Semua Bab Oops, My Bastard Just Ate Your Legacy!: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The celebration was dying like embers in a cold hearth. Other Royal guests had fled after Prince Lucian's and Nyma's feud, taking their threats and promises with them into the night. Nyma's own family lingered only long enough for tearful embraces and whispered concerns.Her mother's kiss burned against her temple like a brand of protection. "Be strong, my daughter," she murmured, her eyes holding shadows that spoke of maternal intuition. "Storm clouds gather, but you were born in lightning."Only Kael remained—her elder brother, solid and dependable as mountain stone. Beside him stood Raina, his mate and Nyma's closest friend, her dark eyes already cataloging exits and threats with the sharp focus of a warrior."Dawn," Kael said simply, his hand briefly squeezing Nyma's shoulder. "We leave for Raven Flack territory at dawn."Nyma had requested the escort weeks ago. Better to birth her child surrounded by wolves who would die for her rather than those who might benefit from her death.

"Enough," Adrain panted, his voice rough with strain as he finally pushed Lira away from the tree. "I said enough."But even as the words left his lips, his hands lingered on her waist—not the firm rejection of a faithful mate, but the hesitant touch of someone at war with himself.Hidden behind the ancient oak, Nyma felt her wolf bare its teeth in silent fury. Every instinct screamed at her to charge forward, to claim what was hers, to remind them both exactly who wore the Luna's mark. But something deeper—a cold calculation she barely recognized as her own—held her motionless.Watch, her wolf whispered with predatory stillness. Learn. Then strike.A pause stretched between the two figures by the shed, thick with unspoken history and dangerous possibilities.Then Lira's voice, silky and knowing, drifted through the morning air: "Oh, Rain... why do you always fight what we both want?"Rain. The intimate nickname hit Nyma like a physical blow. No one called him that anymore—no one excep

Lira's breath hitched, her eyes darting between Nyma and Adrain—her so-called protector now writhing on the ground, his Lycan strength useless against the Infidelity Mark burning through his flesh.His Luna, unbowed.The mighty Lycan Prince, brought to his knees. He was struggling. Struggling to command his Luna. Struggling to even look her in the eyes.Lira paused amidst. Fear and doubt creeping in.Adrain's hand trembled as he reached for Nyma, his fingers brushing empty air where her shadow had been. "Nyma... please stop... the mark... it burns—"Nyma recoiled, her expression twisted in disgust. "Now it burns, Adrain?" Nyma's voice was a whisper of winter wind as she loomed over her fallen mate. "Good." Her claw traced the smoking mark, making his back arch in agony. "Let it scar so deep even your Lycan healing fails. Let every wolf who sees it know—their Prince Alpha groveled for a whore's affection."Nyma withdrew her

"You arrogant little—mutt!" Lira's voice warped into a snarl, and before Nyma could take another step. Lira's wolf erupted from her human skin in a snarl of snapping tendons and splintering bone—black as a starless night, eyes twin pits of fire. Saliva strung between her fangs in glistening ropes as she lunged, a killing arc aimed for Nyma's exposed throat.Time fractured.The air thickened with the copper tang of impending bloodshed, and in that suspended heartbeat, Nyma understood with crystalline clarity:One. She could not shift. Her wolf lay dormant, shackled by instinct—the life inside her more precious than vengeance, than survival itself.Two. She could not run. Her body, heavy with child, would never outpace Lira's murderous grace.Three. She was not prey.The realisation struck like lightning. And somehow the world stopped.Nyma stood frozen as Lira's monstrous wolf form hurtled toward

As they crossed into Raven's Flock territory, the tension in the car shifted. The dense, familiar forest wrapped around them like a protective shroud, the towering evergreens whispering in the wind. And when they finally pulled up to the grand pack house, the sight of it—warmly lit, bustling with anticipation—made something tighten in Nyma's chest.They were waiting for her.The gates of Raven's Flock loomed ahead, wrought iron twisted into the shape of outstretched wings. As the car rolled to a stop, Nyma's breath caught—the scent of pine and hearth smoke wrapped around her like a forgotten embrace.Six months.Six months since she'd stood here as Adrain had come after her with a proposal of marriage for her. Sealing her fate with him from mates to soulmates for all life. Six months since she had left this place as a Luna-to-be, glowing with hope, believing in the promises whispered against her skin. Six months sin