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Penulis: Major_Canis
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-20 14:00:48

Lyra’s POV

Nights in the hospital always feel colder.

The lights in my room are dimmed, the sound of nurses’ footsteps grows scarce, and the monitor beside my bed ticks softly—as if reminding me that my body now carries something that cannot be taken lightly.

I’m still not fully used to that word. Pregnant.

I rest a hand over my stomach. There’s no visible change yet, no obvious signs. But the reality is there. A small life, settled inside me for who knows how long, binding my position far more tightly than before.

The door opens quietly.

“Mother?”

Vania enters in hurried steps, her eyes immediately locking onto me. Her face has been pale since this afternoon, but now there’s something else there—a mix of relief and excitement she can barely hide.

“Lyra,” she says, slightly breathless. “Is… is this news true?”

I

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    They laugh—but it isn’t mocking.“I hope Miss Cassandra becomes our Luna. You hope so too, don’t you?”I hear a long exhale. “That’s why we’re happy Miss Cassandra is here.”“And Iris,” the voice adds. “That child… reminds the Alpha of something he once had. Without him even realizing it.”“That’s why don’t ruin this,” the first whispers. “Don’t let the past crash into him again.”Their footsteps fade. The voices disappear—but the words remain, heavy, suspended, suffocating.I stand frozen for several seconds.Losing his wife and child.Right… Ben had mentioned it once, in passing. A tragic story never explained in detail. Now, the fragments feel more real. More painful.No wonder Orion is the way he is. No wonder he keeps his distance. No wonder he chooses to be present without clinging.And no wonder… everyone in this mansion looks at Iris and me as if we’re a small light they’re afraid to see go out.

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