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Author's POV Lyra was in her room, but she was anything but calm. Her hands shook as she paced her chamber, breath coming in short gasps. She has overheard the secret staff interrogation. Damian was getting closer. Too close. What If he dug too deep, and Mira confessed to getting the herb portion from her? She could deny it since she was careful enough not to leave any traces behind but then he would still be suspicious. If Mira was sensible, she'd know to keep quiet. But until when would she be able to withstand the torture. And she was angry that Damian pretended to not want anything to do with Elara or even want a child from her, but when she lost the baby, he suddenly started acting nice towards her. Still panicking, she grabbed her phone and set a message to Kael, hoping to get an escape route from him since he was the mastermind behind everything. Meet me. Now. The reply from Kael came moments later. Lay low for now. Don’t try to contact me. Or do anything foolish. R
Author's POV "Who among you poisoned the Queen’s meal?” His voice thundered through the silent hall as he strolled in front of the twenty two staff members who stood in a straight line. Fear was etched on their faces as they saw Damian's blazing eyes. No one answered. The silence grew thicker and the only noise in the hall was their breathing. The tension keeps growing inside the staff as they bury their faces to the ground. By this time, Mira was starting to tremble slightly. She quickly clenched her hands so no one would notice. Was the portion lady Lyra gave her poison? No... it can't be. She said it was an herbal. Or was it just mere Coincidence that the queen had been poisoned at the same time. Which ever one it was, she planned on staying quiet. Speaking was never an option. Never. Because either way, if it was poison or herbal, her life was at stake. She was not supposed to collect anything from an outsider and put it in the Royal meals. She can't believe she had been
Elara’s POV “What did the doctor say caused the bleeding?” I asked, my voice hoarse from crying when I remembered we were having dinner when I started bleeding without feeling any initial pain. Damian hesitated before answering, “He said… stress. That your body had taken too much of it lately, and the pregnancy couldn’t hold on.” Stress? That didn’t make sense. I’ve always been stressed. Since the day I arrived here, every moment has been a battlefield of fear, uncertainty, and survival. And the baby… she was strong. She had survived the prison, the long days of neglect, the numerous hospital visits during my sickness, and even the symptoms of my brain cancer and now that I was even more relaxed, I had suddenly bled out. “Stress?” I echoed, furrowing my brows in disbelief. “I’ve always been under stress. Why now? Why suddenly? It doesn't seem like it is." His jaw tensed as he explained to me smoothly, “The doctor confirmed it. He ran the tests. And diagnosed that was the cause.”
Elara’s POVIt was quiet. Too quiet. And the scary thing was that this was not the kind of quiet that brings peace. This quietness brings pain and chaos.The kind that feels endless… like I'm not truly myself.I was standing in a place that wasn’t real. It wasn't a forest and neither was it the palace. There was a full moon casting a glow on me. Then she appeared.The Moon Goddess.Or maybe it was just a dream. But she was there—tall, luminous, her silver eyes glowing with wisdom and sadness.“Elara,” she said softly. “You were not meant to leave just yet.”Leave yet? I stared at her, confused. “Am I dead?”“No,” she replied. “But you’re close. You’ve fought too long with your heart buried. You carry too much pain with you. And now… your child bears it too.”My hands flew to my belly. It still ached, but here in this dream, I felt warmth again. Then emptiness. “My baby?” I whispered.It was silent for a while before she spoke again.“She’s gone,” the Goddess said. “And you need to be
Damian’s POVI didn't let the driver drive. No. I drove myself, like a madman towards the Pack hospital. Car tires screeching, my heart pounding louder than any sound and my mind was totally blank. I haven't been so scared like I was in my entire life.“Elara, stay with me,” I kept saying, straining my eyes backwards. Her blood was already soaked into the backseat, dripping and terrifying. “Don’t close your eyes: just stay awake please." But she wasn’t listening. The pain was too unbearable for her. Her face was pale, her lips trembling, her eyes fluttering. She whimpered one last time, “My baby… please…”And then nothing else. Her body went limp and I thought she was gone.“No, no, no—Elara!” I shouted, slamming the heel of my palm against the steering wheel. “Don’t do this to me!”Guards were shouting when we reached the hospital. I didn’t hear them. I didn’t care. I carried her inside, yelling at the physicians, threatening, begging, anything to get them to move faster.“She’s ble
Elara’s POV'Why was he looking at me like that?' I thought. 'And why was he being overly nice?' I sat across Damian at the long table in the eastern dining chamber, slowly spooning the warm soup to my lips. The rich aroma of spices filled the air, and under any other circumstance, it might have felt like a moment of calm. But with Damian watching me so intently, swallowing every bite felt like a battle.He was speaking, his voice smooth but laced with something deeper. Regret? Guilt? I couldn’t tell. "You’ve become quite bold lately," he said, cutting a piece of meat on his plate, this time he wasn't looking at me. "You're so determined to cross me at every turn. Was that the reason why you came back to the palace? To challenge me?"I looked up and smiled faintly, though there was no real warmth behind it. “You pushed me to the wall." I wanted to tell him that I had come here to challenge him, to end his reign but I decided against it. If Damian was being soft then he's definitely
Author's POV"Should I do it or not," Lyra whispered for the tenth time today. She couldn't seem to make up her mind, especially that she has a child growing inside her and she knows the exact pain she would feel if someone hurts her child.She sat alone in the dim room, the small vial of wolfsbane resting on her palm like a curse waiting to be unraveled. Her fingers tightened around it, trembling over so slightly. Her mind was still racing, torn between fear and determination. It’s just a child… her child, the voice of reason whispered. An innocent one. Do you really want to cross that line?But then another voice which was cold, ruthless and unforgiving answered: She didn’t think twice before humiliating you. If you don’t strike now, you’ll lose everything. Kael’s right—this is the only way to do something great in the future.For a moment, she thought of involving Clara in the task. Clara was sly, dependable, and had proven useful in the past few days. But Clara can't be fully tru
Author's POVKael let out a low chuckle, his eyes glittering with malice as he circled Lyra like a wolf sizing up its prey. “You want to get back in control?” he murmured, his gaze fixed on hers. “Then let’s aim for the heart, shall we?”Lyra blinked, unsure of what he meant by his words. "Heart? What are you saying?”His smile widened, sinister and cruel. “Elara’s power lies in that child. The reason why she is suddenly refusing to bow down like in the past is because of that child. If we want to break down her fighting spirit then we need to take care of the only thing keeping her going. And the pain would keep her down for a while, giving us the chance to get rid of Damian."Lyra gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as the meaning of his words settled in, her body tensing. “You mean…?”Kael nodded slowly. "Yes... We have to get rid of that child. I have been thinking about it since the day you told me about it."Lyra's heart surged with fear. Get rid of an innocent child? The plan
Author's POV"I.... need," the words died in Lyra's mouth as she wondered how Kael was able to see through her so clearly. And from his tone, she could see how much he enjoyed seeing her so shameless like this. But she didn't mind. This was no time to save face.Kael watched her, eyes gleaming with dark intent studying her like a cornered animal. The way she knelt before him, trembling, begging—it was a sight he’d always wanted to see. She should be below him. Always. On her feet worshipping him just like this. But now that it was real, it felt hollow. Kael knew that Lyra was a master manipulator, and he knows better than to trust her display of humility at face value.Still, he couldn’t deny the thrill of seeing her like this.He bent down in front of her, brushing a strand of hair from her face, tilting her chin up with a finger, and forcing her to meet his gaze. “You haven’t answered me yet," he said, voice low and measured like he didn't know exactly what she wanted. “What exactly