Betrays Love 210 Summary


    The next morning, Seraphina apanies her son Daniel to have his ceremonial outfit tailored by Henry Whitlow, the elderly and skilled tailor who has dressed generations of ckthorne Alphas. Although Henry usually delegates fittings to his apprentice, Kieran insisted that Henry personally oversee Daniel’s attire for this special asion, honoring family tradition. Seraphina prefers a quiet outing without Kieran, still feeling weighed down by recent family events.


    Henry’s quaint shop is filled with bolts of fabric steeped in tradition, and he warmly wees Daniel and Seraphina. The tailor shares fond memories of Kieran’s mischievous youth, revealing a softer side of Daniel’s father and mentioning a special girl who once captured Kieran’s heart. This reminiscence stirs a bittersweet feeling in Seraphina as she reflects on love and hopes for Daniel’s future. Henry insists on personally measuring Daniel, emphasizing the importance of a personal touch for such an important garment.


    To Seraphina’s surprise, Henry also offers to make something for her, despite her no longer being part of the ckthorne family. Daniel eagerly supports the idea, and Seraphina agrees, touched by Henry’s kindness and the sense of connection he offers. After the fitting, mother and son walk hand in hand to a cozy restaurant, where Daniel excitedly talks about learning to sew to make a cape for his pet Wolfy. Their warm moment is suddenly interrupted by a disturbing noise outside, signaling the arrival of Maxwell and his twin hurricanes, casting a shadow over their peaceful day.Continue Regr Chapter Reading Below


    Chapter 210: A Personal Touch


    SERAPHINA’S PERSPECTIVE


    The following morning, I apanied Daniel to have his ceremonial outfit tailored. For generations, the ckthorne family had relied on a single tailor—Henry Whitlow, an elderly craftsman whose weathered hands, though marked by time, still possessed the skill and precision honed over decades of dressing Nightfang Alphas.


    Nowadays, Henry usually delegated fittings to his apprentice, but for this special asion, Kieran had insisted the old man personally oversee every detail of Daniel’s attire.


    “It’s tradition,” Kieran exined when we discussed it the night before, his tone polite yet firm. “Henry tailored my first ceremonial coat, and my father’s before me. It’s only fitting he makes Daniel’s as well.”


    Though Kieran offered to take Daniel himself, Daniel was adamant about going with me. I would have invited Kieran along, but after so many family outingstely—and still feeling the weight of thest one—I preferred a quieter experience.


    Henry’s shop was located on a tranquil street near the city’s outskirts. The narrow building, draped in ivy, resembled a quaint storybook cottage more than a bustling tailor’s workspace.


    As we stepped inside, the tinkling bell above the door announced our arrival. A gentle scent of pressed linen, aged fabric, and a faint hint of starch filled the air.


    Shelves and walls were lined with bolts of cloth—silver-gray wolf pelts, soft cottons, and shimmering velvets—each fabric whispering stories of tradition, countless ceremonies, and pack banquets sewn into their very threads.


    “Ah,” came a warm, gravelly voice. “So this is the young Alpha ckthorne.”


    Henry appeared from behind the counter, stooped but steady. His white hair curled at the edges, and though his eyes were clouded with age, they sparkled with a lively warmth that made me smile.


    Daniel straightened up immediately. “Hello, sir.”


    Henry’s grin widened. “Polite, too. What a fine young man.”


    Then he turned to me, extending a hand with a kind smile. “Hello.”


    I returned the gesture, feeling the warmth and firmness of his grip despite his years. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Seraphina, Daniel’s mother.”


    Henry paused mid-motion, eyes widening slightly. “Of course. Seraphina ckthorne—the LST champion?”


    I blinked, surprised. “Uh… yes?”


    He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “My granddaughter is a huge fan of yours. She’s got your posters stered all over her room.”


    Posters of me? Heat crept into my cheeks. “That’s… very kind of her.”


    “She’ll be thrilled to hear I met you,” Henry said warmly. “You and young Daniel are wee here anytime. My doors are always open.”


    Daniel beamed proudly, as if he were the one who had earned the LST title. “See, Mom? You’re famous!”


    Iughed softly, ruffling his hair. “Apparently so.”


    Henry gestured toward a stool. “Up you go,d. Let’s see what kind of Alpha we’re working with.”


    Daniel climbed onto the stool, and Henry’s apprentice—a quiet young man who looked barely older than eighteen—bustled around with pins and measuring tape. But Henry waved him off.


    “Not today, Walter. I’ll handle this one myself. The boy deserves a personal touch.”


    Walter nodded respectfully and stepped back.


    I watched as Henry worked with surprising steadiness, carefully looping the measuring tape around Daniel’s broad shoulders and arms.


    “You’re taller than your father was at your age,” he mused.


    Daniel’s eyes widened. “Really?”


    “Oh yes,” Henry said with a twinkle in his eye. “Your father was a wiry little thing. Always climbing where he shouldn’t and tearing every seam I stitched within a week.”


    I raised an eyebrow, half amused, half skeptical. “That doesn’t sound like Kieran at all.”


    Henryughed heartily. “It’s true, Seraphina. Mischievous as theye. Once, he climbed onto my cutting table chasing a moth and knocked over an entire roll of silver-threaded silk. I nearly fainted.”


    Danielughed so hard he nearly toppled off the stool. “Dad did that?”<fn22f7> This text is hosted at find~novel</fn22f7>


    Henry winked. “More than once. He didn’t start mellowing out until he met a special girl.”


    I tilted my head. “A special girl?”


    He nodded knowingly. “I forget how old he was—definitely too young to understand love—but instead of causing trouble, he’d sit quietly on the stool, daydreaming all day about her ‘golden locks and big, beautiful blue eyes.’”


    An unexpected ache thudded in my chest. I had a long list of things nned for today, but hearing how smitten Kieran had been with Celeste as a boy was not one of them.


    Still, I smiled faintly, wrestling with the dull ache beneath my ribs. “She must have made quite the impression.”


    Henry nodded. “Indeed. Perhaps one day, your young Alpha here will meet someone like that—someone who steadies the fire inside him.”


    Daniel wrinkled his nose. “You mean like a girlfriend? Gross.”


    Henryughed heartily, and I couldn’t help but join in.


    “Not yet, pup,” I said, tousling his hair. “You’ve got plenty of time before that.”


    I silently hoped that when Daniel eventually fell for someone, she would treat his heart gently and spare him the pain I had endured.


    Once thest measurements were taken and Henry noted the fabric choices in his leather-bound ledger, I reached for my bag. “Thank you for taking the time, Henry. We really appreciate it.”


    But he raised a hand to stop me. “Hold on now. I want to make something for you, too.”


    I blinked in surprise. “For me?”


    “Yes,” he said simply. “Something tells me you’d wear it well.”


    I hesitated. “That’s very kind of you, but I’m no longer part of the ckthorne family.”


    His expression softened, his wrinkled face folding like aged parchment. “And what does that matter? My wish to make something for you isn’t about which family you belong to.”


    Daniel’s eyes lit up. “Please, Mom? You could match me!”


    My protest caught in my throat as I met Daniel’s hopeful gaze and Henry’s determined look. Resistance melted away.


    “All right, Henry,” I agreed. “If you’re sure.”


    “Quite sure,” he said, already reaching for a measuring tape. “Daniel might be the honoree, but nobody will be able to take their eyes off you.”


    ***


    After leaving Henry’s shop, Daniel swung our linked hands as we walked down the street.


    “Can we get lunch? I’m starving.”


    “Already? Breakfast was less than two hours ago,” I teased.


    “I burned calories just sitting still,” he said solemnly.


    I snorted. “Is that so?”


    He raised an eyebrow, looking every bit like his father. “Are you going to feed me or not?”


    Iughed, tousling his hair again. “Come on, cheeky.”


    We found ourselves at a cozy family restaurant nestled between two ss-front boutiques. The bright booths and warm décor, paired with the gentle murmur of casual conversation, created afortable, familiar atmosphere.


    Daniel slid into the booth by the window,unching into an enthusiastic ount of how fascinating Henry’s measuring tools were and how he was determined to learn to sew someday—“just so I can make Wolfy a cape.”


    His excitement was contagious—a bright spark that drew a deep smile from me as I absently scanned the menu, already knowing I’d end up ordering whatever he chose.


    Suddenly, the mood outside shifted. A sharp bark, a raised voice, then the frightened wail of a child pierced through the restaurant’s low hum.


    Chairs scraped, and murmurs rose as some diners nced toward the windows.


    I frowned, a prickling unease tightening my chest as I looked up, senses alert.


    “Is that…?” Daniel began, eyes wide.


    “Yep,” I exhaled, my stomach sinking at the sight outside. “That looks like Maxwell and his twin hurricanes.”Conclusion


    This chapter gently weaves a tapestry of tradition, family bonds, and the quiet hopes that linger beneath the surface of everyday moments. Through the tender interactions at Henry’s tailor shop, we glimpse the legacy Daniel is stepping into, not just as an Alpha but as a young man surrounded by love and stories that shape him. Seraphina’s reflections reveal the bittersweet ache of past wounds, yet also the enduring strength found in connection and the small, meaningful gestures that affirm belonging.


    As the day unfolds, the warmth shared between mother and son contrasts poignantly with the sudden tension outside, hinting at the challenges that lie ahead. Yet, in these moments of calm and care, the chapter reminds us of the power of personal touch—both in the tailoring of ceremonial coats and in the weaving of hearts—that binds the characters together, preparing them for whatever storms maye.What to Expect in Next Chapter?


    The next chapter promises to plunge us deeper into the tangled web of family ties and hidden tensions that simmer just beneath the surface. As Seraphina and Daniel’s peaceful outing takes an unexpected turn, the arrival of Maxwell and his “twin hurricanes” hints at looming disruptions that could challenge the fragile calm they’ve been trying to maintain. The contrast between the warmth of Henry’s shop and the sudden chaos outside sets the stage for emotional upheaval and unforeseen confrontations.


    We can anticipate a stirring mix of protective instincts and unresolved conflictsing to the fore, especially as Seraphina’s role within the ckthorne family continues to evolve. The delicate bnce between past loyalties and present realities may be tested, and Daniel’s youthful innocence could be caught in the crossfire. With the shadows of old rtionships and new challenges converging, the next chapter will surely deepen our understanding of the characters’ inner struggles and the stakes they face.