INICIAR SESIĂNMorgana grips Kieran's shirt tightly, tears spilling over her lashes as the contraction slowly passes, leaving her weak and trembling.âMother, I... it hurts,â she cries out, her voice breaking.âLet's take her to the royal doctor,â the queen mother says, turning on her heel.They all hurry toward the exit.Kieran runs with frantic, powerful strides, carrying Morgana as if she weighs nothing at all.He's torn. Between his responsibilities as a king, a son, a husband, a brother, and a father.His mother leads the way, while his little sister tries her best to keep up, her small hand clutching the edge of Kieran's tunic.Morgana writhes in his arms, her body shaking as another wave of pressure builds low in her pelvis.The child is set on coming out. The natural force is overwhelming her body, demanding her to yield to the birth whether the castle is under siege or not.âStay strong, my love,â Kieran murmurs down to her, his breath warm against her temple as he charges down the final st
âKieranâŠâ Morgana whispers softly, her gray eyes shining with happy tears. "Itâs time. Our baby is coming.âKieran opens his mouth to reply, his eyes widening with realization, however, before a single word can leave his lips, a long, bloodcurdling howl tears through the night.It is a war cry.In the distance, grunts of wolves fighting, clashing steel, and screams of terror ring out from the lower village.Kieran looks out the window. Shadows move frantically across the courtyard below. The pack is under attack.The sheer shock of the sound startles Morgana. Her whole body jerks, and a violent wave of pressure slams into her lower belly.Pain shoots up her spine like hot fire.âAhhh!â she cries out, her voice cracking as her first real contraction grips her whole body.She clutches her stomach, her fingers digging deep into the soft white fabric of her silk gown. âKieranâŠâKieran hurries back to her side, dropping to his knees beside her on the rug, his hands hovering over her trembl
Before Kieran can step forward, Morgana places a gentle, firm hand on his wrist, staying him.She takes a step forward, standing directly beneath the towering gaze of the elders. A quiet, terrifying stillness falls over her. Deep within her pupils, a faint, ethereal silver light flickers, a subtle pulse of ancient spiritual energy that fills the room with an undeniable, suffocating weight.The elders gasp at the aura radiating off her, several of them stumbling back into their seats as the raw, divine pressure washes over them.âYou speak of strength, Elder Malakai,â Morgana says, her voice smooth, calm, and ringing with an otherworldly authority that echoes through the stone walls. âI survived the abuse of the beta's household.âShe lifts her chin, her eyes locking onto Malakai until the old noble breaks eye contact, trembling beneath her gaze of the woman he just called a low born.âI did not ask for a crown,â Morgana continues, her voice firm and unwavering. âI was chosen by the Go
âNo, Your Grace,â Morgana stammers, her voice barely a whisper. âI only... I know what I am to this palace. To the elders. To you.ââWhat you were,â Evangeline corrects sharply, stepping closer and reaching down to catch Morgana by the elbow, pulling her firmly up to her feet. âYou were a servant. But the moment you bled for your king, I saw your sacrifice."Morgana stares at the Queen Mother, her chest heaving, utterly speechbound.âI called the guards,â Evangeline continues, turning toward the door as it swings open, âto bring the royal seamstress and the head butler. If you are to stand beside my son when he addresses the High Council tomorrow, you will not look like a servant. You will wear the robes of a Luna.âMorgana eyes widen with tears.Two elderly attendants hurry into the room, bowing low before the Queen and Morgana.Evangeline turns back to Morgana, her gaze softening just a fraction. âYou proved your strength at the eastern border. Kieran told me what happened. You prot
Before Morgana can answer, a hesitant knock echoes against the doors of the Sanctum.Kieran turns his head toward the entrance, his arm remaining firmly locked around Morganaâs waist.âEnter,â he commands, his deep voice echoing through the cavern.The door creaks open just enough for a young palace maid to slip inside, her head bowed so low her chin practically touches her chest.She holds a tray with towels and garments, a rich, deep emerald dress woven from heavy silk for Morgana, and a dark, gold-trimmed tunic with trousers for the Alpha King.âY-Your Majesty,â the maid stammers, keeping her eyes glued to the floor as she sets the tray down on a marble bench near the edge of the pool. âThe Queen Mother sent these for you both.ââLeave us,â Kieran says softly.The maid bows hurriedly and scurries out, the doors sealing shut behind her once more.Kieran lifts Morgana into his arms, stepping out of the water onto the stone floor. He takes a towel and gently dries her skin, brushing t
Kieran groans, a sound of pure surrender, and his hands slide beneath her, cupping her bottom, lifting her against the smooth stone edge. The water runs between them, warm and silver, and she feels him at her entrance, the promise of him, the heat of him, and they both go still.âLook at me,â he says.She does. His golden eyes are dark with hunger, but underneath the hunger there is something softer. Reverence. Wonder. A fear he would never admit to.âI love you,â he says. âI have loved you since the first night I saw you. I will love you until the moon burns out.ââI love you,â she whispers back. âI love you, my King. My mate. My everything.âHe pushes inside her, slow, inch by inch, and the world narrows to the stretch and the heat and the impossible fullness of him.Morgana's head falls back, her silver hair trailing in the water, a broken sound escaping her lips. He fills her completely, and she feels whole in a way she never knew she was broken.He stills, buried to the hilt, and
~~âą~âĄ~âą~~ âNo! AlphaâŠâ I say softly, forcing a smile I donât feel, trying to remain calm. âPlease. Allow me this small mystery for tonight. I promise our next encounter will be different.â He studies me for a long moment, his gaze heavy with suspicion. I can feel the decision forming behind his
~~~âȘââȘ~~~ I stand there, paralyzed, looking into eyes that hold a brewing storm. Iâm a servant in a borrowed dress, a girl who scrubs filth from stone floors and survives on scraps from the kitchen trash. Because of that, they call me Raccoon, a scavenger in the dark, and I'm fated to the King
~~âą~â~âą~~ The doors close behind me with a quiet finality. I take deep breaths, trying to calm the storm inside my chest. âThis way, my lady?â Two guards lead the way. I pause after a few steps and turn, and as expected, Beta Silas is at the upper balcony, a silent threat that reminds me that one
Morganaâs POV~~âê©ËđŒËê©â~~âAhâah⊠yesâŠâ Lady Victoriaâs breathless cries seep through the heavy oak doors, thick with lust and indulgence. The sounds of bodies slapping, of pleasure being taken without restraint, echo down the corridor.I donât flinch.I stand where I always do, outside the door,







