~ELOWEN'S POV~
After picking up the pregnancy test results from the hospital, the "positive" outcome almost sent me into a spiral of panic. All through the night, I didn't sleep. I lay in bed with the results beside me on the nightstand. My hand stayed over my stomach, protecting the tiny life forming inside me. Crying felt useless, so I didn't since It never fixed anything before, and it wouldn't now. All I could think was… how do I tell Alaric? What would be his reaction? But Alaric didn't even give me the chance because he never came home that night. The morning passed so slow, and by the time the front door finally pushed open in the afternoon, my heart was pounding so hard it hurt. I didn't move from the couch, just listened to his footsteps. He walked past me like I wasn't there, face stone-cold, jaw set as he went straight into the bedroom. A few seconds later, I heard the wardrobe door open and drawers slide. My stomach sank as I heard him dragging a bag on the bed. I stood and followed, my throat dry. "Are you… going on a business trip?" I asked, but he didn't even look up at me. "Tazira's not feeling well, I'll be with her for a few days." "What?" I blinked. "You heard me," his response was cold. "She's dizzy and her breathing is off when we talked this morning." "S-so?" I took a shaky step toward him. "Don't be unreasonable, Elowen. She needs someone right now." He zipped his bag and turned to me, irritation flashing in his eyes. My lips parted, but I couldn't find the right words. "Why is it that every time I try to talk to you, every time I try to reach you, she calls and you leave?" "Because not everything is about you!" He scoffed and turned back to the closet. "She's not your mate, Alaric... I am! Why do you keep choosing her over me? And treating me like trash?!" Before he could reply, his phone buzzed. He pulled it out, checked it, and his expression shifted, impatience tightening his features. "She's calling again," he muttered and then grabbed his bag. Of course she was. Or who else would it be? As he turned to leave, I reached for him, heart in my throat. "No, Alaric, wait. I have something important to tell you. Please, just this once… stay." "I'm not in the mood for another argument Wen," he snapped as he kept on walking. I quickly moved in front of him, desperation cracking my whole body as I held his right arm. "It's not an argument. I just need you to—" "Don't touch me!" He yanked his arm free. "Tazira needs me and I'm not doing this right now with you!" He walked away again and I stumbled after him. My foot mistakenly caught the side of the rug and I crashed to the ground, landing hard on my side. A sharp pain flared in my lower abdomen and my hands flew to my belly. "Alaric!" I cried, the fear in my voice slipping out. "Just this once... don't go. What if I'm pregnant?" I had no idea when the last words flew out of my mouth, making him halt in his tracks. For one heartbeat, I thought he might come back to the person I fell in love with, but when he turned around, his face was twisted in disgust. "What tricks are you trying now?" "I'm not lying," I said, voice low, body shaking. "Of course you are because you'll say anything to keep me here." His voice was ice. "No... Ric, I swear, this isn't a trick. I wouldn't lie about something like this." "Really?" He let out a bitter laugh. "You think lying you're pregnant will magically fix everything? Well, nothing will stop me from going to tend to Tazira." "Believe me, It's not a lie Alaric," I whispered again, hot tears pouring down my cheeks but he'd already turned. His footsteps retreated toward the door, and then he was gone and he didn't even close the door. I stayed on the floor, the world tilted around me as minutes passed, or maybe longer. Pain curled deep in my stomach, low and sharp. I tried to sit up, but the cramps only worsened. My vision blurred more and my breathing turned into gasps. I curled into myself, biting down a scream as my body felt like it was tearing inward. With jerking hands, I reached for my phone and my hands were clammy. It slipped once before I caught it and opened a new message. "I'm really pregnant and feeling seriously uncomfortable, please, help me!" As soon as I hit send to Alaric, the phone slipped from my fingers, and everything went black…~Sylion's POV~The heat inside me hadn't settled, and neither had the storm in my wolf. It was wild, untamed, and something I had never experienced before. Elowen's lips still stayed on mine, a reminder of the heat that burned between us. I couldn't shake the sensation of her warmth, the softness of her mouth, and the way my heart had quickened... everything was just... intense.As Elowen started to gently pull back, I placed my palm on her hair, threading my fingers through the strands, holding her just slightly longer. A sound, almost a hum, escaped from her lips, and she returned the kiss. It wasn't just a kiss anymore; it was deeper, a connection that I felt every inch of her, as if her essence was mingling with mine.Finally, the kiss ended. We both pulled back slightly, eyes darting away from each other in that awkward silence that followed the intensity. I cleared my throat, trying to dispel the shyness. "Well," I started, my voice a bit rasped, "that wasn't exactly on the
Valerian pulled back from their brief embrace, a smile playing at the corner of his lips, his piercing gaze assessing Kaelan."Well, well, Kaelan. Look at you now," Valerian's voice was a low hum, filled with unspoken understanding. "How long has it been?""Seven years," Kaelan replied, his voice steady.Valerian chuckled, low and amused. "Seven years since we began this little game, and yet here we are. Still trying to break the pieces of this world into our hands.""You've always had a way with timing," Kaelan said, his tone more serious now. "Alaric's wedding, the rumors of the bloodline… It couldn't have been more perfect.""Perfect, indeed." Valerian's smile faded into something more contemplative, his eyes drifting toward the horizon. "But now, with Elowen… things are in motion, Kaelan. She's the key, there's no denying it."Kaelan's lips tightened as his fists clenched involuntarily. "I've been watching Alaric too closely and you've always known that. My eyes are everywhere, a
Kaelan slammed the car door shut, the echo cracking through the garage. His chest rose and fell in rapid bursts, rage twisting every breath. He turned the key, engine roaring to life, and without hesitation pressed his foot hard to the accelerator.The tires screeched, the vehicle shot forward, and the evening swallowed him whole.His knuckles blanched white around the steering wheel, veins bulging, sweat dampening his temples. The memory returned, sharp and unbearable... Alaric's voice in the room, deep and careless."Our pup, Tazira… what we can do to make him happy."His own chest constricted, fury boiling. That wasn't Alaric's child, that was his... his blood and life!The wheel shook below his grip as he slammed his palm into it. Once. Twice. Then again and again until the sting burned into his skin."You bastard!" he growled, voice breaking through the hum of the engine. "Talking about my son, planning his life like you own him. Like you… earned him."He struck the wheel again,
~ALARIC'S POV~The morning light slanted through the Sanctum windows, painting everything gold. Tazira lay against my chest, her hair spilling across me like silk. My wolf purred inside, content in a way I hadn't known for years.Two weeks had passed since she became my Luna. The ceremony had been swift, but the aftermath... this peace and closeness felt like eternity bottled in moments.My hand rested gently on her stomach, the small swell where our pup grew. My wolf had never accepted her before, but now he howled in delight, circling her in my heart like she was the only one meant for me.She tilted her face up, catching me staring. "You keep looking at me like I've hung the moon."I chuckled, kissing her forehead. "Maybe you have."Her cheeks flushed. She brushed my hand on her belly. "Do you think the baby can hear us already?"I thought for a moment. "Maybe not yet, but he can feel.""She," she corrected firmly, eyes sparkling. "I want a girl."I raised a brow. "A girl, hm?""Ye
~ELOWEN'S POV~The days blurred into weeks, and the weeks gathered into a month.The pain had dulled, but not vanished. It lingered like a scar on my chest, a hollow reminder that no matter how much I tried to breathe, something vital had been stolen from me.The physicians had declared me healed. My body, yes. But my heart was still raw. Every time I passed through the corridor where I had collapsed, I could almost hear my own scream echoing back.Yet Sylion never left me. Through long nights when sleep avoided me, he stayed. Through mornings when grief threatened to drown me, his hand steadied mine.And now, one month later, I sat in his chamber, wrapped in a light shawl, staring out through the glass balcony at Tharros's sprawling valley. The wolves ran their training below, their howls echoing faintly."I want to return to college," I said suddenly, breaking the silence.Sylion glanced at me, his brows lifting. "College?""Yes." My voice came steadier than I felt. "I want to major
The chamber in Drezova was quiet, lit only by the crimson glow of candles that dripped slowly on blackened iron stands. Valerian sat alone, reclining in a carved chair of obsidian, his hand wrapped lazily around a crystal goblet filled with fresh blood. The liquid caught the candlelight as he swirled it, the faint scent of iron drifting in the air before the door burst open.Bethany strode inside, her black leather jacket still fluttering from the night wind. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sharp as they landed on him."You're back," Valerian said, not moving from his chair. His voice was calm, smooth, but carried an undertone of authority that silenced even the most defiant of vampires.Bethany nodded, stepping closer. "Yes, my lord." She stopped just before him, studying his face. "Did you succeed? Did you find out more about Elowen... about her being the key to the Moon Relic?"Valerian tilted the goblet to his lips, savoring one last sip. His gaze, dark and piercing, locked o