LOGINPOV: Felicia“Seal every door.”My voice echoed through the tribunal before the panic could. “No one leaves this chamber.”The guards moved. The Alphas protested. Then a calm voice cut through the room.“Too late.”Selene smiled without humor. “He’s already chosen who dies next.”⸻The tribunal had dissolved into political warfare within seconds of Lady Elara vanishing. Eastern Lords accused Silvercrest of fabricating evidence. Blackthorn elders accused us of failing to protect witnesses. Half the neutral houses rose to leave at once, chairs scraping against marble in a dozen places simultaneously.Orion ordered the exits sealed.“You would imprison allies?” one Alpha shouted.“If you’re desperate to leave,” another answered, “perhaps you’re afraid of what’s about to be found.”The room teetered on the edge of violence, hands drifting toward hilts on every side, the air itself thick with the promise of blades drawn in a sacred hall.I didn’t shout. I stood instead, and let something o
POV: Felicia“Don’t mistake this for forgiveness.”Lucien froze with our daughter asleep against his chest. The room went so quiet I could hear four tiny heartbeats.I swallowed the ache climbing into my throat.“I’m choosing what kind of mother I want to be… not what kind of woman I am yet.”⸻He stood there with her weight settled against him like he’d been carved into stillness, and the silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It felt sacred, like the room itself understood what was being decided in it, four small heartbeats keeping time beneath the quiet.“I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive you,” I said.He nodded, careful not to jostle the sleeping weight against his chest. “I know.”“I don’t know if we’ll ever become… whatever we were supposed to be.”“I know.”“I don
POV: Felicia“Don’t let him touch them.”The words exploded through the healing wing before the door had even finished opening. Every guard reached for a weapon. Every healer froze.I looked up just in time to watch my father’s oldest councilor point directly at Lucien.“By the Ancient Moon Laws, the Alpha who publicly rejected the Chosen Mate has forfeited every paternal right.”⸻The warmth from the night before hadn’t even settled before politics found its way into my nursery, elders elbowing past exhausted healers like the room belonged to them.Cassian arrived carrying flowers and blankets and the easy confidence of a man expecting peace, and walked straight into a room ready to combust. Several Silvercrest elders had forced their way inside overnight, incensed that Lucien had stood outside the healing wing rather than being turned away entirely.“A rejected Chosen pregnancy
POV: Felicia“She’s crowning!” the royal healer shouted.Another healer glanced toward the crimson moon outside the window and went pale.“…No.”“There are five heartbeats.”⸻The chamber dissolved into controlled chaos around me … healers, priestesses, mages, all of them moving into position at once, the air itself pressing down with a weight I’d never felt before, thick enough to taste.Candles snuffed themselves out one by one, replaced by silver flame that gave off no heat at all. The altar in the corner had begun glowing on its own, pulsing in time with something none of us could see.I could barely breathe through the pain. These weren’t ordinary children clawing their way into the world. Each one carried enough Moon Magic to bend the room around them, and I felt it in every contraction … not just my body fighting to deliver them, but something vast and ancient stirring awake beneath my skin.Lucien moved toward me on instinct, and Orion’s hand caught his chest before he’d taken
POV: Felicia“You think you’ve won?” Aldric laughed through bloodstained teeth. “Wait until you learn which of your allies helped create the Chosen Queen.”⸻The crimson moon faded slowly overhead as they chained him in celestial restraints heavy enough to bind a god. He didn’t beg. He didn’t resist.He demanded every Alpha be summoned instead.“The truth deserves witnesses,” he said, almost pleasant about it.⸻He confessed everything before the tribunal, not out of guilt but out of pure calculation … a man setting fire to my alliance on his way down, savoring every name he named.Several respected Alpha families had secretly financed my kidnapping twenty years ago, terrified of a queen powerful enough to outrank every one of them, their fear disguised for two decades as loyalty.Then he smiled, and I understood he’d saved the worst for last, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make sure every eye in the room was on him.Orion had approved the mission that exposed me to d
POV: Lucien“You still think you’re the hero?” Aldric laughed softly. “Son… you’ve been my greatest victory since the day you were born.”⸻I’d come believing this was about my children … a trade, a threat, something I could fight my way through with a blade if it came to that. Instead I found him waiting calmly beside ancient runes carved into the shrine floor, my mother watching from the shadows with an expression I still couldn’t read, something between grief and pride.Neither of them looked like people expecting a battle.That should have warned me more than it did.⸻Felicia hadn’t stayed behind. I understood that only later, once Cassian’s strike team began moving through the tree line … she’d never trusted herself to wait safely anywhere, a flaw Orion had warned would cost us all one day, one she wore like a second skin now.Aldric didn’t reach for a weapon. He didn’t need one.He simply started talking, and every word took something else away from me, his voice unhurried, alm







