LOGIN~Silver
I do not know how I managed to walk out of that dining room without collapsing on the floor. I do not remember greeting anyone or even looking around. I only remember my legs moving like they belonged to someone else and my heart pounding so loudly in my ears that I thought it would burst. Every step felt heavy like I was dragging the weight of the whole world behind me. My chest hurt so badly I kept swallowing like it would help but it didn’t. I walked through the long hallway with the paintings and tall windows that used to make me feel small and amazed and now they just felt mocking. Everything in this palace suddenly felt like it was laughing at me. I kept my head down and prayed nobody would stop me because I knew if anyone spoke to me I would break completely. By the time I reached my door my hands were shaking so badly I almost missed the handle. The moment I stepped inside my room and closed the door behind me, my strength left me. Sarah was there and she was was arranging my things like she always did, carefully and the second she turned and saw my face she froze. Her eyes widened and her lips parted like she wanted to speak but could not find the words. She did not ask me anything. She did not need to. One look at me and she knew. She walked toward me slowly and held my arm before I could even take another step. “My lady” she whispered softly as if afraid to frighten me. “What happened?” I shook my head. “My life just ended.” I said and my voice sounded strange even to me. Like it did not belong to someone who was supposed to be crying. “It ended right there in the dining room.” She helped me sit on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of me, her hands gripping mine tightly like she was afraid I would disappear. “There have been rumors” she said softly. “About Viola.” I laughed but there was no humor in it. “Tell me. I want to hear everything so I can stop lying to myself.” Sarah swallowed. “They say she is Caspian and Bastian’s childhood friend. She grew up with them. She is the golden girl. Everyone always knew she would mate the Alpha King. When she left after the accident, people said it was temporary. That she would come back once things were fixed.” My chest tightened again. “And now she is back. And everything is fixed.” Sarah nodded slowly. “Yes.” I stared at the wall in front of me and my vision blurred but still no tears came. “I am not alright and I am pregnant. Like you have predicted.” I said quietly. I watched her hand flew to her mouth. “Moon goddess” she breathed. “Are you sure?” I nodded. “I felt it kick earlier. In the dining room. You were right.” She stood up quickly and began pacing like she was trying to think through something urgent. “I need to leave. As soon as possible. I cannot stay in a place where I will be humiliated every day. I cannot stay where I am not respected. I will not let my child grow up like I did.” I told her. Sarah stopped pacing and looked at me carefully. She has never been comfortable around me like she is right now. Maybe because she is finally done keeping with the servant and my lady facade. It has ended. “There are also rumors about you” she said hesitantly. “What kind of rumors?” I frowned. “They say you have a unique bloodline. Something old and rare. Nobody knows exactly what it is but people are talking.” “I don’t care,” I snapped, my voice finally breaking a little. “I do not care what I am or what I could be. I just want to leave this forsaken place and never look back.” She came closer and lowered her voice. “You will need money though. The outside world is not kind, my lady. Especially not to a pregnant woman.” My throat tightened again and my eyes burned. “How do I get it?” I asked. “Tell me and I will do it.” “You know the password to the safe. Take some money or jewelry. Take anything valuable that can be sold. You will need it to survive.” She advised looking at me with sympathy. “I will do it.” I nodded slowly. I don’t think it’s considered stealing and even if it is I don’t give a damn. We moved quickly after that like criminals in my own room. I went to the safe with shaking hands and opened it, my heart racing with every click. Inside were stacks of money and jewels that sparkled under the light. Things I once admired without thinking. I stuffed them into a small bag, my hands trembling amd my stomach twisting with every second that passed. Sarah helped me pack only the essentials of simple clothes. Warm wraps and nothing that would draw attention. “You must leave tonight before anyone notices.” She murmured as she finished packing. “I will,” I replied because I didn’t plan to stay here for another minute. “Will you keep my secret?” She looked at me with wet eyes. “With my life. You have treated me right during your whole time here. I will never betray you.” When night came the palace was quiet, almost too quiet. My heart pounded as I moved through the corridors for the last time. I did not look back and did not stop. I did not even hesitate. I slipped out into the darkness, my bag clutched tightly in my hand my body shaking from fear and adrenaline and grief. I ran. I ran away from the palace. I ran away from Caspian. From Bastian. From betrayal. From humiliation. From their beautiful blondee friend. From everything that had almost destroyed me. And for the first time in my life, even though I was terrified and alone and pregnant, I felt like I was choosing myself. Until I heard the reason why they abandoned me like an old shoe right before I slipped out into the night.Hi!!! Totally forgot about this option to interact with readers! How are you liking it? Pleaseeee don’t forget to share with your friends. Thanksssss :)
~SilverThe prophet showed up at breakfast three days later looking as smug as someone that old and wrinkled could possibly look.I was eating pancakes that Caspian had attempted to make and pretending they weren’t slightly raw in the middle when the doors to the dining hall opened and the prophet walked in with his stupid staff and his knowing eyes.“The bond is weak,” he announced without preamble.Caspian set down his coffee. “Good morning to you too.”“There is nothing good about this morning when I can feel the instability in your mate bond from across the kingdom.” The prophet walked closer and I felt Bastian tense beside me. “You completed the bond once. It was not enough.”My stomach dropped. “What do you mean not enough?”“The mate bond between three people requires maintenance. One encounter was enough to form the connection but not enough to sustain it.” He looked between the three of us. “The bond is already weakening. And with it the healing effects on the kingdom are sta
~SilverWe spent the next hour mapping out timelines. When the poisoning started. Who was where. Who had access to what. The pattern that emerged made my blood run cold.The tea had been introduced three weeks ago. Right after Viola found out about the bond completion and she’d been told she was being replaced as potential Luna Queen.“It’s Viola,” I said. “It has to be. She had a motive. She had access through the Queen Mother. And she left right when we started getting suspicious.”“But how did she get into Mother’s private garden?” Aurora pulled up security footage. “Look. The garden has cameras. No one went in or out except Mother and Margaret in the past month.”“Then she didn’t get the poison from the garden. She got it somewhere else and added it to the tea after it was prepared.” I started pacing. “Where does the tea go after Margaret makes it?”“Kitchen storage. Then it gets brought up to the brothers’ chambers every morning by the breakfast staff.”“So Viola could have tampe
~SilverI made it exactly two days before Bastian cornered me about the bond. I was in the library researching antidotes to Wolfsbane poisoning when he walked in and sat down across from me without asking. Just looked at me with those clearer eyes and said the words I’d been dreading.“You’re scared. I can feel it through the bond constantly now. What’s wrong?”I closed the book too quickly and the sound echoed in the quiet room. “Nothing. I’m fine.”“Silver you’re a terrible liar and the bond makes it impossible anyway. I can feel your anxiety. It’s been building for days and it’s keeping me up at night.” He leaned forward. “So tell me what’s actually going on.”I looked at him and realized I couldn’t keep dodging this. The bond was betraying me. Every spike of concern when they ate something. Every flutter of relief when they made it through a meal without getting sick. “I think you’re both sick,” I said carefully. “Something is wrong with your bodies. Something beyond what Dr. W
~SilverI was in the middle of searching Viola’s abandoned rooms with Aurora when the pain hit through the bond. Not nausea this time but actual pain that was stabbing and radiating from Caspian’s chest like someone had driven a knife between his ribs.“I have to go.” I dropped the drawer I’d been rifling through and ran for the door.“Silver wait—”But I was already sprinting down the hallway following the pull of the bond. It led me straight to Caspian’s study where I found the door locked. I didn’t bother knocking. Just slammed my shoulder against it until the lock gave way.Caspian was on the floor behind his desk collapsed. His skin was gray and sweat was pouring down his face and through the bond I felt everything. The poison was worse this time like whoever was dosing them had decided to escalate.“Caspian!” I dropped to my knees beside him and pressed my hands to his chest. “Can you hear me?”His eyes opened but they were unfocused. “Silver? What’s happening to me?”“I don’t k
~SilverIt's been three days of feeling Bastian get violently ill through the bond and wanting to scream. Caspian had an episode too on the second day and I’d been in the middle of painting with Aurora when the nausea hit me so hard I almost threw up myself.“Are you okay?” Aurora had asked.“It’s not me. It’s them. Through the bond.” I’d pressed my hand to my stomach trying to separate their pain from my own feelings. “Something is really wrong.”I started keeping a journal and wrote down every time one of them got sick and what they’d been doing before. The pattern became obvious fast. It only happened after meals. Specifically after breakfast and sometimes after lunch. Never after dinner which was weird.On the fourth day I marched down to the kitchens at six in the morning before the staff got busy. The head cook was a woman named Margaret who’d been working at the palace for twenty years and knew where every spoon was kept.“Can I help you Miss Silver?” She asked when I walked i
~BastianThe rest of the day passed normally. I feel better than fine actually since my vision was still improved. I went through emails and attended a video call with a neighboring pack’s Alpha and had dinner in my chambers. LBy the time nine o’clock rolled around I’d almost convinced myself it had been a one time thing. Stress or bad coffee or some weird bond adjustment like Dr. Woods suggested.Then there was a knock on my door.Silver stood in the hallway wearing leggings and an oversized sweater that made her look younger than her nineteen years. Her silver hair was pulled back in a messy bun and she had her arms wrapped around her pregnant belly in that protective way she always did.“Can I come in?” she asked.“Of course.” I stepped aside and she walked past me into my chambers. It was the first time she’d been here since before we rejected her and I watched her take in the space like she was looking for changes.“You redecorated,” she observed.“Yeah. After you left I could
~Silver I woke up to sunlight streaming through my window and the sound of birds chirping outside. For the first time in weeks I actually felt veryy rested. The nightmares hadn’t come last night. My sleep had been deep and dreamless and when I opened my eyes I felt something close to peace. It w
~SilverThe baby kicked again that night while I was trying to sleep and I pressed my hand against my stomach with a small smile. It was still strange to me. This little life growing inside me that had nothing to do with rejection or pain or betrayal. This baby was mine and I would do anything to p
~Silver It had been three days since Mike’s warning about the Alpha Kings and their failing kingdom. Three days of looking over my shoulder and jumping at every unexpected sound. I was in the garden that afternoon helping Sara plant new herbs when I heard the commotion at the pack entrance. Voice
~Bastian Two days later the prophet was summoned. I didn’t want him there. I had always hated the old man with his cryptic warnings and his smug attitude. He had been the one to tell us that only a Healer could save us. That we needed to keep Silver close and we had ignored him. But now with th







