Mag-log inThe crowd continued to shift around us, some drawing closer while others maintained distance. The night stretched ahead with uncertain terrain to navigate – judgments to face, alliances to build, threats to identify. But for this moment, with Theo's hand steady against my back and my brother and his mate flanking us protectively, I found I could breathe again.
One step at a time, as Elena had said. The crown that awaited me – both literal and figurative – would take adjusting to. But as I stood beside Theo in the centre of that watchful ballroom, I realized that perhaps I was not so unprepared for this role as I had feared. I had survived Benjamin. I had served my pack faithfully despite hiding my true nature. I had found the courage to accept a second chance at a mate bond when every instinct screamed to protect myself.
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The relief hit me with physical force, making my knees weak. Emma's tears flowed freely now, her hand squeezing mine as we both stared at the miracle on the screen."Bed rest," Amelia continued, her tone becoming more authoritative. "Complete bed rest for at least a week, then we'll reassess. No excursions, no matter how well-guarded."Emma nodded, not arguing as she might have under different circumstances. The fear had been too real, too close."Would you like to know what you're having?" Amelia asked, her question cutting through the haze of relief. "I have a clear view now, if you'd like to know."I glanced at Emma, whose eyes widened slightly. We'd discussed waiting, letting it be a surprise, but after today... perhaps certainty was its own comfort."It's your choice," I told her softly.Emma looked from me to the screen, then back again. She nodded once, decision made."You're having two girls," Amelia said, a rare
I paced the palace entrance like a caged animal, my hands clenched so tight my nails left crescents in my palms. Christian stood beside me, his face a careful mask that didn't quite hide the worry in his gray eyes. Each second stretched into eternity as we waited, the news of the attack replaying in my mind like a nightmare I couldn't wake from.Emma, my Emma, attacked in broad daylight.Bleeding.Aeson pushed against my consciousness, his golden presence wild with protective fury, demanding action where there was none to take. Not yet. Not until she was here, until I could see with my own eyes what had happened, until I could hold her and feel her heart beating against mine."They'll be here any minute," Christian said, his voice steady despite the tension radiating from him. "The security team reported they're less than a mile out."I couldn't respond, my throat too tight with fear. The call had come twenty minutes ago—a terse message f
The car slowed as we approached the Grand Royal Shopping Center, its glass and marble façade gleaming in the midday sun. I felt my heart rate increase as I noticed the gathered crowd outside the main entrance – not the usual shoppers, but a tightly packed group holding signs I couldn't quite read from this distance."What is that?" I asked, leaning closer to the window.Victor's expression darkened. "Protesters, Your Majesty. We received intelligence this morning that anti-integration groups planned demonstrations today, but we didn't expect them here specifically.""Someone leaked our destination," Nathaniel stated flatly from the front seat, his tone carrying an accusation though he didn't direct it at anyone specifically.Lola's hand found mine, squeezing gently. "We can go back," she offered. "Try another day, or another location."I stared at the protesters, their angry faces coming into focus as we drew closer. Their signs carried s
I stood before the full-length mirror in our bedroom, my hands tracing the unmistakable curve of my abdomen beneath the specially tailored navy dress. Eighteen weeks. The twins had begun to make their presence known not just through the roundness of my belly but through fluttering movements like butterfly wings against my insides. Artemis hummed contentedly within me, her golden presence curled protectively around our growing pups. Today would be the first time I'd ventured into the city since the announcement, since the hatred had begun pouring in from across the kingdom. But I couldn't hide forever, couldn't spend my entire pregnancy within palace walls like some delicate prisoner. "We're just going shopping," I whispered to my reflection, as if saying it aloud might make it true. "Just a normal day. Normal things that normal expectant mothers do."Theo had been against it, of course. His face had gone rigid with that particular tension I'd come to recognise – the look of
I wanted to believe her. I wanted to believe that justice would prevail, that my children would be safe, that the kingdom would eventually accept them. But the weight of the past two weeks pressed down on me – the headlines, the editorials, the careful distance even some staff members now maintained from me, as if my condition might somehow be contagious."What if it never gets better?" I asked, my voice barely audible. "What if they're always hated for being who they are? For being part of me?""Then they'll have you and Theo to show them that love matters more than hatred," Lola said firmly. "They'll have Christian and me, and Elijah and Elena. They'll have an entire community of people who see them for the miracle they are."A tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it, then another. I tried to wipe them away discreetly, aware of Victor's watchful gaze, but they came too quickly."I'm sorry," I gasped, hating the weakness. "The hormones
Lola's expression softened with sympathy. "I've seen the papers. And the broadcasts. They're vicious, Emma. Even worse than what Christian and I faced.""It never stops," I whispered, my fingers curling around my teacup for warmth. "Every day, there's something new. Lord Kensington published an open letter yesterday calling for my abdication. He suggested I 'retreat to the countryside' for the duration of my 'condition' and allow Theo to marry a 'suitable Lycan noble' after."Lola's expression darkened, Sierra's presence flaring briefly in her eyes. "Kensington is an ancient fossil with outdated ideas. No one with sense pays attention to him.""Except his open letter was reprinted in three major newspapers," I countered. "And Duke Blackwood's wife hosted a luncheon where she publicly prayed for Theo to 'come to his senses' before the 'contamination becomes irreversible.'"Anger flashed across Lola's face. "As if that woman has any moral high groun







