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THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 88

Author: MIKS DELOSO
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-07 00:01:53

Far away…

The wind sighed through the secret vale.

Vera spun around, hand creeping to the knife she carried at her side, eyes cutting back to slits as the trees whispered in a manner they hadn't. "Did you hear that?"

Emereah placed herself at the heart of the sanctuary they had shrouded in ancient fire. Her hand lay lightly upon her expanding belly, the other flat against the barrier stone—a polished obsidian plate engraved in golden sigils, quivering weakly with the magic they'd built up day by day.

"It's nothing," she breathed, though her pulse hurried. "Just… the world turning."

But even as the words were spoken, the heat that seethed inside her belly burst forward. Not pain—no, this was different. The flame in her blood accelerated. It didn't flicker. It blazed.

She turned to Vera, eyes radiant now, a thread of gold running through the iris like embers stirring.

"He's moving," she breathed.

Vera's face tightened. "The Alpha?"

Emereah didn’t answer right away. She closed her eyes,
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