LOGINMira’s POVI had trusted him once before. I had believed him with every fibre of my being. And he had broken me—Alexander and Liora. The memory of that betrayal still haunted me, sharp and bitter, like a wound that refused to heal. I thought I could survive it, that I could keep loving, keep trusting. But seeing him now with Grace, wrapping her in the same tenderness he once reserved only for me, that betrayal cut just as deep—maybe even deeper. My chest tightened, my stomach knotted, and the ache in my heart was unbearable. How could he lie so easily, pretending nothing had changed, pretending I was still the only one?He was convincing me that they were just friends, that I was the only one in his heart, in his life, in his bed. And I tried to believe him. I really tried.But now… now I couldn’t.Alexander was kneeling in front of Grace, gently embracing her like she was the most precious thing in his life. He lied to me again. Again he shattered my heart into a thousand pieces.
Alexander’s POV I was wrapping up documents in my study, and again and again, Mira’s face flashed through my mind. The cold way she had looked at me—and the warmth of her gaze when she looked at the Royal Commander, the king now—hurt more than a dagger ever could. Of course, he was Mr. Perfect, who never made mistakes, a saint, an angel himself, nothing compared to me— I ran my hands over my face, trying to shake the thoughts, but they clung like shadows. I hated myself for letting it happen, hated that I had let pride and fear dictate my words, and now Mira was paying the price. “Stop ranting. You lied to her about your past with Grace,” Velkan growled in my mind. “I was intimate with Grace five years ago. It does not matter now. The past is the past,” I replied, brushing my fingers through my hair, though my voice sounded hollow even to me. “You still chose to lie to her instead of coming clean. She would understand,” Velkan shot back. “So smart of you to judge. So tell me, w
Mira’s POV Handsome like a God. He always was but now a crown was resting on his red curls adding him even more confident and regal look. For a heartbeat, everything else blurred—the walls, the tension, the ache I carried. There was only him. I ran and jumped into his arms, feeling warm and safe in my mate's embrace. The weight on my chest loosened instantly, like I had been holding my breath for days without realising it. "I felt daily that you are unsettled and stressed through the bond so I came to check on you", said Dorrin softly, kissing the top of my head. His voice alone was enough to steady me. He always knew. Always felt me. "I am happy to see you", I whispered. Next to him I felt warm and peaceful. His presence grounded me, calming my storm. With Dorrin, the chaos inside me quieted, even if only for a moment. "Why were you running?" He asked. I wanted to say it is nothing. But would it not be a lie? I would be a hypocrite mad at Alexander for lying while now I wou
Mira’s POV My lips parted. I gasped. Alexander and Grace stood fully dressed in the large, spacious room. Grace held a platter of pastries; when she noticed me, she froze mid-chew. Alexander’s expression went blank—like a deer caught in headlights. Servants moved around them, adjusting bookshelves, moving a sofa, and arranging large potted plants. “Mira, what are you doing here?” Alexander asked, the words awkward and rushed. The disappointment in his voice cut deeper than the question. “I wanted to see my mate. Is that a problem?” Grace lowered the platter onto a side table. Her smile was polite, careful. “I’ll leave you two alone.” Neither of us stopped her. She motioned for the servants to follow, and the room emptied, the door closing far too softly. “So this is where you sneak away with Grace,” I said, my gaze slowly sweeping the room. “Cosy place for meeting your lover.” “Mira—no. This is for you.” He stepped closer. “I wanted you to have a space to paint and write. Gr
Mira’s POVI woke up alone again. The bitterness of yesterday’s lies was still pressing on me.This time, there was no rose on Alexander’s pillow—only a piece of paper. I snatched it lazily, then froze.On the paper was a drawing of me sleeping. It looked so real, as if I could open my eyes and step straight out of the page into the real world. Every line was careful, intimate—too intimate. The tilt of my head, the loose strand of hair across my cheek, the softness of my mouth parted in sleep.I never knew Alexander could draw at all, and I certainly never expected this kind of talent.“Can’t wait to have you,” was written at the bottom of the drawing.“My queen, I didn’t want to wake you as I had to leave very early for something urgent. See you shortly at breakfast,” Alexander’s voice came through the mindlink.“See you soon,” I replied.I took a quick bath and headed to the dining hall. My hair was still damp, I wore no makeup, and I was dressed in a simple, long, loose pink dress.
Mira’s POVAlexander rushed off to meetings again, and I slowly got ready before heading to breakfast. Today, breakfast was served for the ladies outside in the garden, so we could enjoy the view and discuss the coronation arrangements.Ghosts of Alexander’s passionate touches still lingered on my skin—his whispers, his promises to love me forever, branded into my body and soul. Yet beneath it all, something felt wrong. The usual warmth that followed our intimacy had curdled into a restless unease, sharp and unfamiliar.Diana, my mother, Marina, and Queen Ariana were already waiting for me at the breakfast table—smiling, chatting, sipping their aromatic coffee. The scent of delicious food mixed with flowers from the garden was pleasantly alluring. I glanced around the table… Grace was missing. Again. A bitter thought surfaced—whenever Alexander was busy, Grace always seemed to be as well.I took my seat and greeted everyone, receiving warm smiles in return.Diana winked at me. “I he







