ELARA'S POV I sat at the dining table, attempting to eat my dinner. The food tasted bland and lifeless, mirroring my mind. Clara stood silently behind me, her presence a familiar comfort. I picked at my meal, pushing the food around my plate more than actually eating it.My appetite had been strange ever since the pregnancy, sometimes ravenous, other times completely. Some days, I had to force myself to eat and act normal in order not to give myself away, but today...I couldn't.Finally, I gave up, pushing the plate away with a sigh. "I'm done." I mumbled, rising from the table.Clara walked over, her eyes scanning the plate, a sigh escaped her lips. "Are you sure? You didn't eat much..""Yeah, but I'm alright. If I force myself further, I might throw up."She nodded silently. "I'll escort you back to your room then."We headed back upstairs, the silence between us broken only by the soft rustle of our footsteps on the carpeted stairs. From the corner of my eye, I saw Liam standing o
Rinn.:CHAPTER SEVENTY FOURELARA'S POVMy eyes widened at her comment. "What do you mean? Explain yourself."Seraphina smirked, pulling back slightly. "You really think you're being sly, huh? It's extremely obvious.""Tell me what you mean right now!" I demanded, my voice rising in frustration. She flinched a bit at my sudden outburst, then scoffed, folding her arms across her chest."You..." She began, her eyes narrowed. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest like a trapped bird. She couldn't know. She shouldn't know. I'd hidden my pregnancy perfectly well... She was the last person I ever wanted to find out. Especially not like this."You are sick, aren't you?" She asked, a strange glint in her eyes. "Huh?" I blinked at her, bewildered. What on earth was she getting at?"That explains it. The pale face and nausea," she tilted her head, rolling her eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I don't know what it is. But let me guess, you played a dying princes
ELARA POVPanic clawed at my throat. I practically sprinted out of my room to Kael's office, the neatly folded letter clutched in my hand like a lifeline, as I entered his office, it was empty. I headed to his chambers, hoping he'd be there, but he wasn't. As I stood in the hallway, lost and confused on what to do, Clara approached."Miss Elara?" She asked as she took a few steps closer to me, her brows etched in confusion. "Are you alright? You look disturbed...""Where's Kael?" I demanded, ignoring her questions and concerns. My impatience was evident in my tone. The second time. The second time I'm getting a blank letter. The pattern was unsettling, the lack of any threat even more so. It was unnerving."The Lycan? I think I saw him outside..." Her words trailed, before she could finish, I was already running towards the exit of the Palace, running past the surprised onlookers.As soon as I stepped out. There he was, Kael, in the courtyard with his beta standing beside him.I ran t
ELARA'S POVI stared at him, utterly stunned. He broke up with her? Just like that?"Why?" The word slipped out before I could stop it. "Why did you do that?"Kael's eyes darkened, his voice low and steady. "Because she was never my choice. I said I was going to make things right. I intend on doing so now, and by starting, I needed to get rid of Seraphina."I blinked, trying to wrap my head around it. "What does that even mean?"He ran a hand through his thick hair, then fixed his eyes on me with a look so serious it made my heart pound. "You know what I mean, Elara. Stop acting as if you don't. Because deep down, I know you understand exactly what I'm trying to say."I opened my mouth, but he cut me off before I could even say a word."Now might not be the prefect time," he said, vis voice rough around the edges. "But Elara, please let me speak. I have to do this, or else I'd keep living with regrets."I swallowed hard and looked away. I knew exactly what he was trying to do, and tha
ELARA'S POVI stared at him, unsure of what to say. Dr. Alen was the last person I wanted to encounter. Memories flooded back, bitter, painful memories of how he'd draw my blood until I nearly passed out, using me like some tool to heal others. A freak, they all called me. And he took the delight in making me suffer further.I swallowed hard as I nodded. "Hello, Dr. Alen. It's been a while.""Indeed, it has," his voice was calm, but there was something cold beneath it. "What brings you to the infirmary?""I came to treat a little boy. He had a scratch."He raised a brow, scanning the whole area. The other healers just ignored us both and continued with whatever they were doing. "What boy?" He asked, his eyes sharp as he stared at me."He just ran off, barely a minute before you entered.""Oh. Figures. I thought you came here yourself." He smirked slightly.Yeah as if. I mentally scoffed to myself. Forcing a smile, I replied. "I have no business here, why would I come?""I don't know,"
ELARA'S POVMy mind raced. "I...I don't know," I mumbled. "I just found it on my table in my room earlier. I thought it might be a misplaced letter or so..."His gaze narrowed. "Who sent it, Elara?"I shook my head. "I have no idea. Clara didn't say anything about a letter, so I'm just as confused as you are. She's the only one who enters my room."He let out a sigh, a weary sound that tugged at my heartstrings. Without a word, he turned and walked towards his desk, the polished wood gleaming under the soft light. Without hesitation, he unfolded the letter.I watched him, my heart pounding in my chest. What if it was a threat? Or worse? Dreadful news?The air seemed to thicken as he stared at the paper, his face slowly draining of color. My breath hitched in my throat as I watched him. "Kael? What is it? What's wrong?"He didn't answer, his gaze still frozen on the letter. I couldn't stand the suspense any longer. I pushed myself forward, stepping around the desk to stand beside him.