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“Tch!” I scoffed internally at Samantha's words while glancing at the chair across from Donald, then back at his face, expecting him to gesture, to say something, anything. Instead, he looked at me with that calm, unreadable expression of his, then turned to Samantha and said.
LizabellaIt’s been six months since Donald's funeral, yet Damon and Damian insisted that a grand ball be in my honor, as a celebration of victory, peace, and rebirth. The words echoed in my mind like a mantra as I gazed at my reflection.The woman staring back at me looked stronger than I felt, crowned with a circlet of moonstones, the fabric of the gown shimmering like liquid starlight under the lantern glow. My body had healed from the brutal birth and the summoning of the Lunar Flame, yet the scars remained, both visible and hidden.Pearl’s tiny form rested in the cradle nearby, gurgling softly as her nurse fussed over her lace-trimmed blanket. “Six months,” I whispered to mys
Lizabella“Have they returned?” I asked, my voice hoarse and cracked from disuse. “Damon… Damian… have they come back yet?”The nurse looked up, her kind eyes softening with sympathy as she set aside her tablet. She rose and approached, adjusting the IV line in my arm with gentle fingers. “My lady, you’ve been asleep for five days. The healers induced a deep rest to let your body recover from the blood loss and the strain of summoning the Lunar Flame. It was touch and go for a while.”She paused, her expression turning grave. “Within those five days, the kings have been incredibly busy. They’ve been coordinating the cleanup, securing the borders, and hunting down any stray Bio-Lycans that s
Lizabella“Arghh! I clutched my swollen belly, hitting the floor hard because a tall man from Kael's army had charged after Damon.I crawled away from the chaos to a corner, breathing heavily as another contraction tore through me, the world dissolving into flames and screams around us. The air reeked of smoke and charred flesh, the distant roar of collapsing buildings mingling with the guttural howls of Bio-Lycans still hunting through the ruins.Kael’s forces had turned the city into an inferno, and here I was, on my knees in the shattered street, my waters breaking in a hot rush that soaked my torn skirts. “Not now,” I gasped through gritted teeth, my voice raw from hours of shouting orders amid the evacuation. “Not like thi
DonaldDamian and I were buried in maps and reports Damon had slid across his desk when the door to the study burst open and a guard, breathless and wide-eyed, stumbled in. “My lords! A car just arrived from the borders carrying Luna Lizabella. She was unconscious so she was taken straight to the clinic.”My head snapped up, Damon’s pen froze mid-sentence, and Damian rose so fast his chair scraped loudly across the floor.For almost three months we had torn the realm apart searching for her. Every lead had gone cold. Every scout had returned empty-handed. And now she was simply… here? I thought it was all a dream, a cruel trick my exhausted mind was playing on me after too many sleepless nights.
Lizabella“The audacity!” I muttered under my breath, shocked by Kael's audacity as his words kept echoing in my head.He had just confessed proudly, to orchestrating the explosion that killed my Pearl, to framing me, to funding Jerry’s betrayal, to slaughtering children in a fit of rage, and to planning to turn my unborn baby into some kind of perfect hybrid weapon. And then he had the nerve to offer me a crown in the new world he intended to build on the ruins of everything I loved.How pitiful he was. A man so consumed by vengeance and obsession that he had destroyed everything good in his path and still believed I would choose him. I pitied the broken boy he must have been when his pack was annihilated, but that pity didn’t
Kael“You’ve been staring at that same vial for twenty minutes, Kael. What’s bothering you?” Doctor Kira leaned against the edge of the steel table, arms folded, her eyes studying me too closely for comfort.But I remained silent because honestly, I wasn’t in the mood to listen to her taunts or her inevitable ‘I told you so.’ So I said nothing, I simply kept my gaze fixed on the glowing blue liquid swirling inside the glass container, watching the microscopic particles dance like tiny stars.She sighed, the sound heavy with years of shared history. “You know I can read you better than anyone left alive. If it’s about the girl…”&ldq
LizabellaI shook my head, once, then again, as if the motion alone could scatter the strange fluttering sensation lodged stubbornly in my chest. It was completely and utterly ridiculous, and yet my heart felt as though it had skipped a beat. Hissing under my breath, I pressed my lips together, in
Jerry“Fuck!” I muttered under my breath, pinching the bridge of my nose slowly, pressing my thumb and forefinger into my skin as
DonaldSeeing Damon on the cold marble floor at the bottom of the stairs broke with pain etched into every line of his body, broke something inside me and all I could think about was how I caused this.When the doctor had called me earlier that day, I didn't know how to look Damon in the eye and ex
Lizabella“Are you… being serious?” I asked, staring at Damon as though I’d misheard him. For a minute, my brain refu







