Mira’s POV
After Alexander left, it felt like something inside me had been ripped away. Not in a dramatic, storybook kind of way, but quiet. Ache in the chest. Silence too loud. I missed him. Gods, I missed him. His smile. His scent. The way his voice dropped when he called me “mate.” I missed the way my body came alive under his hands, how my soul reached for him without permission. I wanted him here. With me. Always.
But he was gone.
That morning, to my surprise, my mother knocked on my chamber door. Queen Veronica never knocked. She stepped in with a soft smile and said, “Your father and I decided to give you all a day off. The older council will handle duties. Go… be young.”
I barely had time to register it before Cora appeared, tugging me out of my haze. She said they’d planned a small picnic, just like the ones we used to have before everything got heavy with politics. Elena, unsurprisingly, had opted out i
Mira’s POVI finished my evening bath, and my maid passed me the towel—but suddenly my hand jerked back, startled, as pain hit my chest. At first, it was faint, but every second it grew sharper.“Your Highness, are you well?” the maid asked, worriedly. I looked at my hand and saw bruises again.The pain of betrayal.I loved him. I was ready to forgive him—and he had done it again. Knowing how much it would hurt me, knowing he could lose me forever… and yet, he was now deep inside another woman.Asfar roared in rightful fury.I stood, leaving the bathtub, ignoring the pain, ignoring the water still dripping down my body. I motioned for the maid to help me into my bathrobe, and without drying me, she assisted. She didn’t ask questions; her wide eyes reflected the storm she saw building inside me.I was ready to explode. I was ready to give Alexander the hell he deserved.Barefoot, leavin
Liora’s POVI swallowed the bitter potion with a grimace. The taste clung to my tongue, foul and metallic, twisting my stomach. But it was necessary. Tonight, I needed to conceive—and this potion would make certain of it.Slipping a second vial into the hidden pocket of my gown, I walked the familiar path to Alexander’s chambers. I didn’t bother knocking. I had never needed permission before.He was there—sitting in an armchair, a glass of wine in hand. Shirtless. Barefoot. Damp hair curled against his temples, drops of water still clinging to his skin. He looked… undone. His gaze was distant, empty, lost in a place I could never reach.He noticed me but didn’t rise. “I thought you’d already bid me farewell. Honestly, I’m not in the mood for company tonight.”The words cut, though I expected them. I knew the truth. His heart was already Mira’s. And me? I was nothing now. No lo
Mira’s POVTwo hours later, I entered father’s study. Queen Ariana, King Robert, and my parents were already waiting. Diana and Caspian followed close behind me, steady as shadows at my side.I greeted them and looked straight at King Robert. “Thank you for coming. King Robert, I know about the curse.”Queen Ariana gasped, her hand flying to her lips.“I want to help, if you’ll please allow me. Diana and Caspian are here to support me.”King Robert gave me a weary smile, his face lined with years of carrying that invisible weight. “Thank you, my dear. It’s worth trying—but don’t raise your hopes. I’ve seen the most powerful witches and faes. None could lift it.”I smiled gently. “Let’s try anyway.”I asked him to stand. The three of us joined hands, forming a circle around him.The words rose unbidden from deep within me—ancien
Mira’s POVMarina and I went together to see our parents. I had invited Valen as well, and of course he brought Elena with him.Marina glanced nervously at me, her fingers played anxiouslywith the hem of her dress. I gave her a small, encouraging nod.“I have something to share,” she began, her voice trembling. “I found my mate.”Mother’s face lit up. “That’s wonderful news! Congratulations!” She pulled Marina into a warm hug. “So, who’s the lucky one?”“Well… um…” Marina faltered. I slipped my hand over hers, comforting her.“He’s human,” she blurted, almost in one breath. “The son of a doctor and a teacher.”For a second, silence filled the room. Then Elena laughed.“Ohgoddess, I thought the dog-mate pairing was amusing, but this—this is even better. A human.”The
Dorrin’s POVDuring breakfast and on our ride back to the palace, Mira tried to avoid looking me in the eyes. She didn’t even speak to me, choosing instead to engage in conversation with Marina. My chest ached with pain—she regretted our moment of passion.I touched my lips, remembering the taste when they had crushed against hers, the way her body had responded to my touch. I loved her with all my heart. I wanted her. But it was painful to realize she didn’t share my feelings. The memory burned through me, sweet and cruel at the same time, a torture I couldn’t escape. I would have given anything—my name, my honor, even my life—for her to look at me once the way she looked at him.When we were climbing into the carriages, I offered her my hand to help her. She hesitated, but finally took it—clearly unwillingly—and even then, I thought I felt the faintest sparks from her touch. I wanted so desperately to be her mate that my imagination was likely playing tricks on me, sending signs tha
Mira’s POVOnce the door closed behind Dorrin, I exhaled. I was stunned at myself for letting him kiss me, touch me. I had shamelessly melted in his arms, and I hadn’t wanted him to stop. The pull was getting stronger, and I wanted him to worship me, to claim me, to make me his. What was wrong with me? I hated Alexander for his betrayal, yet I still loved him—he was still my fated mate. Wasn’t I a hypocrite? I shamed my mate for his betrayal, yet I was on the edge of betraying him as well. Being in Dorrin’s arms was overwhelming… but it felt so right.“I love Storm, I always did,” said Asfar. “I love Velkan too, but with Velkan we can’t mate. With Storm, I can fully experience what it means to be claimed.”“It is not about mating,” I huffed.“Oh no? Of course, it’s not about mating. Then why did you throw yourself into Dorrin’s arms? Didn’t you want him?