INICIAR SESIÓNHarley’s P.O.V. Aunt Freya was on our side. That mattered more than anything else! I reached out and grasped Carlos’s arm before his temper could ignite again. “It’s alright.” I said gently, giving his arm a small squeeze. “Let them stay.” He turned to me instantly, his eyes softening just a fraction as I added. “They have never seen a werewolf pack before. This will be new for them. And they’ll be safe with us too…” Carlos stared at me for a long second, torn between irritation and surrender. Then he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Fine,” he said at last, the word clipped but final. “I’m letting them stay just because of you, Princess.” Relief flooded Aaron’s face. Arnold let out a breath he’d clearly been holding. But Carlos wasn’t done yet. His gaze hardened as he looked at his cousin. “You both better behave,” he warned coldly. “This isn’t a joke. You follow my rules, or you are going straight back to Grafburg.” Aaron and Arnold sang in unison
Harley’s P.O.V.Carlos’s question pierced straight through my heart. The way his voice broke—soft, uncertain, and stripped of all alpha authority—frightened me more than any battle ever could.I squeezed his hand tightly, anchoring him to us.“I don’t think your mom is angry in the first place.”Carlos turned to look at me, confusion clouding his crimson eyes.“How can you say that so confidently, Harley?” he asked. His words carried years of buried guilt.“I never loved my mom. In fact, I hated her so much that I never visited her. Not once!”A wounded smile curved my lips as I placed his hand over my belly, pressing it there firmly where life quietly bloomed beneath my skin.“I can say it because I am pregnant.” I spoke softly. “It’s been only a day since I found out, and I already love this baby so much that I can’t even imagine holding anger in my heart.”I looked up at him, letting my truth spill freely.“No mother can stay angry at her pup, Carlos. Parents aren’t desig
Harley’s P.O.V.Carlos had been pacing the room for so long that I lost count of his steps.Back and forth.Back and forth.The faint sound of his boots brushing the floor echoed in the otherwise silent chamber. His shoulders were tense, his jaw clenched, and every few seconds, he dragged a hand through his hair like he was trying to pull the answers out of his own thoughts.“Alpha Demetri still hasn’t sent a formal letter,” he finally said, his voice tight with worry. “But the message is clear. He will arrive at Grafburg within the next week.”My heart skipped painfully.“He’s planning a grand ceremony,” Carlos continued, stopping in front of the window. “A lycan ceremony, according to their traditions. He wants to formally welcome the lycan heir into the Dietor family.”Goddess!I rose from the couch immediately, dread curling in my stomach. “That’s bad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s really bad, Carlos.”He turned to look at me, his eyes dark.“This will start another war,” I ad
Harley's P.O.V.What?Four months pregnant?The world ceased to exist for me after this revelation. My eyes grew unnaturally wide, my lips parting in a silent scream. I couldn't help but push Carlos to grab the envelope for the confirmation.I was pregnant? Seriously?Carlos’s breath hitched as he lunged forward, almost snatching the report from his grandpa’s hand. He stared at the report, then at me, then back again.“Princess…” His voice broke as he gawked at me. “It’s true. We are going to be parents!”Oh, my goddess!Tears burned my eyes as my hand slid to my round belly, the one I always hated about my chubby body. Recently, I noticed it swelling and took it as more layers of fat, but…Carlos pulled me into his arms, and I sobbed against his chest, shock, joy, and disbelief crashing together all at once.The lie that ended a war was never a lie at all. It was the truth!I was pregnant, carrying my own child, my baby. Our baby!What else could I ask from Heaven?…Later that eve
Harley’s P.O.V.I lay flat on the massive velvet bed, staring at the carved ceiling as if it might swallow me whole.My heart would not stop racing at all. Lucian stood near the window, arms crossed behind his back, his posture rigid despite the worry etched into his face. Alpha Demetri paced on the other side of the room like a caged beast, his boots thudding sharply against the marble floor. Freya hovered near the bedside, her fingers clenched together in silent prayer.And then there was me!The liar!A female doctor adjusted her spectacles and gently pressed the thermometer beneath my tongue. I obeyed without protest, my mind screaming louder than my heartbeat.“What have I done?”Well, my lie had worked too well, damn too well. The moment the words ‘I am pregnant’ left my mouth, centuries of hatred had frozen in place. Lucian had abandoned the fight instantly. Demetri, proud and feral, had followed him into the castle without a single protest, bloodthirsty rivals red
Harley’s P.O.V.The question hit me like a blade to the chest. For a second, I couldn’t breathe.Going back to the lycan pack without a peace treaty didn’t just mean leaving this castle. It meant choosing a side in a war that had already taken too much. It meant severing every tie I had with the Laynox family. It meant rejecting Carlos publicly, denying him the right to claim me as his mate because I’d be a part of the Dietor family.It meant losing him!My throat went dry as I stared at Lucian, then at Demetri. Two powerful leaders, two unyielding prides, and me, standing between them like a fragile thread holding a collapsing bridge together.My lips parted before my mind could catch up.“I will go to the lycan pack…”The sentence wasn't even finished before Alpha Demetri threw his head back and let out a victorious howl that echoed across the burning porch.“Did you hear that?” he roared, pointing at Lucian. “That’s the power of blood! Harley has chosen her true family!”The sound







