His Runaway Queen

*Aria's POV*

Rain was falling the night I ran.

Not the gentle kind that kissed windows and soothed restless hearts. No. This rain came down like a warning - sharp, cold, relentless - drumming against the pavement as if trying to stop me from taking another step towards the inevitable.

My breath fogged the taxi window as the city blurred past it. Neon lights streaked across the glass like smeared paint, turning everything into a distorted version of the life I was abandoning.

My life.

My prison.

My home.

My heart clenched hard enough to hurt. Maybe because the taxi crossing the one place where everything had started - the long, dark stretch of road leading away from the Hale estate. Or maybe because I was leaving behind the one person I never wanted to run from.

Lucian.

Even thinking his name felt dangerous.

He was the storm in the middle of my too-quiet world, the man whose touch had once felt like a promise and a threat wrapped into one. The man who had held me like he owned every breath I took. The man who would burn the entire world to ash if he ever found out the truth...

That I was pregnant.

And the child was his.

My hand trembled as I pressed it over my stomach - not even showing yet, but already changing everything. There was something both terrifying and sacred about that small life inside me. It made me brave and weak. Fierce and terrified.

It made me a mother.

It made me a traitor.

The taxi swerved to avoid a deep puddle. I flinched when my phone lit up with another call - Lucian written in bold white letters across the screen.

He had already called seven times.

Seven times since I stepped out of his apartment. Seven times since I lied to his face and walked away from the only man I had ever loved.

The taxi driver glanced at me through the mirror.

"You want to take that, miss?"

"No." My voice broke on the single syllable. "Please... just keep driving."

He nodded and turned his eyes back to the road.

I watched Lucian's name fade into darkness as the phone stopped vibating, but the ache he left inside me didn't.

He would not understand why I had to go.

He would never let me go willingly.

And once he discovered what my family had done - what they were planning to do to our child - there would be blood.

My child didn't deserve to be born into war. Into revenge. Into the price of the Hale family or the wrath of the Drakovs.

Lucian came from a world ruled by men like him - dominant, dangerous, merciless - but my family belonged to a different kind of mafia altogether: the quiet, politocal kind that destroyed people with secrets instead of guns.

Both were deadly.

Both were enemies.

And I was the one foolish enough to love the son of our greatest threat.

Lightning flashed, illuminating the sky in a violent white streak.

The night I fell in love with Lucian had been exactly like this - a gathering storm, a warning in the air, an inevitable ending brewing in the background. But back then, I'd been too naive to recognize what kind of man he was.

What kind of man I had chosen.

A Drakov never lets go. Not of enemies. Not of lovers. Not of blood.

He would hunt me.

And I would run.

For my child.

For the small heartbeat that deserved peace.

For the future I wanted them to have. One far from the sins of either family.

"Almost there." The taxi driver said softly.

I turned my head towards the window again. My reflection stared back at me - honey brown curls sticking to my damp cheeks, brown eyes swollen from crying, mascara smudged like bruises beneath them. I looked nothing like the sheltered, polished Hale daughter anymore.

I looked like a runaway.

A coward.

A mother.

A queen with no crown.

My phone vibrated again.

Lucian.

But this time... it didn't stop.

It rang once.

Twice.

A third time.

And then a message appeared.

One line.

One promise.

'Don't make me come find you, Aria.'

My heartbneat stumbled.

Because I knew he wasn't talking about heartbreak.

Or loneliness.

Or some dramatic plea for closure.

No.

It was a warning.

Lucian Drakov didn't beg. He didn't plead. He didn't fall apart.

He hunted.

I pressed the phone face-down into my coat pocket, squeezing my eyes shut as if that could silence the echo of his voice in my mind- deep, cold, steel-forged.

You're mine, Aria.

But I wasn't.

Not anymore.

The airport lights appeared in the distance. Relief flooded my body, weak and trembling, as if I had been holding my breath since leaving his bed hours earlier.

I could do this.

I had to.

For the tiny life inside me. For the innocence my world would destroy.

The taxi slowed to a stop under the shelter of the departure hall.

The roof overhead rattled from the storm.

"Good luck miss." The driver murmured, handing me my bag.

I swallowed hard and forced a small smile. "I'm going to need it."

As I stepped out into the cold air, rain blowing in sideways, my phone vibrated one more time.

Another message.

A final thread snapping between us.

'Whenever you go, I'll find you.'

My breath trembled.

Because I believed him.

Because he always did.

And as the first boarding call echoed through the airport speakers, I whispered to my unborn child, voice shaking:

"Hold on little one. We just need to disappear before he finds us."

But deep down...

I knew this was not the end.

Lucian Drakov would cross oceans for me.

He would burn cities.

He would tear the world apart brick by brick until I was in his arms again.

And when he discovered why I ran?

Hell would be nothing compared to the storm he'd unleash.

And nothing will stop it.