LOGINMira’s POV
“Please, let’s fly,” Asfar nagged me. “We deserve to unwind.” The last two days had been relentless—planning the Harvest Festival and the crown ceremony, practising the dance over and over so I wouldn’t embarrass myself. On the positive side, Alexander had been with me during all the scarce free moments in his hectic schedule, and Grace was completely out of the picture. I was happy. Asfar was happy too, but the walls of the palace still felt suffocating, and she kept nagging nonstop to fly, her impatience contagious. “You know it’s not safe. We’re still a target of someone mysterious. Or maybe we could invite our parents or Marina to join us,” I suggested, though even I felt the itch of freedom calling. “You know Dad is in meetings, and Mom and Marina are busy planning. I think if the castle were on fire, they still wouldn’t stop the tablecloth selection mission or arguing over which shade of pink the flowMira’s POV These mysterious green eyes were flashing in my mind. I wanted to forget them, forget the fact that I had been on the edge of death. The memory of the cold blade, the way my chest had tightened, the panic that had clawed at me—it was still raw, crawling under my skin, making my pulse quicken even now. I tried to tell myself I was safe, that I was back in my bed, but the shadows of that fear refused to leave. The warm touch of my mates drying me after the bath was soothing, soft like a balm against the tremor of adrenaline still rattling through my body, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed both of them. I needed to feel them claiming me, grounding me, reminding me that I escaped death. “I need both of you,” I pleaded, my voice trembling, raw with need and desperation. “Love, let the physician examine you first,” Dorrin said, ready to dress me in my pyjamas. His concern was kind, protective, but it only made my heart ache more—why did I need more than safety? I
Mira’s POV The time froze as a dagger was moving swiftly toward my throat. The strong queen with the most powerful creature in her belly was going to die disgracefully. Maybe on the edge of death, I was hallucinating, but the delicious scent of marshmallow and strawberry hit my nostrils and I saw a silhouette of a tall muscular frame and familiar sea green eyes flashed. I felt my chest tighten, my lungs struggling to take in air, my heart hammering so hard it felt like it would burst. Every nerve in my body screamed in raw terror and disbelief. My stomach turned, nausea twisting with the fear that this could be the end. I could almost hear the echo of my own terrified heartbeat over the screaming in my ears. Suddenly my torturer’s grip loosened and a dagger never reached me. A piercing scream filled the air and Grace fell. I blinked frantically, trying to process the chaos, my hands trembling so badly I could barely hold myself upright. I jumped to my feet seeing six bodies
Mira’s POV The moment the horn blew, I bolted into the woods. Bare feet touched warm soil, its rich, loamy scent clinging to my skin as my heart drummed in my chest with sweet anticipation. Sap, damp bark, crushed leaves—home. I had always been a hunter, never prey—but being chased thrilled me. I didn’t want Alexander to catch me easily, though I was undeniably waiting for the moment he would, for the moment I would be at his mercy, wrapped in the familiar heat of his scent. I moved deeper and deeper into the woods. The rustle of leaves, the sound of footsteps, the sharp tang of sweat, soft moans, and the musky arousal of mates already caught and now pleasured by their lovers—all of it faded as I went farther in, swallowed by shadow and pine-dark air. What was taking Alexander so long to find me? I stopped—and suddenly I was grabbed roughly from behind, slammed into a hard chest. I didn’t see his face, but I felt no sparks, no bond pull. I inhaled sharply—and froze. No s
Alexander’s POVMira’s nightmare was probably a consequence of her exhaustion and stress from preparing for the Harvest Festival and the coronation. She had promised me to rest more, but still, since morning, she had been supervising the festival preparations, refusing to step away even for a moment.“It turned out beautiful,” James said, looking around.Indeed, it was. The palace gardens glowed under strings of fairy lights, their soft shimmer reflected in decorations crafted from fruits and vegetables—symbols of abundance and harvest. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meat, spiced wine, and sweet pastries drifting from the stalls. In the arena, archery and horse-riding competitions were set, alongside several other contests meant to entertain and challenge.“Mira and the ladies really did a good job,” I said, watching people move through the gardens with open smiles instead of guarded looks.“Your mate will make a great queen,” James remarked.I nodded, unable to stop the
Mira’s POVI did not tell Alexander anything about my little escape, nor about seeing the mysterious stranger. Some things felt safer kept silent. But from the moment I stepped back into the castle, unease settled into me, heavy and persistent—unsettled, as if something bad was supposed to happen, as if fate itself had already taken a breath and was waiting to exhale.“What’s wrong, my queen? You look pale like a ghost,” Alexander said later, once we were back in our chambers.“I am just tired and nervous about tomorrow,” I replied while brushing my hair. My reflection stared back at me—crowned, composed—but my grip on the brush tightened until the bristles bit into my scalp.“You will do great, as always. Nothing to worry about. But recently, you’ve been exhausting yourself too much,” he said, his voice full of care and love. He kissed the top of my head, lingering there. “You need to rest.”He scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bed, placing me down gently, as if I were m
Mira’s POV “Please, let’s fly,” Asfar nagged me. “We deserve to unwind.” The last two days had been relentless—planning the Harvest Festival and the crown ceremony, practising the dance over and over so I wouldn’t embarrass myself. On the positive side, Alexander had been with me during all the scarce free moments in his hectic schedule, and Grace was completely out of the picture. I was happy. Asfar was happy too, but the walls of the palace still felt suffocating, and she kept nagging nonstop to fly, her impatience contagious. “You know it’s not safe. We’re still a target of someone mysterious. Or maybe we could invite our parents or Marina to join us,” I suggested, though even I felt the itch of freedom calling. “You know Dad is in meetings, and Mom and Marina are busy planning. I think if the castle were on fire, they still wouldn’t stop the tablecloth selection mission or arguing over which shade of pink the flow







