All Chapters of I AM BETRAYED BY THE MOON: Chapter 111 - Chapter 117

Elara’s POV At exactly 12 am, I opened my eyes and for a second, I forgot where I was before I realised I was now in the palace, in Damian's room and on his bed to be precise. The scent of sex and sweat still lingered in the air, a reminder of last night's adventure. Turning to my side, Damian was laying next to me, one strong arm thrown over my waist, holding me in place as if he had somehow expected that I'd sneak away. His breathing was heavy and slowed, lost in the blissful illusion that we were back together again. But we aren't. We can never be. Whatever we had already ended a long time ago. I watched the rise and fall of his chest, the faint glow of the moonlight flickering in through the blinds and falling on his bare skin, and I waited. For a second, a really, really dark thought crossed my mind. If only I could strangle him. Everything would be over. I will finally be free. But I quickly shake my head, shunning the voice. No. I shouldn't do that. I shouldn't become the

Author's POV The warehouse was cold and empty. It was no different from Kael's piercing eyes. He couldn't believe what Lyra had told him over the phone. And that made him so disgusted with everyone and everything. Lyra stood cautiously just in front of him, mindful of his gaze and not wanting to piss him off further. Her arms were folded, her nerves trembling beneath her skin. “Elara’s pregnant," she said, her voice quiet, trembling but urgent. Kael didn’t react immediately. He stared at her for a long, cold moment. Not blinking. Not moving. Just... watching. Like a beast assessing its prey, checking whether or not she was fit to be devoured. “Are you sure?" he asked slowly, voice barely above a whisper. Since Lyra had betrayed him and almost wanted to kill him, he knows better than to trust her blindly. She was good for everything but certainly not an alliance. The devil is better than her if anything. “Yes. I saw the prenatal pills in her room.” Lyra’s eyes searched his fa

Elara's POV The morning air was brisk as I stepped out of the car. My head raised high as I walked into the building confidently like a woman ready to crush all her enemies. With the discovery of the names on Damian's list last night, I was ready to return the same energy everyone would give me. I had the knowledge that not everyone who smiled at me was my friend and I intend to let them know that but the icy welcome I expected never came. Instead, a low buzz of murmurs swept through the glass building as I walked in. Several heads turned in my direction. Some faces lit up in surprise, genuine, startled smiles at my comeback. Others quickly masked their discomfort, and I didn’t miss the subtle exchanges of nervous glances like their biggest rival was back. Right. It's time they feel the heat. In the past, I have been meek, seeking validation but not anymore. I have known my place. I am a Queen. One that should be respected. They should be the one to cower not the other way round.