MasukI stared at the screen, watching it again—the moment when that Lycan usurper placed his hand possessively over Emma's swollen belly. My fingers tightened around the remote until the plastic creaked in protest. The grand fireplace cast dancing shadows across the living room, turning the luxurious space into something more primal, more fitting for the rage bubbling beneath my skin. Orion pushed against my consciousness, his fury matching mine as we watched what should have been ours claimed by another. Two children. My Emma carried two children that weren't mine.
"Twins," I spat the word like a curse, rewinding the footage once more. The news anchor's voice grated against my ears, her tone sickeningly reverent as she described the "historic announcement" and "momentous occasion for the kingdom."Historic abomination was more like it.On screen, Emma stood beside the false king, her green eyes bright with a happiness that should have been directed at me. TheI 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
I felt Victor and Nathaniel's presence like twin shadows at my back, their footsteps falling into perfect rhythm with mine as we moved through the palace corridors. Two weeks since the announcement, and I still wasn't used to the constant company, the watchful eyes that tracked my every movement. My hand drifted unconsciously to my stomach, the small swell now more pronounced at fourteen weeks. Artemis stirred within me, her golden presence warm and protective around the twins, though even she had grown wary since the flood of hatred had begun pouring in from across the kingdom."Your Majesty," Victor murmured, his voice professionally neutral as he gestured toward a sunlit archway ahead. "Lady Humphreys awaits you in the eastern gardens."I nodded, not trusting my voice. The morning's newspapers were still fresh in my mind – another editorial calling for my removal from the throne, another series of quotes from noble houses suggesting I step aside "for the good of
Orion surged at the challenge, nearly breaking through. I felt my hands tremble with the effort of holding him back, my teeth aching as they fought to elongate into fangs. "You've seen how the packs suffer under Theo's reforms. Resources redirected to the crown. Ancient hunting grounds declared 'protected land.' Pack laws overturned by royal decree.""I've seen packs thrive with new opportunities," Caleb countered. "I've seen werewolf children receiving education and healthcare they never had access to before. I've seen Alpha wolves who abused their power held accountable for the first time in generations.""Accountability," I sneered. "Is that what you call it when centuries of tradition are dismantled overnight? When pack resources built by generations of wolves are confiscated for 'the greater good'?""I call it progress," Caleb said firmly. "And these children—Emma's children—will grow up in a world better for it."I turned away from him, unab
I stared at the screen, watching it again—the moment when that Lycan usurper placed his hand possessively over Emma's swollen belly. My fingers tightened around the remote until the plastic creaked in protest. The grand fireplace cast dancing shadows across the living room, turning the luxurious space into something more primal, more fitting for the rage bubbling beneath my skin. Orion pushed against my consciousness, his fury matching mine as we watched what should have been ours claimed by another. Two children. My Emma carried two children that weren't mine."Twins," I spat the word like a curse, rewinding the footage once more. The news anchor's voice grated against my ears, her tone sickeningly reverent as she described the "historic announcement" and "momentous occasion for the kingdom."Historic abomination was more like it.On screen, Emma stood beside the false king, her green eyes bright with a happiness that should have been directed at me. The
Christian's chest rose and fell with a deep breath. "You can tell her exactly that," he said. "Later today, if you want. I suspect they're keeping to themselves this morning, but we could visit them for tea."I nodded against him, drawing back slightly to wipe at my eyes. As I did, my gaze caught on the moonstone ring that still felt new and precious on my finger, its opalescent surface catching the morning light. A thought that had been forming in the back of my mind for days suddenly crystallised."Christian," I began hesitantly, "I've been thinking about our wedding."His body tensed slightly, almost imperceptibly. "What about it?"I sat up, needing to see his face for this conversation. "Maybe... maybe we should wait. Just until all of this settles down. Until after the babies are born.”Surprise flickered across his features, quickly replaced by careful neutrality. "If that's what you want," he said, his voice giving nothing away. "T







