Mag-log inELLARIA.
He was standing on the front porch with his back to me, one hand pressed against his ear, his voice so soft I almost didn't recognize it.
"Hey, hey. Calm down. Tell me what's wrong."
I stood frozen in the doorway, watching him speak to another woman in a voice he had never once used with me.
Something twisted in my chest.
I thought about the first time I ever saw Katerina Mikaelson.
I was nineteen then, no pack, no wolf.
The border patrol had found me wandering in the woods and dragged me to the palace in chains, convinced I was a rogue.
Arren didn’t even glance at me before ordering the soldiers to put me to death.
It was Katerina who stopped them—though not out of kindness. She had been right beside him, looking so beautiful and glowing in a silk dress that probably cost more than I would ever see in my lifetime.
She stepped on my hand, and I couldn’t help but scream out in pain.
She told him she liked how I screamed.
And that she wanted me as her servant.
That was the first time Arren deigned to look at me and I felt his gaze, cold and filled with contempt.
And Arren, smitten by his mate then, said he’d give her what she wanted.
His voice that day had been exactly the same as it was right now. Soft and so indulgent.
"he is just a 4 years old boy, Katerina," Arren's voice cut through my thoughts. "Is he okay?"
My stomach dropped.
A boy? I suspect I heard it wrong.
Before I could get closer. He was already moving.
"I'm coming right now."He pulled his keys from his pocket. "Don't worry, okay? Relax. I'll be there soon."
He turned around and saw me standing in the doorway.
His expression went cold immediately.
"Were you listening to my conversation?"
"No." I shook my head quickly.
He frowned, walking straight past me into the house and snatching his jacket off the couch. “I need to go.”
No reason, no explanation. As if I wasn’t even worth one.
"Now? But today's my birthday. " I followed him inside, The words slipped out of my mouth. I’d thought he’d remember. Every year, without fail, he’d come home on my birthday. And that was why I’d always held onto hope, why I’d dared to believe this time might be different."
He paused with his hand on the door. For a moment, I thought I saw something flicker across his face—guilt, maybe. But maybe I was imagining it too.
He said coldly. "I have something more important to attend to right now."
I knew exactly what those "more important things" were: Katerina. Her problems always seemed to take precedence ever since she’d vanished for years and finally come back six months ago. Time and time again, Arren had abandoned me at the first sound of her voice, rushing to her side.
If she hadn’t disappeared without a word on the eve of their mating ceremony, leaving Arren with no choice but to take me instead, I would have never even been part of his life.
Now she was back. Everything he had put on hold for her was starting again.
"Wait, ” I said almost like begging, “I need to tell you something ."
He glanced down at his watch again, his impatience blazing through his cold expression.
I took a shaky breath, summoning every last bit of courage to speak. "I went to the hospital today."
And I held out the pregnancy report to him.
ARREN.I woke up before she did.That was a first. Most mornings of our marriage I'd been gone before the sun came up, and the few times I wasn't, she'd been up first, making coffee I didn't have time to drink.Now I was lying on my side with every inch of me aching, watching her sleep.She was on her stomach with her face turned toward me, one arm tucked under the pillow. Her hair was everywhere. There was a crease on her cheek from the sheet. Her mouth was open a little, and every few breaths she made a small sound that wasn't quite a snore.I wasn't going to tell her that. I valued my life.The light coming through the curtains was pale and early. The house was quiet. My ribs hurt when I breathed, my hands throbbed under the bandages, and my face felt like someone had driven over it more than once.I didn't care about any of it.She was here, and I was here. I'd said the words out loud last night, over and over, and she'd said them back.I reached out and moved a piece of hair off
ELLARIA.He turned his head and kissed my palm, then the inside of my wrist, then the sensitive skin of my forearm as he worked his way back to my mouth.The second kiss was deeper. Hungrier. I arched up into him and felt him smile against my lips before he started a slow, devastating path downward.He kissed my jaw, lingering at the spot just beneath my ear that had always made me shiver. His tongue traced the line of my throat. He spent long minutes at the hollow of my collarbones, tasting, nipping lightly, soothing with open-mouthed kisses until I was restless beneath him. When he finally reached my breasts he looked up at me once, checking, and then took one nipple into his mouth with a slow, wet heat that made my back arch off the bed.“Arren—”“I’ve got you,” he murmured against my skin. “Let me take my time. I’ve waited years to do this right.”He lavished attention on first one breast and then the other, alternating between soft suction and the light graze of his teeth, the fl
ELLARIA.I didn’t let go of his hand.We sat at that kitchen table with our fingers laced together and the tea going cold between us, and for a long time neither of us moved.The house was quiet in the particular way houses get after a day that has taken too much.Somewhere upstairs my mother and my aunts slept curled together like they used to when storms rattled the windows. Tate was safe in his bed with a dinosaur bandage on his neck and the steady breathing of a child who finally believed the worst was over. The longest day of our lives had ended, and somehow we were still here, still breathing, still holding on to each other across a scarred wooden table.Arren’s thumb brushed once across my knuckles. The bandage on his hand was rough against my skin. I looked at the places where blood had started to seep through and felt something tight and fierce and protective rise in my chest.“Come upstairs,” I said.He lifted his eyes to mine. There were shadows under them deep enough to fa
ELLARIA.The front door had barely clicked shut behind Caden when I saw him walk past Arren.He stopped at the bottom of the steps. The two of them looked at each other for a long moment.I couldn't hear anything through the glass. Caden said something short. Arren nodded once. Then Caden kept walking down the path and out through the gate, and he didn't look back.Arren didn't move from the post.I stood at the window with my hand still on the light switch, and my heart was going so hard I could feel it in my fingertips.He'd seen. There was no way he hadn't.I made myself walk to the front door. I opened it just enough to lean out, and the night air came in cold against my face."Arren," I said.He lifted his head."Do you…" I cleared my throat. "Do you want to come in?"He didn't answer right away. He looked at me, then past me at the lit hallway, then down at his bandaged hands."I'm not sure I should," he said.His voice was flat and tight. He was standing so stiffly it looked li
ELLARIA.Tate fell asleep halfway through his second story.I kept reading anyway. I read all the way to the end of the chapter about the rabbit who wanted to be a dragon, because if I stopped, I'd have to get up, and if I got up, I'd have to think.When I finally closed the book, the room was quiet except for his breathing.He was curled on his side with one hand tucked under his cheek. There was a small bandage on his neck where Gregory's claw had scratched him. It was tiny. It was barely anything. I'd cleaned it myself and put a bandage on it with dinosaurs printed on it, and he'd told me very seriously that it was the best bandage he'd ever had.I looked at it for a long time.Then I pulled the blanket up to his chin, kissed his forehead, and made myself leave the room.The hallway was dark. I stood outside his door with my hand still on the knob and breathed.It had been the longest day of my life. I'd watched Arren shot twelve times. I'd watched him beaten. I'd pulled magic out
ELLARIA.I didn't think. I just moved."Okay," I said. I lifted both hands up in front of me, palms out, the way I'd approach a frightened animal in the woods. "Okay. I'm coming. I'm coming with you. Just don't hurt him."Gregory's eyes narrowed. "Slowly.""Slowly," I repeated. "I'm going slow. See?"I took one step toward them. Then another.He took one step back.He was dragging Tate with him. My son's toes scraped across the ash as Gregory hauled him backward, deeper into the ruined ward. His arm was still locked under Tate's chin. His claws were still resting against that soft little throat.Tate's eyes found mine over Gregory's forearm.They were so wide. They were grey-blue and wet, and he was blinking hard like he was trying not to cry, like crying might make things worse.I held his gaze.I'm here, I tried to tell him without saying it. I'm right here. I've got you."Keep coming," Gregory said.I kept coming.He kept backing up. His bad leg dragged behind him with every step,
ELLARIA.He told me to stop making a fuss and walked away.Katerina at his side and the little boy trotting along between them, and the three of them moved down their path together like a unit, like something complete, like something that had existed long before I came into the picture and would ex
ARREN.Kade came in and dropped into the chair across from my desk with the energy of a man who'd aged five years in the last two hours."Katerina's taken the boy in," he said. "He's down for the night.""Good."He looked like he had more to say about the evening's events. After something like the
ELLARIA.“Then you can say goodbye to your job.” His jaw tightened.I'd given my all to this hospital, and he knew it.I had no wolf and none of the healing abilities the other doctors possessed. All I had was myself, and the skills I had forced into my bones over the years, once I realized the wor
ELLARIA.My Alpha forced me to sign a marriage contract: no love, no children.He didn’t know I had fallen in love with him at first sight. And now, with only three months left until our contract expired, I was pregnant.***“Luna! You’re having twins!” the doctor exclaimed.The two tiny, beating h







