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
Lyra’s POV I sat on the cold, damp floor of the prison cell, seething with anger. My cheek still burned from Elara’s slap, and I cursed her over and over in my head. Who the hell does she think she is to lay her filthy hands on me? How dare she humiliate in front of the maids and guards? But deep down, what really hurt wasn’t the slap. It was Damian. That bastard didn’t even try to stop her. He didn’t believe me despite how much I insisted. But maybe… just maybe, he still might. He had to. I was carrying his child. He wouldn’t risk hurting me… or the baby. That was the only thread of hope I had left. And Kael. That asshole. The reason why I agreed to do this was because I thought he was going to have a counterattack like he always does. But it turned out that he had nothing. He really is becoming powerless and useless, isn't he? Yet, I couldn't even dare mention his name if I was to be punished. The reason is because suspicion would rise on the reason why we were acquainted i
Damian’s POV I stood frozen at the same spot long after Elara left, her words echoing in my ears like a prayer chant I couldn't stop. “You brought that woman into our lives. This is your fault… I will never forgive you for this, Damian.” My heart clenched in a way it never had before. I’d seen Elara cry once—just once since she lost the baby, and then she tried to hide it. But this time she didn’t even try. She let the pain pour from her eyes and didn’t bother if I heard it as she stormed into the hallway. And it was because of me. And it was because of the mistake I made. I brought Lyra into our lives. I thought I loved her. I thought she was the woman who would stay by my side when I take the throne. But soon enough, I realised I never loved Lyra. Maybe I just pitied her because we grew up in the Rogue Kingdom together. And I was just grateful for those times she was there for me. Soon, I realised no woman could replace Elara in my life. She was the best woman I could ever as
Author's POV The door opened, Damian and the guards arrived with Mira, Elara’s expression shifted into a guided one as she could already sense what was happening. Mira dropped to her knees, guilt and exhaustion clinging to her like a second skin as she began to explain. “I didn’t know it was poison,” she whispered. “Lady Lyra gave me something—she said it was a tonic potion to help your health. I believed her because I heard she was your best friend... I swear I didn’t know.” Elara’s eyes glinted, her lips curling into a cold smile. She was starting to think she was wrong for suspecting Lyra since the private detective who has been keeping an eye on her hasn't reported back in the past two days. But it was exactly like she had suspected. Damian’s face, however, contorted with fury, his chest rising and falling with anger as he thought of how ruthless she could be for hurting an innocent child. “GUARDS! Fetch Lyra. Now!” he roared, his claws appeared for the briefest moment. I
Author’s POV Two days later Lyra paced her chambers, her mind a mess of spiraling thoughts and rising dread. She hadn’t been able to sleep a wink since it happened. Elara’s words replayed in her head like a cursed chant—“One of the kitchen staff has already confessed…” Could it be Mira? Or someone else? Did Elara already know the full truth? If Mira already confesses that her food was poisoned, then it's only a matter of time before she spilled the whole truth about who handed it over to her. By then, she had to be ready for a counterattack. She can't go down just like that. Frustrated and unable to keep calm, Lyra grabbed her phone from the bedstand and called Kael. He didn’t answer the first time. Or the second. On the third ring, he finally picked up, his voice calm as ever. “You’re not supposed to call me,” he said sharply. Not supposed to call him? She couldn't believe her ears. He had handed the poison over to her and now left her to deal with the situation alone. “I don