against the trunk. He was kissing her like his life depended on it, a passion I had only ever dreamed of receiving.

Lyra, the girl my family had also taken in at Caspian's request. The girl everyone saw as sweet and fragile. The girl I had treated like my own sister.

That single moment destroyed everything.

This morning, I walked into my father's study and made a decision that would change the course of my life.

"Dad, I've decided who I'm going to marry."

My father, Mr. Ashworth, looked up from his papers, a warm smile on his face. "Have you finally won over Caspian? I knew you could do it, sweetheart."

I shook my head, my voice firm. "No. I want to marry Silas Blackwood."

My father's smile vanished. He put down his pen and looked at me, his brow furrowed with confusion. "Silas? The tech mogul from Silicon Valley? Seraphina, he's a Blackwood. Their family and ours... there's a century of bad blood between us. What is this about?"

"He loves me, Dad. Truly." And I knew that marrying our family's sworn enemy was not an act of love, but the first move in a war I intended to win.

"The Fellows are brilliant. They've been raised alongside you. Mateo Solis is a master strategist, Ronan Boyle has a fiery passion that could move mountains. Any one of them would be a worthy partner."

I felt a bitter taste in my mouth. "Worthy? Dad, you have no idea."

My mind flashed back to a week ago. I had been searching for my favorite book in the library and overheard voices from the adjoining study. It was the Fellows. All of them except Caspian.

Mateo Solis, the cunning one, was speaking in a low voice. "We need a new strategy. Seraphina is becoming more insistent about Caspian. She's not a child anymore."

Ronan Boyle, always hot-tempered, scoffed. "So what? We just keep ignoring her. She'll get the hint eventually."

"It's not that simple," Mateo replied, his voice calm and sharp. "Mr. Ashworth wants a marriage. If it's not Caspian, it will be one of us. And none of us want that. Our loyalty is to Lyra. Besides, we have to make sure Seraphina never finds out about that thing."

A cold dread had filled me as I listened, hidden behind a bookshelf. That thing. The words hung in the air, a hook of a secret I couldn't grasp.

They talked about how they had orchestrated small "accidents" and "misunderstandings" to make me look foolish or clingy in front of Caspian. They even mentioned the time Mateo had "saved" me from a falling sculpture in the garden two years ago, an event that had made me see him as a hero.

"That was a good move, Matty," Ronan had said with a laugh. "She looked at you like you were a god for a whole month."

Mateo's voice was smug. "It was easy. A little nudge was all it took. The point was to make her feel a debt to someone other than Caspian, to complicate things. To make her feel confused."

They laughed. They laughed at me. At my trust, my affection, my "stupid, blind" devotion.

They weren't competing for me. They were working together to avoid me. To keep their little group intact.

The only one they spoke of with any kindness was Silas Blackwood, the outsider. They pitied him for wasting his time on me, a girl they saw as a burden.

"At least he's not one of us," Mateo had concluded. "He's not part of the family."

Their ultimate goal, the reason for all the deception, was Lyra. They saw her as one of their own, a fellow survivor from the harsh world they'd escaped. They were united in protecting her, in ensuring that she, not I, remained the center of their universe.

My hands clenched into fists at my side, my nails digging into my palms as the memory burned through me. I was trembling with a rage so pure it felt like ice in my veins.

My father had found them in orphanages and broken homes, seven brilliant boys with nowhere to go. He gave them the best education, a life of luxury, and a future. When he chose Caspian, the boy had made one condition.

"You have to take my foster sister, Lyra, too."

I remembered being so moved by his loyalty. I, a naive sixteen-year-old, had begged my father to agree. "Please, Dad! He loves his sister so much! We have to keep them together."

And so, Lyra came to the Ashworth estate.

She was treated like a princess. The Fellows doted on her, buying her gifts, protecting her from any perceived slight, always taking her side. If I ever showed a hint of jealousy, they would look at me with disappointment. "Seraphina, she's had a hard life. Can't you be more compassionate?"

I would shrink back, filled with guilt, believing I was the petty one.

Now I knew. It was all a lie. They weren't brothers protecting a fragile sister. They were a cult, and she was their queen.

The memory of what I saw last night returned, sharp and painful. After I'd heard them in the study, I'd stumbled out into the garden, my mind reeling. That's when I heard the whispers from the oak tree. That's when I saw the kiss.

I saw every detail. Caspian's hands tangled in her hair, Lyra's arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

Then I heard her voice, a tearful whisper. "Caspian, what if she makes you marry her? I don't want to lose you."

Caspian's reply was cold, devoid of the passion I'd just witnessed. "She won't have my heart. Marrying her is just repaying a debt to her father. You're the only one who matters, Lyra. You always have been."

I spent the entire night staring at my ceiling, the memory of Caspian's words replaying in my head. Marrying her is just repaying a debt. He saw me as a transaction, a bill to be paid.

I would not be his charity case.

With my lineage and fortune, I could have any man I wanted. I didn't need to beg for scraps of affection from someone who despised me.

I stood before my father again, my resolve hardened. "I'm serious, Dad. I'm marrying Silas. I trust him. He's the only one who has ever been honest with me."

"But the Fellows..."

"The Fellows are loyal to you because you hold their futures in your hands," I said, my voice sharp. "Their deference to me is just an act." I hid the flicker of pain in my eyes. The years I'd wasted, the love I'd poured out-it all felt like a joke.

I straightened my shoulders. "I have some requests."

"Anything, sweetheart."

"Freeze their accounts. All of them. And cut off Lyra McClain's allowance completely. She's not an Ashworth. She has no right to our money."

My father looked shocked but nodded slowly. "If that's what you want, it's done. I'll have them all removed from the estate after your wedding."

A weight lifted from my chest. I walked out of the study, my head held high.

I met Lyra on the grand staircase. She was dressed in a delicate white dress, looking like the picture of innocence. She rushed over, linking her arm with mine.

"Seraphina! I was just coming to find you! There's a charity polo match today. Will you take me? Please?"

I looked at her, at the sweet smile she wore, and felt sick to my stomach. This was the face of the girl who had stolen my love and laughed at my pain.

I yanked my arm away from her grasp.

Her eyes widened in surprise. Then, in a move of pure theatrical genius, she let out a small cry and tumbled dramatically down the last few steps of the staircase.

"Lyra!" A frantic shout came from the bottom of the stairs. It was Caspian.

I looked down and saw them all. The seven Fellows, standing there, looking up at me.

Ronan Boyle pointed a finger at me, his face red with rage. "Seraphina, you vicious bitch! How could you push her?"

Lyra, meanwhile, was already on her feet, rushing to my defense with tears in her eyes. "No, no, it wasn't Seraphina! I just slipped. She would never hurt me." Her words only made me look guiltier.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, her lip trembling. She was the perfect victim.

The Fellows all glared at me with pure disgust.

Caspian didn't say a word. He just gave me one cold, dismissive look before scooping Lyra into his arms and carrying her away as if she were made of glass.

I was left standing there, alone. I didn't get a chance to explain. I didn't even want to.

Later that day, I went to my scheduled riding lesson at the stables, hoping the fresh air would clear my head. Of course, she was there.

Lyra was standing by the paddock, looking pale and fragile. Caspian was with her. As I approached, she deliberately stumbled near my horse, Starlight, causing the high-strung mare to rear up nervously.

"Seraphina," Lyra said, her voice soft and sweet, clutching Caspian's arm. "I'm sorry about this morning. And please, don't worry about me and Caspian. I know my place. I would never get in the way of your happiness."

Caspian hovered by her side, his eyes never leaving her, as if she were the most precious thing in the world. He personally saddled a gentle mare for her, lifting her onto its back with extreme care.

He then spent the next hour leading the horse around the paddock, his hands patiently guiding hers on the reins, his voice a low, soothing murmur that only she could hear.

When she said she was tired, he led the horse to the mounting block. But instead of letting her use it, he dropped to one knee, offering his shoulder for her to step on.

I froze.

My mind flashed back to my thirteenth birthday. I had wanted to ride the most spirited stallion in our stables, a wild horse no one could tame. Caspian, already a master horseman, was the only one who could handle him.

My father had taught him that a man should only kneel for his wife.

But that day, my father had looked at a reluctant sixteen-year-old Caspian and said,"Kneel. Let her step on your shoulder. She is your future, Caspian. She is everything."

Caspian had knelt, his face a mask of silent humiliation. In that moment, I understood. That forced act of subservience wasn't a symbol of devotion to him; it was an assertion of power. It was the moment he began to resent me as a symbol of the authority that controlled him, and Lyra became the symbol of the freedom he craved to protect.

My father's words were meant to teach Caspian a lesson about his place, about his duty to me. He was telling him that I was to be his world, the woman he must honor above all others.

I remember the feeling of my small boot on his broad shoulder. My heart had hammered in my chest. It was the first time I realized I was in love with him.

I was too young, too infatuated, to see the shame burning in his eyes.

After that day, I never asked him to do it again. I respected his pride too much.

Now, I watched as he knelt willingly, gladly, for another woman. For Lyra. He looked up at her with a tenderness that made my own eyes sting.

The sight was a physical pain, sharp and unbearable. I forced myself to look away.

I kicked my horse, a powerful black gelding named Shadowfax, into a gallop. I urged him faster and faster, the wind whipping past my face, temporarily chasing away the storm in my heart. I needed to feel free, to outrun the suffocating reality of my life.

The stable had a challenging obstacle course, with high jumps and tight turns. I guided Shadowfax towards it, pushing him to his limits.

We approached a tall oxer. Shadowfax gathered himself, launching into the air.

In that split second, I heard a sharp crack.

The saddle cinch had snapped.

I was thrown from the horse, landing hard on the unforgiving ground. A searing pain shot through my leg. Shadowfax, spooked and riderless, thrashed wildly, his powerful hooves dangerously close to my head.

Through a haze of pain, I looked for Caspian. He was still with Lyra, his back to me, completely oblivious to my plight. He was supposed to be my designated guardian during these lessons, his one official duty.

He had failed. He was too busy doting on her.

"Caspian!" I screamed, my voice raw with desperation and agony.

He finally turned, his eyes widening in shock. With a speed that was almost inhuman, he was at my side. He grabbed Shadowfax's reins, his voice a low command that instantly calmed the frantic animal. He was a master of beasts, a skill he'd learned on the streets.

His job was to keep me safe. He had been so focused on Lyra he had almost gotten me killed.

The next thing I knew, I was in a hospital bed with a broken leg.

Caspian, seemingly wracked with guilt, volunteered to be my caretaker. He was a perfect nurse, attentive and gentle. He brought me my meals, read to me, and made sure I was never in any pain.

For a few days, a foolish part of me allowed a sliver of hope to grow. Maybe he did care. Maybe this accident had made him realize something.

But then I would see the way his eyes lit up whenever Lyra visited, the secret smiles they shared when they thought I wasn't looking. The hope would wither and die.

My leg was healing. One night, I woke up needing to use the restroom. The cast made it awkward, and I hobbled slowly down the quiet, sterile hallway of the private hospital wing.

That's when I heard voices from a small alcove near the nurses' station. It was Mateo and Caspian.

"You went too far this time, Caspian," Mateo's voice was a low hiss, showing a rare crack in his calm facade. "Cutting her saddle strap? She could have broken her neck. This isn't a game."

My blood ran cold. I pressed myself against the wall, my heart pounding in my ears.

Caspian's reply was chillingly calm, like a scientist discussing a lab rat. "I didn't expect the horse to spook like that. My calculations showed a 97% probability of a minor fall, maybe a sprain. Enough to scare her, to make her more dependent. This fracture... it was an anomaly in the data. The subduing effect, however, is proving quite effective."

He had calculated my fall. It wasn't an accident. It was a plan.

"So this is your penance?" Mateo asked, his voice laced with disgust. "Playing the devoted caretaker?"

"I'll see it through," Caspian said. "Then this will all be over. She'll be fine, and we can move on."

A wave of nausea washed over me. I felt a coldness spread from my chest through my entire body, a chill that had nothing to do with the hospital air conditioning.

He had done this to me. On purpose. To "scare" me. To "manage" me.

I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, but I didn't feel the pain. The agony in my heart was so much greater, it eclipsed everything else. This wasn't just betrayal. This was monstrous.