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Chapter 42: Caged Under Moonlight
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2025-12-11 09:00:14Alara’s POV
The palace felt smaller the next morning.
Narrower halls, tighter rooms, shadows that seemed to press in on all sides. It wasn’t the walls that trapped me, Xavier had sealed every corridor leading out of my quarters, posted more guards at my door, and stationed two more inside my sitting room.
All of it because of what happened last night. Because of the intruder. Because the rogue had whispered that I belonged to something ancient. And because Xavier was terrified.
I should have felt safe.
Instead, I felt watched. Contained. Controlled.
I paced in front of the balcony doors, the crescent mark beneath my wrist tingling with a faint pulse. The silver shimmer had grown more visibl
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