บททั้งหมดของ Healing a rogue princess: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 58

*Cynamon* I am sure this is where my life ends but suddenly, a piercing alarm shatters the tense silence of the room. The doctor's head snaps towards the sound, a mix of irritation and urgency crossing his features. He rushes to the intercom, pressing the button and speaking into it, but the blaring alarm drowns out his words. I strain to catch any hint of what's happening, but it's useless.He returns to me, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "It seems your human mate has made an appearance," he says, the syringe still in his hand. Then he mutters, mostly to himself. “What an idiot.” I trash against the restraint, “Zac is here, at the compound?” "If that’s his name, yes and you should be happy. You'll see him again soon, in the afterworld… or wherever freaks like you go,” he says. Panic surges through me, a tidal wave of fear and desperation. They can't hurt Zac. Not him. Not my mate. Clementine will need her father. Inside me, Zyka stirs, her presence growing stronger, fueled by

*LZ* I sit on the soft mossy floor of the sanctuary, Clementine nestled against me, her tiny body rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. The gentle glow of the flowers around us flickers softly, like tiny stars caught in a moment of stillness. I don’t know how long we’ve been here in this place that feels like a dream, but there’s a strange comfort in the uncertainty. Each day is a blend of wonder and worry, punctuated by the need to keep Clementine safe. As I absently stroke her hair, my eyes wander to the enchanted window. Outside, the world bursts with life. Creatures of all shapes and sizes dart through the twilight, their calls ringing like chimes in the wind. A small, furry creature with bright blue fur and large, curious eyes hops by, stopping to peer at us as if assessing whether we’re friend or foe. I chuckle softly at its antics, and it seems to sense my amusement, giving a playful leap before scampering off into the underbrush, leaving behind a trail of sparkli

*Zac* The sun dips low on the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky as laughter and music spill out of our backyard. I glance around, soaking in the vibrant scene before me. The air is thick with the mouthwatering scent of Cukier’s famous barbecue, and I can already hear the sizzle of meat on the grill. “Is everything ready, Cukier?” I call out, catching a glimpse of my brother-in-law, his brow furrowed in concentration as he flips burgers and hot dogs with the finesse of a master chef. “Absolutely! Just about to throw on the corn,” he replies, a hint of pride in his voice. There’s something about his determination that makes me smile. He seems to always be the responsible one, but tonight, he’s relaxed, enjoying the moment with all of us. I turn my attention to the rest of our guests. The yard is a tapestry of familiar faces: Cynamon’s family, the werewolves who’ve come to celebrate. Her Aunt Elowen is chatting animatedly with LZ, her laughter ringing like m

*Cynamon* The scent of pine and freshly baked cookies mingles in the air, wrapping me in a warm embrace as I take a moment to breathe it all in. It’s Christmas Eve, and our living room is a delightful chaos of laughter, decorations, and the soft glow of fairy lights. I can hardly believe how much has changed since those early days, and yet, here we are… surrounded by love and family. “Cynamon, come help me with this!” I hear Evangeline call from the kitchen, her voice bright and cheerful. I glance over to find her juggling a platter of cookies while trying to keep her balance with her round belly. “Got it!” I laugh, rushing over to lend a hand. “You should sit down and let me take care of this.” She grins, “Hey you are pregnant too.” “But you are carrying twins, after all!” I point out. “And this is my third, I am more… used to it.” Evangeline grins even wider, her eyes sparkling. “But I can’t resist the cookies! They’re my weakness… and the babies' weakness, the babies want c