LOGINLizabella
Since the previous incident in the bathtub, Mirabelle had never left my side, not once. She slept on a cot in the corner of my room, ate every meal with me, and followed me like a shadow through every corridor and garden path.
Surprisingly, nothing crazy had happened since then, which left me thinking two very different thing
LizabellaIf I hadn’t pushed Kael away last night, if I hadn’t let my suspicions and the flashes of those blurry dreams spill over into anger, those children might still be alive. Their blood was on my hands as much as his, and the guilt sat heavy in my chest like a stone I couldn’t swallow because I had provoked the monster, and innocent lives had paid the price.The thought made my stomach churn with nausea that had nothing to do with the pregnancy.Worse still, a voice in the back of my mind kept whispering that this was only the beginning. Kael’s rage had always simmered beneath the surface, but last night I had struck the match. How many more would suffer because I couldn’t control my growing doubts?
LizabellaI thought that everything would go back to normal after Yuri got exiled. I really believed the palace would feel safer, and the constant knot of fear in my stomach would finally loosen. But even in the safety of Kael’s arms, I began to experience vivid flashes of my true past in dreams, three faceless men whose voices stirred something deep within me, warm and achingly familiar.Their laughter echoed in the darkness, their hands reached for me with a gentleness Kael had never shown. He noticed the way I woke up gasping, the way my eyes darted around the room as if searching for someone who wasn’t there, and he grew increasingly possessive and unstable.He was aggressive in ways that terrified me. When I pulled away from his touch, his
LizabellaSince I stopped taking the drugs, my headaches had worsened, like someone was hammering nails into my skull from the inside. But because of that decision, I could now remember my dreams more clearly, though the faces in them remained frustratingly blurry, like shadowy figures calling out names and warnings I couldn’t quite grasp. Because of those dreams, I realized that nothing about this place felt familiar. The grand halls, the desert-scented gardens, even the way the sunlight slanted through the high windows, all of it felt foreign, like I was walking through someone else’s life. Still, I decided to remain nonchalant and act as though I wasn’t suspicious of anything. I smiled when expected, nodded at the right moments, and kept my questions locked tightly behind my teeth. I lived my days normally with Mirabelle by my side, so nothing crazy had happened to me during those times. She was my constant shadow, never more than a few steps away, and her presence seemed to keep
Lizabella“Elara! Elara, wait!” Kael’s voice rang out behind me, but I sped up instead, my slippers slapping against the marble as I hurried down the corridor.My heart hammered with a mixture of anger and confusion, the name ‘Lizabella’ still echoing in my skull like a half-remembered song as his footsteps quickened behind me. Before I could round the next corner, his hand shot out, fingers closing around my upper arm. He spun me around with surprising strength, pulling me against his chest so tightly I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his breathing.“What happened?” He demanded, his green eyes searched mine, with his brows drawn tight.I yanked my arm free but stayed close enough that our bo
LizabellaSince the previous incident in the bathtub, Mirabelle had never left my side, not once. She slept on a cot in the corner of my room, ate every meal with me, and followed me like a shadow through every corridor and garden path.Surprisingly, nothing crazy had happened since then, which left me thinking two very different things. One, that the person who had been trying to hurt me had been scared off by Mirabelle’s constant presence. Or two, my own mind, knowing that somebody was watching over me, had decided to stop tormenting me with visions that felt too real.The problem was, I didn’t know which of these two things was the actual truth. I didn’t know if I was hallucinating or if it had been real, because with Mirabelle here, nothing had happened y
KaelStanding at the head of the long steel table in the heart of my underground laboratory, with the hum of refrigeration units and the scent of chemicals filling the air. The walls were lined with reinforced glass cases holding rows of glowing vials, my life’s work, the serum that would turn ordinary blood into something unstoppable.Dr. Lira Voss, the same woman who had overseen Lizabella’s treatment, leaned over a holographic display, as three other lead scientists flanked her, tablets in hand, faces illuminated by the blue glow of data streams.“The latest batch shows a 47% increase in cellular regeneration,” I said, tapping the projection so the molecular model spun slowly in mid-air. “But we still need to stabilize the a
LizabellaDonald is such a horrible person.That was the only thing echoing in my head as I hurried down the hall, still feeling his grip on my arm and the humiliating press of his lips against mine. Who does he think he is?Horrible didn’t even begin to describe him.Mate or not, he’s awful.‘Stop
LizabellaWhat the hell just happened? I asked myself, as I stared at Pearl’s tiny body
LizabellaIf I didn't let curiosity get the best of me, then I wouldn't have had to deal with Damon’s scolding or sharp words again, but curiosity had pulled me anyway.
LizabellaMaybe… maybe I had just misunderstood Agnes.That was the first thought circling my mind as I watched her move around the room. Maybe she was just like me, someone who had been trying to survive her own pain. Or maybe she had returned to use Pearl to rebound from the loss of her child… an







