MasukI woke to the sound of retching coming from our bathroom, the harsh morning light streaming through windows I'd forgotten to close the night before. Emma had slipped from bed without waking me, a testament to how deeply I'd slept after weeks of light, troubled rest. Aeson stirred anxiously within me, pushing images of our mate in distress, urging me to move faster as I threw back the covers. The cool marble floor chilled my bare feet as I padded toward the bathroom, my heart clenching at the sound of Emma's misery. I found her kneeling on the floor, her dark hair twisted hastily away from her face, her shoulders trembling with exertion.
"Emma," I murmured, dropping to my knees beside her. I gathered her hair more securely in one hand, the other rubbing slow circles between her shoulder blades.She turned to look at me, her green eyes watery, face pale save for two spots of colour high on her cheekbones. "Sorry," she managed before another wave hit her, turning herOrion 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
The news anchor's perfectly coiffed hair and practiced sympathetic expression made me want to throw something at the television. Christian and I lay propped against the headboard of our bed, his arm around my shoulders as we watched the morning coverage of Theo and Emma's pregnancy announcement. What should have been purely joyful news had predictably become fodder for political debate, with the anchor's voice maintaining a veneer of neutrality that barely masked the sensationalism beneath. "While many celebrate the historic announcement," she intoned, "others have raised concerns about the implications of mixed-blood heirs to the throne." I felt Sierra stir within me, her golden presence bristling with indignation that matched my own."Concerns," I echoed bitterly. "Such a polite word for bigotry."Christian's fingers tightened on my shoulder, his own jaw clenched as the broadcast cut to an interview with Lord Kensington, his silver hair immaculately styled, his e
Emma smiled as she read Alpha Rodriguez's formal statement: "The Sierra Luna Pack celebrates this joyous news. These children will embody everything we have worked toward—a future where lineage matters less than character, where our differences strengthen rather than divide us."Her finger paused over another section, where Elder Moonshadow of the Eastern Forests Pack had described ancient werewolf traditions associated with twin births. "Twins are considered a powerful blessing," the elder was quoted. "In werewolf tradition, they represent balance—day and night, sun and moon, two aspects of a greater whole.""That's beautiful," Emma murmured, her voice soft with emotion. "I didn't know about that tradition.""Nor did I," I admitted. "We should invite Elder Moonshadow to perform a blessing ceremony."Emma nodded, her expression brightening with each positive reaction we read. She reached for one of the tablets, scrolling through social media posts
Sunlight filtered through the partially drawn curtains, painting golden stripes across our rumpled bedding. I'd been awake for nearly an hour, watching Emma sleep beside me, her dark hair splayed across the pillow, one hand curled protectively over the small swell of her abdomen even in slumber. The morning after our announcement felt strangely anticlimactic… the world now knew our secret, yet here in our private sanctuary, nothing had changed. Emma still breathed the same gentle rhythm, our children still grew safely within her, and I still marveled at the miracle of it all. But beyond these walls, I knew the kingdom churned with reactions both celebratory and venomous.Aeson stirred restlessly within me, his protective instincts heightened since last night's gala. He pushed images through our shared consciousness: standing guard, teeth bared at invisible threats, our mate and unborn pups shielded behind his massive form. His anxiety translated into physical restlessness,







