LOGINPoV Lyra
The healer arrives close to midnight.
He’s an old man with neatly tied silver hair, his robe simple but clean. His gaze is sharp—too sharp for someone who’s supposedly here just to examine me. When he steps closer, the air around me seems to shift, as if something inside my body reacts before my mind can catch up.
He doesn’t touch me right away.
“Interesting,” he murmurs, more to himself than to anyone else.
“What do you mean?” I ask, my breathing shallow.
He lifts his hand, stopping a few inches from my abdomen. “Your energy flow is unstable. An Alpha’s pregnancy should strengthen you. But this—” He pauses, his brow furrowing. “This is weakening you instead.”
My mother stiffens beside the bed. “Is it dangerous?”
“It can be,” the healer answers honestly. “And this child cannot be approached
PoV AlaricI left Lyra’s hospital room without looking back.My stride is steady, but my thoughts are in chaos. The corridor feels narrower than before, as if the walls themselves are closing in on a chest already too full. Every word the healer spoke keeps replaying in my head—cold, precise, without any intent to wound, and yet devastating because of it.If this is an Alpha’s child, the Alpha’s presence should calm her.Not weaken her. Not trigger rejection.I clench my fists. So that instinct of mine was right. This isn’t just suspicion born of conflict. There’s something fundamental—and humiliating—about this possibility.If Lyra isn’t carrying my child, then everything she’s done isn’t just manipulation.It’s betrayal.And the cruelest question is also the simplest one: since when?I get into the car without a word. The
PoV LyraThe healer arrives close to midnight.He’s an old man with neatly tied silver hair, his robe simple but clean. His gaze is sharp—too sharp for someone who’s supposedly here just to examine me. When he steps closer, the air around me seems to shift, as if something inside my body reacts before my mind can catch up.He doesn’t touch me right away.“Interesting,” he murmurs, more to himself than to anyone else.“What do you mean?” I ask, my breathing shallow.He lifts his hand, stopping a few inches from my abdomen. “Your energy flow is unstable. An Alpha’s pregnancy should strengthen you. But this—” He pauses, his brow furrowing. “This is weakening you instead.”My mother stiffens beside the bed. “Is it dangerous?”“It can be,” the healer answers honestly. “And this child cannot be approached
PoV LyraThat night felt unbearably long.I sat propped against the bed, the blanket pulled up to my chest, while Mother stood by the window, staring out at the silent hospital corridor. No one spoke. We waited.Every second felt like a breath held too long.The door finally opened with a soft click. Cyan stepped inside carefully, closing it behind him before he spoke. The look on his face held a satisfaction he barely bothered to hide.“It worked,” he said.I straightened slightly. “How?”“Congratulations are pouring in,” Cyan replied. “From the warriors, the main families, even a few Elders. They’re happy. Your pregnancy is being welcomed as a blessing.”Mother smiled faintly—a sharp, calculating smile. “And Alaric?”“That’s what they’re questioning,” Cyan continued. “Many are asking why the Alpha hasn
Lyra’s POVThe silence after Alaric left was crueller than any shouting.I stared at the closed door for a long time, as if sheer focus might make it open again. But it didn’t. No footsteps returned. No shadow hesitated. My old methods—crying, collapsing, causing a scene—no longer worked.That realization crept in slowly, then tightened its grip.I sat half-reclined, my breathing still uneven. Every heartbeat felt like a reminder that the control I once held had slipped away. I was no longer the center of his gravity. For the first time, I wasn’t the one deciding anything.The door opened without a knock.“Mother?” My voice came out soft, almost hopeful.Vania entered with a hard expression, her steps sharp and impatient. Cyan followed, closing the door carefully behind them. Their gazes met in the air—anger, panic, and something darker mixed together.“You
Cassandra’s POVI only realized something was different when a servant stopped me in the hallway leading to the kitchen.“Miss Cassandra,” she said with a smile that was a little too polished to be mere courtesy, “dinner is ready.”I turned, mildly confused. “I haven’t—”“The Alpha has asked that you not go down to the kitchen tonight,” she continued gently. “He hopes you’ll spend the evening with Miss Iris.”I paused. The request felt… unfamiliar. Not because of what it was, but because of the way everyone in the mansion seemed to be in quiet agreement—as if the decision had already been discussed without needing my input.“I just wanted to help,” I said at last.The servant’s smile widened. “You already have, Miss. Tonight, please let us take care of things.”I nodded, a little awkwardly, and headed toward the dining room.The long table had been set with elegant care. Small candles burned softly, thei
Cassandra’s POVThere was a rare calm that morning—almost unreal.The air in NightFang felt softer than usual. A thin veil of mist hung low between the trees, while sunlight slowly filtered through, glinting off damp leaves. I was helping Iris slip on her light jacket when Orion appeared in the doorway.“Have you had breakfast?” he asked.I nodded. “Iris has too.”“Good,” he said simply. “We’re going out.”I paused. “Where to?”“The eastern valley.”His tone wasn’t an invitation. It was a straightforward statement of something already decided.I looked at Iris, who immediately tilted her head, eyes lighting up. “The eastern valley?”“A place with lots of plants,” Orion said. “Want to see it?”Iris nodded eagerly. “Very much!”I let out a smal







