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Four days had passed since we'd watched Lola's parents confess to orchestrating the assassination attempt that had nearly taken our lives. Four days of quiet recovery, of whispered conversations in darkened bedrooms, of holding each other close as if the world might try to tear us apart again at any moment. Theo and I had retreated into our private quarters, as had Christian and Lola, all of us seeking the simple comfort of being with our mates without the weight of royal duties or security briefings. It was in this strange, suspended time—half healing, half hiding—that I first noticed the changes in my body, subtle shifts that I'd initially attributed to stress and trauma, but which now pointed to something altogether different, something wonderful and terrifying in equal measure.I stood in our bathroom, morning light filtering through frosted glass to cast soft patterns across the marble floor. My reflection stared back at me—the fading yellow-green bruise along my jawli

I watched Lola spread jam across her toast with methodical precision, noting how her hands no longer trembled the way they had in the days after her parents' confession. Three mornings now without nightmares—a quiet victory neither of us acknowledged aloud for fear of shattering this fragile peace. Morning light painted golden stripes across our private dining table, catching in her honey-blonde hair and turning it to liquid amber. Leon stirred contentedly within me, pleased to see our mate beginning to heal, though we both knew the scars her parents' betrayal had left would take far longer to fade than the bruises from the explosion that had nearly taken Theo and Emma from us."You're staring," Lola murmured without looking up, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth."Appreciating," I corrected, reaching for my coffee. "There's a difference."She glanced up then, her amber eyes meeting mine with a warmth that made Leon rumble with satisfa

I couldn't see a thing with Christian's warm palms pressed firmly over my eyes, but I could feel the shift in the air as we moved from the palace's climate-controlled interior to the crisp autumn morning outside. The scent of him—sandalwood and amber—enveloped me as he guided me forward, his chest pressed against my back, his voice a low murmur in my ear warning me about steps and turns. Sierra stirred excitedly within me, her curiosity matching my own about where exactly my secretive mate was taking us for our impromptu holiday."Christian," I protested, though I couldn't keep the laughter from my voice, "this is ridiculous. Just tell me where we're going."His lips brushed the shell of my ear, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. "Patience, love. We're almost there.""You wouldn't even let me pack my own bags," I reminded him, carefully negotiating what felt like a shallow step down. "For all I know, you've packed nothing but lingerie and we're heade

The sun painted long shadows across the sand as Christian and I walked back toward the beach house, our fingers intertwined, our bodies pleasantly exhausted from a day spent alternating between lazy sunbathing and swimming in the crystal-clear water. Two days into our retreat, and I'd already felt layers of tension melting away—the constant vigilance that had become second nature at the palace, the careful monitoring of my own expressions and words, the lingering fear that at any moment another crisis might emerge. Here, with nothing but ocean and sky surrounding us, I could simply be. Sierra stretched contentedly within me, her presence warm and drowsy with satisfaction."What are you thinking about?" Christian asked, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.I smiled up at him, squinting slightly against the late afternoon light that haloed his dark hair. "How different this feels. How easy." I gestured toward the endless horizon. "No assassination attempts, no false accu

Elena approached more slowly, her eyes bright with unshed tears. She embraced me gently, as if I might break, before pulling back with her hands still on my shoulders. One eyebrow arched elegantly upward."Wait," she said, her keen mind replaying my exact words. "Did you say 'nieces or nephews'? Plural?"My smile widened as fresh tears threatened. "Yes. We're having twins."Elena pulled me into another embrace, this one tighter than the first. "Oh, Emma! Twins!" She laughed against my shoulder, the sound bright with joy. "Leave it to you to outdo everyone else. One royal baby wasn't enough?""Blame Theo," I replied, wiping at my damp cheeks. "Twins run in his family."Elijah clapped Theo on the shoulder, his expression a mixture of congratulations and warning. "Two babies. My sister is carrying two royal heirs. I hope you've increased security accordingly.""Trust me," Theo replied, his voice taking on the edge of steel that emer