Alessandro,Next afternoon, I stood at the front steps of the packhouse, blood still roaring in my ears, the sound of my own voice echoing in the hollow space of my chest. “She’s pregnant,” I had said. “She’s not just my mate—she’s the Luna of this territory. And if anyone lays a single finger on her, their entire bloodline will be banished. Do you hear me? Their children. Their siblings. Everyone.” That was how far I was willing to go. I needed that woman to spill everything out with the fear. It was late afternoon now, but I didn’t feel the sun or hear the birds. My thoughts were back in that cold, blinking screen where I saw Mauve—my Mauve—being carried away like she was nothing. Limp. Helpless. And I had done nothing. But when I went around the woods, why I couldn't feel it. What happened to her? I clenched my fists. I was going to bring her back. No matter what it cost. The guards were sweeping the forests in every direction. The scouts were circling the outskirts. Shadow
Mauve, My mouth was dry. The air in the small storage room felt tighter than before—like the walls were inching closer, swallowing the oxygen bit by bit. The thin blanket they had given me was soaked in sweat. My skin stuck to it, hot and clammy. I didn’t know if I was shaking from the Moon Wolf’s exhaustion or my body trying to keep up with the life growing inside me. “Here—try a sip.” A small, chipped cup touched my lips. I sipped, but it was just water. Warm. Flat. My stomach turned. “I’m sorry,” said the younger servant girl—Rea, I think her name was. “We couldn’t find anything else. They’ve closed all the shops. Guards are patrolling. Nobody’s allowed to buy in bulk without ID.” Her hands trembled as she pulled the cup back. “They know,” I whispered. Rea didn’t answer. She just looked down, guilt written all over her face. “I told you he’d come for me,” I said softly. “Alessandro’s probably tearing the earth open right now. Maybe we can just go home and take time. I prom
Alessandro, Cosette wasn’t in her quarters. She wasn't even in the Packhouse. My guards went to Lunar oracle when she said she was blessed. She wasn’t in the infirmary. Not in the greenhouse, not with the other healers, and definitely not anywhere she was supposed to be. The moment I saw the last corridor clear, something inside me snapped. She had vanished the same day Mauve was taken. Coincidence? No. I didn’t believe in those anymore. Theo and two shadow guards trailed behind me as I stormed toward the south tower, where the guest chambers were rarely used unless I had foreign visitors or nobles too entitled to sleep in common rooms. Cosette had requested one weeks ago. Said she needed quiet to “regain her focus.” I should’ve looked closer. Should’ve interrogated her the moment we found the files and her involvement in dark magic. Mauve warned me about her. I should have listened to my woman. Pathetic! My boots struck the marble hard. The light above flickered as
Mauve, The room was dim, but not cold. Someone had moved a few lanterns and candles closer, and the scent of herbs hung faintly in the air. My eyes fluttered open, and I winced at the dull ache that crept through my limbs. My body felt like it had been wrung dry. I turned my head and found the five women again. All dressed in simple servant clothes. Their faces were drawn with worry, but this time, a hint of relief broke through. “Don’t try to move too quickly,” said the oldest woman gently. Her hair was tied back, strands of gray peeking through. “You’ve been out for hours. I prepared some bread” I sat up slowly, nausea twisting in my gut. ” Where are we actually?” I looked around. Not even a single ray entering the place. “Old stable house,” one of them said without hiding the truth, glancing toward the boarded window. “We used to clean it every week. Nobody checks it anymore.” “You took me,” I said, my voice hoarse. Her baby made a soft sound, rooting toward her chest
Alessandro, The sun had begun its descent when I stepped out of the briefing room, the weight of a dozen silent decisions resting on my shoulders. My men—my shadow guards—had done their job well. They mapped out trails of dark magic laced through abandoned villages, intercepted two suspicious supply routes, and identified five individuals whose names were never meant to reach the surface. All connected to Evelyn. All breathing my air. I should’ve felt satisfied. Instead, I felt… an ache. Like I’d forgotten something important. I rubbed the back of my neck as I exited the building, my thoughts veering elsewhere. Mauve, I wondered how she was feeling right now. Each day she looked exhausted but determined. The meeting had run longer than expected, and I hadn’t seen her since the early morning. She’d been sleeping when I left—curled against the pillows with one hand resting protectively over her stomach. She always looked peaceful like that, but lately… she looked tired too. Draine
Mauve, The last person I healed had been a child—barely twelve or thirteen. Her little body had trembled with fever, her eyes glassy and unfocused as her mother held her tight, begging through tears. I remembered kneeling on the floor, my hands pressed gently over the girl’s chest. My wolf, Neva, had risen at once. The familiar silver warmth bloomed through me like moonlight, flooding the child’s body. And when it was over—when the girl opened her eyes and reached for her mother’s face—I thought I could rest. Sometimes I got some vision from the patients but they weren't something harmful. Just a slightest warning could help them. However, the little girl was the last person who I could treat for the day. The highest I could help was four people. I couldn't deny my own needs and strength especially with my baby inside. Thankfully they weren't pushy. Everyone like doctor appointment presented themselves in the dungeon everyday. After returning home, I noticed the girls