تسجيل الدخولSol POV Chaos. That was the only way to describe what waited outside the sanctuary. The moment I crossed the portal and arrived at the Silver Pack, the smell hit first. Smoke. Blood. Burning earth. The sky itself looked wrong, darkened by clouds moving far too fast above the territory while explosions shook the ground beneath my feet. Screams echoed through the pack lands. Not only human screams. Monster screams. The kind that no longer sounded fully alive. I moved instantly. The cold flame inside me surged through my veins as I crossed the battlefield, power exploding beneath my feet while creatures rushed through the territory like a plague. Elias creations. Not shadows. Not void creatures. Monsters. Twisted things made from flesh, darkness, and magic stitched together unnaturally. Some still looked partially human. That somehow made it worse. I cut through the first one that lunged at me without slowing down, blue and silver flames consuming it instantly. The p
Aella POV Time passed quickly inside the sanctuary. Too quickly. The days blurred together into something soft and almost peaceful, something I had never truly experienced before. For the first time in years— I rested. Not completely. I did not think someone like me would ever truly stop preparing for disaster, but the sanctuary made it easier to breathe. Easier to exist without constantly waiting for the next attack. The babies were healthy. Strong. Beatriz checked them constantly, muttering about impossible magical pregnancies and accelerated development while Pamela helped organize what now looked like a fully functioning hospital wing inside the castle. The sanctuary adapted around us daily. The nursery expanded on its own. Three cribs appeared instead of two. The walls shifted colors depending on which baby moved the most during the day. The hidden baby especially seemed to enjoy causing problems. At one point the lights throughout the entire castle flickered becau
Aella POVThe tension in the hospital wing slowly eased after the discussion about heirs.Not completely.The weight of it still lingered in the room, heavy and thoughtful, but for the first time since discovering the third baby, everyone looked less afraid and more… careful.Beatriz focused back on the monitor, her expression returning fully to professional concentration as she adjusted the machine once more.The three heartbeats echoed steadily through the room.Strong.Alive.My hand remained over my stomach the entire time.I still couldn’t fully process it.Three babies.One hidden behind a magical barrier.And somehow, despite the panic trying to creep into my mind, hearing their heartbeats grounded me more than anything else had since arriving here.Beatriz finally leaned back slightly and exhaled.“Okay,” she said slowly. “The babies are fine.”The relief that hit me was immediate enough to make my eyes sting.Beside me, Sol visibly relaxed for the first time since she mention
Aella POVThe silence lingering in the hospital wing felt heavier after Sol’s words.History repeating itself.The thought settled over everyone uneasily because none of us could deny it.Three kingdoms.Three children.Three expectations already beginning to form before they were even born.Then—Queen Silveira laughed.Not mockingly.Softly.Almost fondly.The healer Queen stepped closer to the bed, silver robes flowing around her as she looked between Sol and me with an expression that carried centuries of memory.“There were four children in total,” she said calmly.The room stilled immediately.“Elias was the fourth.”Something tightened painfully in my chest.Queen Silveira sighed softly.“The only one not given an automatic kingdom,” she continued. “Even as he lived within the sanctuary, he held no control over it.”The words landed heavily.Because suddenly—I understood.Not just the cruelty Elias suffered.The isolation.The feeling of standing beside greatness while never t
Aella POVThe room had not recovered from the revelation of the third child when the air shifted again.Power rippled softly through the hospital wing.Then—All three Queens materialized.The healer Queen stood closest to me, her silver eyes still fixed on my stomach with visible concern and fascination. Queen Alors appeared calmer, though I could see the tension hidden beneath her composed expression.The central Queen, however—Looked emotional.Not fearful.Hopeful.Her gaze locked onto the monitor displaying the three heartbeats, and for a brief moment she looked centuries younger.Order stepped forward slowly, his attention focused entirely on the screen.The monitor pulsed softly.Three heartbeats echoed through the room.Steady.Alive.“One heir for each kingdom,” Order said quietly.Silence followed.The weight of the statement settled heavily over everyone present.“This is more than we ever thought possible,” he continued.Chaos laughed immediately.Bright.Delighted.“Oh,
Aella POVThe room remained silent except for the sound of the heartbeats echoing softly through the monitors.Fast.Slow.Alive.I couldn’t stop staring at the screen.Neither could Sol.Something in my chest had completely unraveled the moment I heard them for the first time. The fear, the pressure, the endless responsibilities waiting outside these walls—None of it mattered for those few seconds.Only them.Only our children.Beatriz, however, suddenly frowned.Not lightly.Deeply.The kind of expression doctors made right before delivering terrible news.My stomach tightened immediately.“What?” Sol asked sharply beside me.Beatriz looked between us slowly.Then blinked.“Wait,” she said carefully. “When exactly were you planning on informing me that you were pregnant with triplets?”Silence.Complete silence.I felt my entire body go cold.“What?”Beatriz stared at us.“You’re having triplets.”Sol paled instantly beside me.Actually paled.I turned toward him so fast I nearly s
The atmosphere in the Grand Hall shifted from shock to a heavy, simmering tension. While the rest of the students were being herded toward the Moon and Heir towers, Pamela and I stood in the center of the atrium, looking at our digital assignment badges. "There must be a mistake in the logistics,
The walk to the first class was an exercise in power. We weren't just students moving through a hallway; we were a parade of apex predators. The King and Alpha Linus led the way, their presence so overwhelming that other students—including several Alphas from the lower towers—literally backed into
The Academy was silent, the stone corridors lit only by the flickering glow of ancient torches and modern security beams. At precisely 22:00, the heavy iron doors of the Sovereign Training Chamber groaned open. The air inside was different—colder, pressurized. Linus stood in the center of the mas
The aftermath was a blur of steel and shouting. Within seconds, a phalanx of the Royal Guard had surrounded us, their shields forming a shimmering wall of reinforced silver. Marcus didn't let me stand until we were deep within the stone corridors of the Imperial Wing, his hand a heavy, grounding we







