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Chosen by the cursed Alpha king What the future holds
What really does the future holds?Pregnancy changes a woman, but loss changes her even more.Though my belly had grown beautifully round and my cravings had become almost comical, there were nights when I lay awake staring at the ceiling, my palm resting protectively over my stomach, fear whispering quietly in the dark.I had once carried life before, and I had once lost it.No amount of joy from the pack, no reassurances from Damon, no steady peace across Red Moon could fully silence that memory. It lived somewhere deep inside me though not sharp anymore, but present.This child felt stronger, heavier, and more insistent.But uncertainty does not disappear simply because hope grows.It walks beside it.That was why, the evening after supper, I finally turned to Damon.“I want to see the seer,” I told him gently.He did not respond immediately. His jaw tightened slightly, the way it always did when something unsettled him.“You are healthy,” he said. “The doctor sees no issue.”“I k
Chosen by the cursed Alpha king The garden of mothers
There is a different kind of strength in women who carry life.I saw it clearly that afternoon as I stood in the garden watching them arrive one by one with hands resting on rounded bellies, babies balanced on hips, laughter already floating through the warm air.This tea gathering had become a tradition.The first time I organized it, I had been pregnant with my first child , scared, nervous, unsure, overwhelmed by everything my body was becoming. I had needed guidance. Needed community. Needed to know I was not alone.So I created one.Now, carrying life again, I decided it would no longer be occasional.It would be a norm.Low tables had been arranged beneath the flowering trees. Cushions were placed carefully on the grass. Porcelain teacups gleamed beside plates of fruit, warm bread, and honey cakes. The air smelled of chamomile and mint.Pregnant women, nursing mothers, and young wives who hoped to conceive soon. All gathered together.And this time, Eloise sat among them.I watc
Chosen by the cursed Alpha king Ripening seasons
The months passed not with thunder, but with ripening.Summer deepened over Red Moon, turning the fields golden and the nights warm and slow. Life no longer felt fragile. It felt steady, predictable, and almost gentle.True to her word, Aria never forgot.Messengers from Iron Crest arrived at least twice a month , sometimes more, bearing woven baskets heavy with fruit, jars of honey sealed in wax, and clay bottles of fresh milk wrapped carefully in cloth.The first time it happened, I had cried.The second time, I laughed. By the fifth, it had become tradition.“She’s spoiling you,” Damon had muttered once as he inspected a particularly extravagant basket overflowing with figs and pomegranates.“She’s nourishing your heir,”I corrected, already reaching for a peach.Now, my pregnancy was impossible to ignore.My belly had grown round and proud, stretching beneath flowing dresses. My steps were slower, and my appetite was relentless.I ate at dawn, i ate at noon, and ate before bed.And
Chosen by the cursed Alpha king The quiet goodbye
The Quiet Goodbye The night air was warm, carrying faint laughter from the courtyard below. Through the open balcony doors, I could hear the men , Damon, Cory, and Antonio , their voices relaxed, threaded with the occasional burst of laughter. The sharp scent of wine drifted upward, mixed with the earthy smell of night grass. Victory still lingered in the air. Celebration still hummed softly beneath the packhouse roof. Inside my chamber, candles flickered gently as Aria helped me loosen the laces of my dress. She had always done this for me. Not because she had to, but because she wanted to. But tonight, her hands were slower and quieter. “You’ve barely spoken,” I said lightly, trying to lift the mood. “Did Cory exhaust you already with tales of battle?” A faint smile touched her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “He does like to relive every detail,” she admitted softly. I turned slightly to face her as she folded my dress carefully and set it aside. “I’m happy for you
Chosen by the cursed Alpha king A seat at the table
The morning after victory felt different.Not loud, not frantic, but full.For the first time in what felt like months, the breakfast hall was alive with warmth rather than tension. Sunlight streamed through the tall arched windows, spilling gold across the long polished table.And every seat was occupied.Damon sat at the head, relaxed in a way only peace could allow. Antonio to his right. Cory across from him. Eloise beside Antonio.And Aria? Aria sat among us.Not at the far end. Not rising every few minutes to refill cups or collect plates.Not dressed in the muted fabrics of a working omega.She wore deep blue that morning , the color rich against her skin. Her hair was styled simply but elegantly, no longer tied back for labor. A subtle Iron Crest insignia rested at her shoulder.She sat straight, composed, and radiant.Golden plates gleamed before her, identical to those set before the rest of us.The transformation was undeniable. She was no longer simply Aria of Red Moon.She
Chosen by the cursed Alpha king Victory and claim
I kept track of the days, and noticed that a week passed.Seven long, stretching days. Yet no word, no messenger, no falcon bearing a sealed letter.Red Moon remained standing, functioning, and breathing , but tension crept like fog through its halls. Patrols doubled. The elders whispered more frequently. Even the pups sensed something was off, their games quieter, their laughter less wild.I felt it too. Restlessness.An ache beneath my ribs that had nothing to do with pregnancy.But I refused to let anxiety consume me.Stress would not serve the life inside me.So I kept busy.Reviewed reports, met with captains, sat with omegas, listened to concerns, smiled when necessary, and breathed when alone.Each night, I stepped onto the balcony and searched the horizon.Each night, I whispered a prayer for the moon goddess to bring him back.**********It was near sunset on the seventh day.I was seated at the long dining table, forcing myself to eat despite the knot in my stomach. Bacon. E
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