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Elena exchanged a glance with Damian, both of them too exhausted and too content to summon much alarm, and a moment later the nurse returned wheeling a cart absolutely overflowing with white roses an arrangement so enormous it barely fit through the door, easily the largest bouquet Elena had ever seen delivered anywhere. Damian actually laughed at the sight of it, some of the old tension finally draining fully from his shoulders for what felt like the first time in days.“No card at all?” Damian asked, studying the arrangement with faint suspicion born, Elena understood, of an entire year spent learning to be wary of unexplained gestures.“Just this,” the nurse said, handing over a small folded note.Elena opened it carefully, and felt something warm and unexpected move through her at the familiar, elegant handwriting.I heard the news through the same channels that told me about the wedding. A daughter and a son I hope they inherit their mother’s remarkable strength and their father

Elena collapsed back against the pillows, weeping with an exhaustion so complete it felt almost like peace, and watched through blurred vision as the nurses brought first her daughter, then, more carefully, her son, close enough for a single trembling moment of contact before the NICU team needed to take him for closer monitoring.“He has your stubbornness,” Elena murmured to Damian, echoing words spoken months earlier over an ultrasound screen, watching their son’s small furious face as the nurses prepared to move him.“I hope so,” Damian said, his voice thick with tears he made no attempt to hide. “I hope he fights exactly as hard as his mother did this year.”The next several hours passed in the particular blur of new parenthood layered over medical uncertainty. Elena resting, exhausted and aching, while Damian split his time between her bedside and the NICU window, watching their son’s small chest rise and fall with a devotion that had, over the course of one impossible year, bec

The drive to the hospital passed in a blur that neither of them would remember clearly afterward Elena counting contractions aloud between breaths, Damian’s hand gripped so tightly in hers that she would find faint marks the next day, Camila in the front seat beside Tomas, praying quietly in a mixture of English and the Portuguese she rarely used except in moments too large for any single language to hold.“Thirty-four weeks,” Elena said between contractions, her voice tight with fear she was trying and failing to keep steady. “We were supposed to have two more weeks, Damian. The cord, Baby B’s cord….”“Dr. Whitman is already at the hospital,” Damian said, his own voice carefully level despite the fear plainly visible in his eyes. “She’s been planning for exactly this possibility for weeks. This is why she moved the monitoring to weekly, Elena. She’s ready for this. We’re ready for this.”Elena nodded, gripping his hand through the next contraction, and found, despite the fear, a stra

Saturday arrived clear and cold, six days after Elena’s answer, and the west wing library of the Cole estate stood warm with candlelight and the smell of flowers Camila had spent the entire week arranging with the particular joy of a mother finally, fully present for a daughter’s happiness. Elena had insisted on very little in the way of formal planning — no elaborate gown fitting, no seating charts, nothing that resembled the machinery of the gala months earlier and found, in the simplicity of it, a kind of freedom she hadn’t expected.The gathering was small, exactly as they’d wanted — Irina radiant in the front row, already crying before the ceremony had properly begun; Camila beside her, dabbing at her own eyes with a handkerchief she’d clearly brought prepared; Sofia holding a small painted gift carefully in her lap; Margaret seated, at last, among family rather than at its edges, her presence a quiet testament to months of careful, deliberate repair.Elena stood in the doorway

He arrived at seven exactly, and Elena watched him from the window as he stood on the front step for a moment before knocking — gathering himself, she understood, the way she had gathered herself the night before, both of them bracing for a conversation neither could fully predict. She found, watching him, that her own nerves had settled into something calmer than she expected, the particular steadiness of a decision already made and simply waiting for its moment.She opened the door before he could knock.He looked, she thought, like a man who hadn’t slept, dressed simply, no suit, no armor of any kind — just Damian, entirely unguarded, standing on her doorstep with his whole heart visible on his face in a way he would never have permitted himself three years ago.“Come in,” she said.He followed her into the kitchen, and she made tea neither of them would drink, because it gave her hands something to do while she found the words she’d been rehearsing since two in the morning.“I sp

She didn’t call him back that night. She went home instead, sat with her mother over tea neither of them drank, and let herself, finally, feel the full weight of everything Damian had said on that terrace without the pressure of an audience or a decision demanded on the spot. The apartment felt unusually quiet, the twins settled and calm, as though even they understood their mother needed the stillness more than usual tonight.“You’re quiet,” Camila observed, watching her daughter across the kitchen table with the particular careful attention she’d developed over months of learning Elena’s silences.“I’m thinking.” Elana said“About Damian, or about the other one?” Camila asked.Elena laughed softly, surprised by the directness of the question. “Both, I think. Neither, really. I’m thinking about myself, mostly — about what I actually want, underneath everything else I’ve been managing for so long that I’ve almost forgotten how to ask the question honestly.”Camila reached across the

Lyra’s POV“ROWAN!” Prince Luca’s voice thundered across the gathering ground. Everyone turned. The atmosphere that had been filled with excitement suddenly became painfully quiet. Even the instructors stopped talking as all eyes moved toward the prince, the collective attention of hundreds of people shifting in a single breath.I froze.Rowan slowly turned around. Luca was walking toward us with a look I had never seen before. His eyes were dark with anger, his fists tightly clenched, and every step he took made it obvious that he was barely controlling himself, the muscles in his jaw working as though he were biting back something far worse than words. “Rowan, how dare you?”Rowan didn’t answer.Luca reached him in seconds. “If I didn’t know you were my cousin, if I didn’t know we shared the same blood, you would have been dead by now.”“Prince Luca, please…”I stepped forward, but he ignored me.“You are a weakling,” Luca spat. “That’s why you became the first Lycan in our history

Prince Luca’s POV Today was supposed to determine everything. For months, questions had followed me everywhere I went, trailing behind me through council meetings and quiet corridors alike. Wendy was supposed to be my betrothed, but the truth had already come out. The prophecy had been manipulated, and the person everyone had believed was meant for me might not be the one the Moon Goddess had actually chosen. Today could change everything. I stood quietly among the crowd, watching everyone gather as I battled with my thoughts, the noise around me fading into something distant and unimportant. Vani. My wolf stirred inside me. You already know who she is. I clenched my jaw. “Don’t start.” Lyra is the one. I looked toward the gathering ground. Lyra. Even thinking about her name made something inside me change. I had been trying to understand it for so long. Why did I become angry whenever another man came close to her? Why did seeing Rowan touch her make my blood boil? Why did

Lyra’s POVPrincess Elara looked at me and smiled. “You go ahead. I’ll join you soon.”I nodded. “Alright.”I left her room and began walking down the long corridor toward the gathering area. The palace felt strangely different tonight. The usual noise was missing. Most of the corridors were quiet, and the only sound I could hear was the soft echo of my footsteps against the polished floor.I continued walking until something suddenly caught my attention. A figure stood near one of the doorways. At first I couldn’t make out who it was because the corridor was dark, the shadows there deeper than they should have been at this hour. But then I noticed the smile. It was strange. Horrible. The kind of smile that made my stomach tighten immediately.I stopped. “Who was standing there?”. I asked but there was no reply.I quickly reached for the switch on the wall and turned on the light. The figure came into view.Wendy.My eyes widened. She stood there silently for a moment before turning a

Lyra’s POVI looked at my cousin for a few seconds after everything she had told me. There were still so many questions running through my mind, but I knew this wasn’t the right place to ask her everything. The guards were waiting, and I didn’t want to make things more difficult for her.I reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay. You can go now.”She looked at me with a little disappointment in her eyes. “I really wanted to stay more with you.”“I know.” I smiled at her. “But you shouldn’t get yourself into trouble because of me.”She nodded slowly. Before she turned away, I remembered something. “Wait.”She looked back.“Please greet my favorite uncle for me.”A smile appeared on her face. “I will.”“And tell him that once the session is over, I may ask him to come here.” I paused before adding, “I might even beg him to let me host him here myself.”Her eyes brightened. “I’ll tell him.”“Good.” I said to her.She gave me one last smile before the guards began le

Lyra’s POVFor a moment, I stood there staring at Princess Elara. Her last question remained hanging between us, heavier than I expected a single sentence could be.“What did you see?”I looked at her. Then I looked toward the door where Adrian had disappeared, half hoping he might reappear and explain everything so I wouldn’t have to decide what to say on my own. There were so many questions in my mind, but somehow I didn’t have the strength to ask any of them. Maybe whatever I had walked in on was something she wasn’t ready to explain. And perhaps I wasn’t ready to hear it either.I took a small breath. “Nothing.”Elara blinked. “Nothing?”I nodded. “It’s fine.” I forced a small smile. “I’ll leave it to settle down. I’ll come back later.”I turned toward the door. Before I could take another step, Elara called my name.“Lyra.”I stopped. She walked closer.“Promise me you won’t tell anyone what you saw.”I looked back at her. Her expression was serious now. There was no trace of the

Lyra’s POVPrince Luca and I were still dancing. The music continued softly around us, and for a few seconds, I tried to forget everything else happening around me. I could feel his hand resting around my waist while mine remained on his shoulder. His movements were calm and controlled, and strangely enough, I had stopped feeling nervous.I didn’t understand what was happening between us anymore. One moment, Luca was the cold and terrifying prince who could make everyone tremble with just one look. The next, he was standing here with me as though there was nowhere else he wanted to be.I looked up at him. His eyes were fixed on me. I quickly looked away.Maybe I was thinking too much. Maybe this dance meant nothing to him. After all, I was still his personal slave.That thought alone was enough to bring me back to reality.Before I could say anything, a familiar voice came from behind us.“Oh.”I immediately knew who it was. “Wendy”.I turned slightly and saw her walking toward us. S