Semua Bab Oops, My Bastard Just Ate Your Legacy!: Bab 21 - Bab 30

 When Kael left, the room fell into a hush so complete, even the baby seemed to settle. Nyma sat there, one hand curled protectively over her belly, the other resting limp at her side—like she couldn’t decide whether to guard or surrender.Raina’s words still echoed in her mind, not loud, not accusatory—just lingering. A soft hum in the bones.She hadn’t said it outright. She hadn’t needed to.That flicker in Raina’s voice, that almost-question. “Can I have it?”Not your child, Nyma reminded herself. Not that.But something like it.

 “Hm,” Elara murmured, the sound tight in her throat. “Interesting. Prince Adrain could surely get his hands on something rare…” But her eyes said something else entirely. They didn’t move from the stone. She leaned in, close enough to feel the warmth it pulsed into Nyma’s skin. “Our family’s moonstones reflect the bloodline,” Elara said quietly. “Silver for vision. White for resolve. Yours was silver, the night we crowned you Luna. A perfect match. But this…” She hovered just above it, hand open like she was afraid to touch. Then, finally, she did. The moment her

"You stupid, reckless girl."Alpha Cedric's voice didn’t boom like a thunderclap—it slithered into the room like smoke under a locked door, a low, venom-laced whisper that made the air itself recoil. No rage. No raised volume. Just that icy, disbelieving fury that strikes deeper than any yell could hope to.Nyma froze mid-step, the heat of her father's presence bearing down on her like an avalanche. At her throat, the golden pendant—a relic older than the treaty that had tied her fate to Adrain’s—shuddered, then flared to life. Its glow wasn’t gentle. It threw jagged light across the walls like bars, a cage of her own bloodline's making.Then Elara emerged from the shadows behind Cedric, and if her expression was meant to be maternal, it had been devoured by something colder. Her face was sculpted into sharp angles of disbelief and disapproval, fury laced into every breath she took. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Her voice shook—not with sadness, but with restrained hysteria.

Nyma's fingers trembled as she snatched the crumpled papers from her nightstand. The heavy parchment felt like poison in her hands, Adrian's royal crest embossed at the top in mocking gold foil.Raina reached out. "Nym, you don't have to—"But Nyma was already scanning the text, her eyes catching on phrases that made her blood run cold:"Termination of marital rights... Full custody relinquishment... Prenuptial clause 7b enforcement..."Then she reached the final page.The world stopped."Petitioner shall retain sole custody of all offspring resulting from this union, effective immediately upon birth."A full minute passed in absolute stillness. The only sound was the slow drip of Nyma's claws piercing her own palms, black blood oozing between her fingers—at the words that would unmake her..Raina reached for the papers. "Ny? What does it say—"Nyma’s lips moved slowly, as if shaping the words was agony. Her voice, when it came, was ragged—razored—choked with disbelief and something fa

The name sat on Nyma’s tongue like poison, bitter as wolfsbane and just as deadly.She hadn’t spoken it in over a year—hadn’t called him, hadn’t chased after the ghost of him.Hadn’t dared.But now, the past was clawing up her spine, wicked and sharp, demanding to be named.And gods, she was so damn tired of carrying it alone.Raina swallowed, the sound loud in the hollowed-out room. Her hands twitched at her sides like she didn't know whether to reach for Nyma or step back from her."Who else knows?" Raina asked, her voice paper-thin, like she was afraid the truth might tear right through her.Nyma stilled, head tilting just slightly — a motion so small it might’ve been mistaken for nothing at all. But it wasn’t nothing. It was a storm she didn’t name.A history she didn’t owe anyone. The name surfaced — unbidden, unwanted — coating her mouth in something sour.How he knew. He always would. And how he didn’t matter. As he was nothing to them. Nothing worth remembering.For a heartbea