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Elara's POV My hands wouldn’t stop trembling. My body won't stop aching. Thankfully, when I looked down on myself and slammed a finger inside my pussy, examining myself, I couldn't find any trace that I was fucked or violated. So.... what does the person stand to gain? If he had brought me here without having sex with me then maybe it's someone that I knew who decided to help me when he saw me wasting away at the bar. But then why would the person undress me? Several assumptions ran through my mind but each led to a loose end with no meaningful coherence. But then... I could've sworn that it was Gomez. The way he held me, his voice, his assurance as he asked me to trust him. Everything seemed like him, felt like him. "I should call him to ask?" I muttered, and dialed Gomez with shaking fingers, my breath caught between fear and disbelief. “Pick up… please, pick up,” I whispered desperately to the ringing tone. I called once. Twice. He answered on the third ring. “Elara? Where a
Elara's POV That made me pause, blink. Should I do that? It has crossed my mind several times in the past and each time I had shut down the thoughts. But since I was once punished falsely in the past, maybe it was the only way after all. But before I could respond, his phone rang. He stood quickly. “I’ll be back. Just a minute.” I nodded vaguely, the alcohol already buzzing through my veins. I don’t know how long he was gone. Minutes? Hours? Time slipped through my fingers like smoke. The drinks kept coming, my words started slurring, and my vision blurred. Then he returned. His hands were gentle but firm as he pulled me up from the booth. “You need to get out of here, Elara. Come on. I’ll take you somewhere safer.” I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. I was too drunk, too hollow, too weak. I vaguely remember the ride. But I knew it was a hotel room, white sheets and the cold air from the air conditioning brushing against my skin. He helped me to lay on the bed gently, and pulled off
Elara’s POV 9 pm. "Are you sure about this?" Gomez asked for the tenth time after I told him I needed to go to a bar to clear my head. He knows I wasn't the type to drink. In fact the last time I tasted alcohol was on my eighteenth birthday when I was curious to see the reasons why everyone seems to love it. And once, my curiosity was satisfied, I hated it instantly because of its bitter taste. "Yes, Gomez," I replied, my voice sharper than intended as I faced him. "I'm barely holding myself from going back to the palace to stab those bastards." My voice dropped into a whisper. "So.... please let me." He nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. He started the car and drove off silently. Minutes later, he parked at the garage of a bar—Hidden Lair. He gave the valet the car keys and together we made our way inside. The moment I walked into the bar, the scent of burnt cinnamon, wolfsbane residue, and something stronger hit me hard. Gomez had told me the place was strictly for wo
Elara’s POV "I lost my baby, Gomez," I finally had the courage to break the news to him. Since it happened I have not told him because I know how much it'd break him. He had looked forward to performing his godfather duties more than anyone else. "What?" He screamed, his voice almost ripping my ears apart. "How the hell did that happen?" I sighed, explaining everything to him in detail including Lyra's involvement. "I swear I'm going to kill her," his voice rose with anger and I knew just how much he'd be seething even without seeing him. "Hope she's been punished?" I didn't answer immediately. Was she being punished? I do not know for now but I know Damian would punish her. If she comes back from the hospital, we would continue from where we stopped, right? "Yes," I finally answered. "She's still in the holding cell for now," I lied. "Please don't tell, mom," I added before ending the call and he promised not to. I couldn't sit still. I was curious on the reason why Lyra had
Author's POV Damian felt his heart almost leaping out of his chest. A second child… possibly slipping away. Was the Moon Goddess punishing him for all his bad deeds in the past? This time he would do everything he could not to lose another child. "Can I see her now?" He quickly said as he would want to see how she's faring. "You can't. She is still recovering." Damian nodded, running his hand through his hair in frustration as he watched the doctor leave. He paced the hallway, his thoughts swirling. Hours later, he entered the room where Lyra lay beneath white sheets, her face pale and tear-streaked as she put on her manipulative act again. The moment she saw him, she turned her head away. “Leave,” she said coldly. “Go back to Elara. She’s the one you trust and love, right? While I'm of no importance to you." “Lyra—” He stepped forward, his heart breaking at the hurt in her voice. “No!” Her voice cracked. “You didn’t believe me. You never believed me. And now I regret carryin
Author’s POV “Oh… oh God… help!” Damian's legs stopped on their own the moment Lyra’s screams echoed off the dungeon walls. His first instinct was to turn away—to harden his heart and leave her to sort herself out. A heartless woman like her doesn't deserve his mercy. But then her voice came again, piercing through his thoughts, frantic and trembling that it was so difficult to ignore. “DAMIAN! It hurts—our baby! Help me!” His fists clenched at his side, and for a moment, his legs refused to move. For the briefest moment he suspected that she might be faking it. He didn't want to fall for her games like always. But what if it wasn’t a game this time? What if the baby was truly in danger? If something bad happens to her, he won't be able to forgive himself. He let out a heavy grunt of frustration, turned around and ran back to the cell. He flung the door open and found her curled on the ground, clutching her stomach, her face contorted in pain. She wasn't faking it. "What happen