로그인Yara The teasing lingered in the air even after Ronan walked away, leaving Alec and me standing in the quiet corridor. His arm had slipped from my shoulders, but the warmth of it stayed, a gentle reminder of how easy it felt to be around him. Alec leaned against the wall beside me, his usual calm smile softening into something more thoughtful. “You really okay? Seeing all those gifts… it can’t be easy.” I exhaled slowly, my hand resting on my belly. The baby gave a small kick, as if agreeing with him. “It’s strange. Part of me is angry. Another part just feels… tired. I thought three months away would make it easier to forget him. But he keeps sending reminders.” Alec nodded, his gaze steady and patient. He didn’t push. He never did. That was one of the things I was starting to appreciate most about him — he listened without trying to fix everything. “You don’t owe him anything,” he said quietly. “Not an answer. Not forgiveness. Not even a reaction. You’re building somet
Yara The next morning, I woke up slowly, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains of my chambers. For the first time in weeks, I felt truly rested. The vacation had done its work — my body felt lighter, my mind clearer, and the little life inside me seemed more settled. I decided to go for a gentle stroll in the gardens before breakfast. The fresh air always helped with the lingering nausea. I slipped on a light robe and walked out, enjoying the cool breeze on my skin and the quiet peace of the palace grounds. As I turned a corner in the east wing, I saw a group of maids carrying large, beautifully wrapped boxes and bouquets of fresh flowers toward one of the storage rooms. The boxes were ornate, tied with silk ribbons, and the flowers looked expensive, rare white roses and lilies. I stopped, baffled. What was all this? Just then, I heard familiar footsteps behind me. “Yara!” Ronan called my name, still in his training clothes, sweat glistening on his foreh
Ian I stopped a few paces away from the messenger, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. The man bowed deeply and extended the envelope with both hands. “Alpha Ian of Shadowveil,” he said formally. “A message from Her Highness Princess Yara.” I took the envelope with numb fingers. The royal seal felt heavier than it should have. For a long moment, I just stared at it, dread pooling in my stomach. I broke the seal and unfolded the parchment. The handwriting was elegant, precise, and unmistakably hers. Alpha Ian of Shadowveil Pack … I read it twice. Then a third time. The words blurred as my hands began to shake. Divorce? She was cutting me out completely. Not just rejecting me erasing me from her life like I had tried to erase her. A bitter, broken laugh escaped my throat. I crumpled the letter in my fist, the royal seal cracking under the pressure. Darius shifted uncomfortably beside me. “Alpha… is everything alright?” I looked at him, then at
Yara I felt the blood drain from my face. My hands started shaking. Yara’s smile faded into something colder. “Tell me, Mira… did Ian really believe that you were Beta Vladimir’s daughter?” Terror slammed into me like a physical blow. I stumbled back until my back hit the wall. “Shut up!” I hissed, my voice cracking. “What do you know? You don’t know anything!” Yara watched me with quiet, merciless satisfaction. “I know enough,” she said softly. “I know you lied about everything. Your father. Your connections. Your ‘noble blood.’ You built your entire position on lies and manipulation. And now here you are, locked in a dungeon, while I stand on the other side of these bars as the Princess you tried to replace.” She stepped even closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You took everything from me, Mira. My home. My dignity. My future. But I survived. And now I’m going to make sure you pay for every single thing you did.” I sank to the floor, my legs finall
Yara The heavy doors to my chambers had barely closed behind the last attendant when I finally allowed myself to sink onto the edge of the grand bed. The violet gown felt suffocating now, the weight of the crown and the night’s performance pressing down on my shoulders. I exhaled slowly, fingers tracing the jade pendant I still clutched in my palm. The door burst open without warning. Ronan stormed in, his usual composed mask gone, replaced by barely contained frustration. “What the hell was that back there, Yara?” I looked up at him calmly, setting the pendant aside on the nightstand. “What do you mean?” He let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. “Don’t play innocent with me. You had Mira or whatever her real name is right there. You had Ian sweating and shaking like a man staring at his own grave. The perfect moment to expose them both, and instead you locked up the lady and smiled at him? You let him parade around all night like the hero of the realm while you played the grac
Mira“Nice to meet you, Mira.”The way she said my real name slow, deliberate, laced with venom sent ice flooding through my veins. My knees nearly buckled, but the guards’ iron grips kept me upright.This wasn’t possible. Yara was dead. We had watched her die. I had stood beside Ian in that courtyard, smiling as the poison did its work. And yet here she was, alive, crowned, and looking at me like a predator finally cornering its prey.It couldn't be.The Princess was just Yara’s lookalike I convinced myself.I forced a shaky laugh, trying desperately to salvage the moment. “Y-Your Highness, there must be some mistake. My name is Lira, just like you said earli—”“Silence.”The single word was quiet, but it carried the full weight of royal authority. The whispers in the crowd grew louder, confused and uneasy. I could feel hundreds of eyes boring into me. The triumphant fantasy I had been weaving only moments ago, banquets, influence, power shattered like the crystal goblet I ha
IanI woke up with a clear head and a strange sense of lightness in my chest. The pack felt calmer. More stable. As if a long-standing weakness had finally been cut away. I rose from the bed and dressed, leaving Mira to sleep a little longer. The pack house was already buzzing with activity when
IanThe dungeon air was damp and thick with the metallic bite of silver. Torches flickered weakly along the rough stone walls as I descended the narrow steps, my boots echoing sharply in the silence. Yara had been rotting down here for two days, and still some small, foolish part of me expected to
YaraThe first thing I felt was warmth — real, gentle warmth, not the bone-chilling dampness of the dungeon floor or the freezing forest earth where they had discarded me like rotting meat. Soft silk sheets cradled my aching body, and the faint, soothing scent of lavender mixed with healing herbs f
RonanThe council chamber was thick with the scent of aged parchment and flickering torchlight. I sat at the head of the long oak table, jaw clenched as the elders droned on about border skirmishes and grain shortages. My mind, however, was miles away with Yara. It had been two long months since he







