LOGINCamilaThe rumor reached me through my own maid before it reached the wider court, whispered nervously as she helped arrange my hair, her hands trembling slightly against the pins."My Lady, I don't know if it's true, but the kitchen staff are saying Lady Elma has been asking for different meals lately. Simpler things. Things that don't turn her stomach."I kept my expression perfectly still in the mirror. "Turn her stomach how?""They say she's been ill in the mornings. Only briefly, and she recovers quickly, but it's happened more than once."Something cold slid down through my chest, settling low and heavy where fear always seemed to gather first before my mind had fully caught up to name it."That will be all," I said, and she left quickly, sensing the shift in my mood before I had even fully allowed myself to feel it.I sat alone at my dressing table for a long while afterward, staring at my own reflection, turning the pieces over with the same careful precision I applied to ever
XanderI did not sleep that night, though not for the reasons that usually kept sleep from me. I lay awake beside Elma long after her breathing had evened into something peaceful, staring at the ceiling and turning the same impossible fact over and over until it began to feel almost real.A child. My child. Growing inside the woman I had once dragged here in chains, certain she had murdered my own blood.I rose before dawn and found Marcus already awake in the corridor, as he so often seemed to be, as though he had simply stopped sleeping the same year I had."My King. You look like a man who hasn't slept.""I haven't.""Trouble?""Not the kind you're imagining." I hesitated, weighing how much to share even with him, though I knew the news would need careful handling regardless of when it finally reached the wider court. "Elma is carrying my child."Marcus's expression shifted through several things in quick succession, surprise, something that looked almost like joy, and then, immedi
ElmaI carried the secret for three days before it began to feel less like something I owned and more like something that owned me, pressing outward from beneath my ribs every time Xander looked at me a moment too long, every time he asked why I'd left my food untouched or noticed the particular pallor that came and went across my face without warning."You're hiding something," he said on the third evening, setting down his cup with the deliberate care of a man choosing not to raise his voice. "I've watched you hide things before, Elma. I know what it looks like now.""I'm not hiding anything.""You flinched when the kitchen brought up the stew tonight. You've flinched at that same dish three times this week.""I don't care for the spices they've been using lately.""Elma."I set down my own cup, unable to hold the lie steady any longer under the particular weight of his patience, the way he simply waited, unwilling to press further but equally unwilling to let the subject drop entir
Elma"You're carrying a child," the healer said. "Perhaps two months along, by my estimate, though I'll want to confirm that further as the weeks pass."The words landed somewhere far away from me, as though they belonged to someone else's conversation entirely, someone else's body, someone else's terrifying, impossible new truth."That isn't possible," I said, though even as the words left me, I already knew how foolish they sounded."It's entirely possible, Lady Elma. And by every measure I can find, it's already happening."I pressed both hands against my stomach, feeling nothing different beneath my palms, no proof at all beyond his careful, certain words, and yet something in me believed him instantly and completely, the way I had believed the ache in my ribs before the bruises even fully bloomed."Does anyone else know?""No one. I wouldn't share this without your permission, not even with the King."Something in my chest loosened slightly at that, gratitude threading through th
ElmaThe dizziness came without warning, three days after the healer finally allowed me back on my feet, arriving in the middle of counting bandages in the infirmary storeroom, the shelves tilting gently sideways before righting themselves again.I gripped the edge of the shelf until the room settled, breathing carefully through the nausea rolling low in my stomach."Lady Elma?"One of the younger healers had appeared in the doorway, concern already written plainly across her face."I'm fine," I said. "Only tired.""You've looked pale all morning.""I haven't been sleeping well."That much, at least, was true. Between the lingering ache in my ribs and the memory of hooded figures pressing close in the dark, sleep had become something I fought for rather than something that simply arrived.I finished counting the bandages, though my hands trembled slightly through the task, and made my way toward the small kitchen the infirmary staff used for their own meals, hoping food might settle w
XanderMarcus arrived before I had finished my breakfast, a folded report already in his hand, his expression carrying the particular tightness he wore whenever he suspected the news he carried would please me and trouble me in equal measure."My King. We have something on last night's attack.""Tell me.""A witness came forward this morning. A stable hand who claims he saw Lord Victor near the old storage buildings shortly before the hour Elma was taken."I set down my cup slowly. "Victor.""The same lord who proposed isolating her before the council weeks ago."I thought back to that meeting, to the way Victor had spoken of Elma as though she were livestock to be managed rather than a woman deserving of basic decency, the same coldness in his voice that so many of the elders carried and rarely bothered to disguise."What else?""A torn piece of his personal seal was found near the path leading toward the servants' gate. And one of the guards on duty last night reported smelling a pa
Elma"Treason!""Stone her!""Tear her apart!"My head throbbed with a blinding pain. I blinked, my vision swimming as the blurry shapes around me sharpened into terrifying focus. I was lying on the floor of a steel cage."What... what am I doing here?" "Please.""She's finally awake," a deep, c
ElmaThe rough bark of the boundary tree scraped against my bare back as the two guards violently hurled me onto the wet, muddy ground."Stay on that side of the line, Elma," the taller one spat, tossing my torn shoes into the dirt beside my head. "If you cross back onto Silver Moon territory, we w
Elma“Wait, Liam, what are you”The door slammed shut, cutting off my words.A mistake.Panic and a sickening wave of betrayal forced me into motion. I scrambled off the bed, my hands shaking so violently I could barely pull the torn fabric of my dress over my curves. I didn't bother with my shoes.
ElmaThe drums were vibrating right through the soles of my shoes.The Moon Festival was always beautiful, but tonight felt different. It was supposed to be a celebration. Tonight, the entire pack gathered to watch Liam take his rightful place as Alpha. For the first time in years, the harvest was







