LOGINMira’s POV
Once 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?
Alexander’s POVMy blood ran cold as I saw the person I had been frantically searching for for weeks casually strolling through the garden with my uncle. For a split second, the world narrowed to her—her calm steps, her relaxed posture, as if nothing in the realm was wrong. As if my world was not burning.Big lilac eyes looked at me with open amusement, and she smiled innocently, almost warmly. That smile made something ugly twist in my chest.I wanted to squeeze her throat and shake her like a ragdoll until the truth spilt out of her mouth until that calm cracked.“Do not touch her,” James hissed, catching my hand and forcing it down, grounding me before I did something irreversible. “You have no evidence yet.”“Kill the bitch. She hurt our mate,” Velkan roared in my head, his rage blistering hot. My muscles trembled, bones aching to shift, and it took every shred of self-control not to lose myself right there in the royal garden.
Dorrin’s POVMira rushed to breathe the fresh air, and I could relate, as the air in the room was suffocating. Generous joy was mixed with fake cheers, expensive perfumes, and uncovered jealousy. It pressed against my skin, too heavy, too loud, as if the walls themselves were closing in.Still, my heart was beating unsettled in my chest, and waves of emotions surged through me like a tsunami—uncertainty, confusion, fear, emptiness. They came too fast, too sharp.And they were not mine.I felt Mira’s emotions through our bond, disordered and spiking in a way that made my stomach twist. Fear flashed, then dizziness, then a hollow stillness that made my breath catch. From the corner of my eye, I saw Alexander’s face go pale, his body going rigid as if he sensed it too.“Mira?” I mindlinked her, already rushing outside. Silence answered me.The bond strained painfully. Her side was blocked, like a door slammed shut, yet I could still feel her presence—faint, distant, fragile. She was aliv
Mira’s POVWe were standing in front of my father, mother, and priest. Dorrin looked confident and proud as always, not even a sign of nervousness.My sweaty palm touched my dress. My heart was pounding so loudly that I was sure someone beside me could hear it. I inhaled deeply, forcing air into my lungs, and looked around.Tons of eyes were focused on me—nobles of werewolves, dragons, witches, fae, and vampires. Their gazes pressed into my skin, heavy and judging. A predator’s gaze of King Alfred burned holes into me, sharp and calculating. Some tall man with a crown glanced at me like I was dirt beneath his shoes. Two witches whispered to each other with mocking faces, pointing at me, their lips curling in quiet cruelty. A chill slid down my spine, thin and unwelcome.“Ignore them,” said Asfar. “Power and goodness will always create enemies. Some of them are envious leeches, some worthless fools. You can’t please everyone. Look at the faces of people
Mira’s POVAfter countless scrubbings, wraps in cold substances, being covered in fire-like essences, waxing, massages with honey, and endless masks of unknown ingredients, I had survived. Katria and Cora joined us for hair and makeup, which also took two hours, but at the end of all my torments, I looked at myself in the mirror, proud that I had endured it all.I stood there for a long moment, staring at my reflection, trying to reconcile the girl I knew with the woman looking back at me. The red dress clung to me as if it had always belonged there, hugging my waist, skimming my hips, and falling in dramatic, heavy folds that made me look taller, stronger—untouchable. The front slit revealed a lighter, delicate fabric beneath, a quiet reminder that power didn’t have to hide softness.The top of the gown was sheer, dangerous yet deliberate. Tiny diamonds caught the light across my shoulders and arms, glowing like embers beneath my skin whenever I moved. I lifted my arms slightly, watc
Mira’s POVI did not even open my eyes fully, but my mindlink was already buzzing.“Where are you, sleepyhead? We are behind schedule.” Marina’s voice thundered inside my head.It was only 5 a.m. Was she out of her mind? I shifted to the other side, enjoying the warmth of my mates, and closed my eyes. But my happiness did not last long, as a loud bang on the door did not let me fall asleep.“Mira, are you kidding me? Open the door,” Marina shouted from the corridor.I quickly got out of bed, moving gently so as not to wake my mates, and opened the door.Marina, my mom, Diana, Queen Ariana, and Cora were standing in the corridor.“Good morning,” said Marina irritably as she grabbed my hand. “Let’s go.”I raised my brow in confusion. “Where shall I go? It is 5 a.m., and I’m still in my pyjamas.”Marina just rolled her eyes, looking at me like I was hopeless.My mom smiled apologetically and said in a soft voice, “Sweetheart, today is your coronation day. We need to get you ready for you
Mira's POV Alexander waited already in the chambers.He grinned with a boyish smile, "You would never guess what happened. "So better we would not even try," huffed Dorrin, slowly undressing, getting ready to take a bath.Alexander ignored his bitter remark, bounced from a sofa, and in the second was next to me, beaming from joy, "my mother is pregnant. All because of your healing. We are forever grateful to you. " The happiness in his voice was contagious, pure, and unguarded, and it eased something tight inside my chest. Moments like these reminded me that not everything was about duty or fear—some joys simply existed to be shared. I smiled shyly and gigled, "So your little brother or sister are just a few weeks younger than her niece or nephew." Alexander looked at me, "Actually, my mom got pregnant earlier than you, so a baby is older than others," his gaze shifted on my stomach. "Mira, you actually got already a baby bump," he mumbled. "Impossible," I sqeaked as I was less







