تسجيل الدخولPOV: 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
POV: Lucien“You’re looking at the wrong parent,” the woman beside Aldric said with a broken smile. “I’m not the one who betrayed you.”⸻The battlefield froze around me, every soldier still, every blade suspended mid-swing, while I stood staring at two people I’d buried twelve years ago with my own hands, dirt still fresh in my memory from the day I’d lowered that coffin myself.My mother wasn’t chained. She wasn’t flinching away from Aldric’s side.She stood beside him like she’d chosen to, her posture easy, familiar, nothing about her carrying the fear of a captive.⸻Aldric didn’t attack. He simply watched, arms folded, issuing quiet commands only when the moment called for them, and that stillness terrified me more than any charge could have, like he already knew exactly how this would end.Every move our forces made, he’d clearly already accounted for, adjusting his own line with a patience that felt almost bored.I tried to command my own soldiers through it and failed. Old mem
POV: Felicia“Your Majesty!” Cassian shouted, racing up the ramparts. “The western gate didn’t fall…” He stopped, breathless. “…it was opened from the inside.”⸻The palace dissolved into controlled chaos within minutes … soldiers scrambling to mobilize, the council splitting into factions hurling blame in every direction, names of trusted guards suddenly suspect in every mouth. Somewhere beneath all of it, I understood the enemy had already won something no army could take back.He’d made us doubt each other before he’d struck a single blow.⸻I found the ramparts alone sometime after, watching thousands of soldiers gather in the dark below, torches strung out across the valley like scattered stars, the cold biting through my cloak.For the first time since the crown settled on my head, I let myself wonder whether every choice I’d made had only walked my people closer to slaughter, my hands gripping the stone until my knuckles ached.⸻Lucien joined me without asking, and neither of
POV: Felicia“If you execute me, you’ll feel righteous,” Selene whispered. “If you keep me alive… you’ll realize I’ve never been your greatest enemy.”⸻I granted her the audience against every voice in the room. Orion argued until his jaw ached, listing every reason it was reckless. Cassian refused to leave the doorway, arms crossed, radiating distrust with every line of his body. Lucien said nothing, which somehow felt louder than either of them, his silence a judgment all its own.Even my own council exchanged glances that asked, without daring to say it, whether compassion had finally become a liability I couldn’t afford in a war this costly.I let them all stay standing at the edges of the room and sat across from her anyway, close enough to see the bruises along her jaw hadn’t fully healed.⸻She didn’t beg. She didn’t cry the way she had at the gates, that raw collapse stripped away now into something steadier, almost clinical.She simply took apart everything I thought I under







