บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant For The Ruthless Alpha But Secretly An Heiress : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

‎Luna’s POV ‎‎I woke up to the sound of birds outside, my body aching from the hard mattress beneath me. The room I had been given was small—too small. ‎‎The bed pressed against the wall, and the ceiling felt as though it leaned down on me. There was no bathroom, no mirror, just four plain walls and a wooden chair in the corner. I rubbed my eyes, wondering why on earth I had been put here while Damien and Elena had suites. ‎‎I slipped out of bed and fixed my hair with my fingers. At least I could freshen up once I found the dining room. My stomach growled, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten much the night before.‎‎I stepped into the hallway and caught sight of a maid passing by with a tray. “Excuse me,” I said politely, “could you show me the way to the dining room?”‎‎The maid stopped, turned, and frowned. “Dining room? Why are you asking me that? Why aren’t you in uniform yet?”‎‎“Uniform?” I blinked twice, confused.‎‎She rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. “Don’t tell

‎Elena’s POV ‎‎I stood by the tall window, my fingers lightly brushing the cold glass as I watched Damien and the King in the training grounds below. The morning sun shone across their bodies, making their movements sharper.‎‎I had woken up early today, and was on my way into town when I came across the view I now see before me, one I couldn't resist watching for a bit longer.‎‎Damien’s strikes were precise, his body moving like it had been born for combat. The King, though older, still carried himself with strength that reminded me why he was feared and respected. Once a warrior, always a warrior—no matter the age.‎‎I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Watching Damien was like watching fire, dangerous, untamed, but impossible not to be drawn to. His bare chest glistened with sweat as he dodged, attacked, and countered with a grace I envied. ‎‎I thought of how distant he sometimes seemed to me, yet when I saw him like this, I understood that this was who he was. A warrior. A prince

‎Ray’s POV ‎‎The ropes burned against my wrists as I twisted again, testing their strength. They weren’t ordinary ropes; they were too tight, like they’d been dipped in fire. I clenched my jaw, forcing myself not to wince, not to give her the satisfaction.‎‎Across from me, the queen sat gracefully on a carved chair, one leg crossed over the other. She looked so perfect, so composed, her silk robe glittering faintly in the dim glow of the coven’s candles. Her lips curved into a smirk as her eyes lingered on me like I was some amusing toy.‎‎“You shouldn’t kill me,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended. “I know you’ve got your whole evil-blood-witch plan going on, but killing me won’t help you.”‎‎Her laugh was soft, airy, and maddening. “Kill you? Oh, no. Why would I harm a cutie like you?” She leaned forward, eyes gleaming. “You’re far too entertaining. I’m not a monster, you know.”‎‎I barked a bitter laugh. “Not a monster? You’re a blood witch tricking the king into marry

Luna’s POV ‎‎The clinking of pots and the soft crackle of fire filled the kitchen. I was kneeling beside Lila, both of us busy preparing the morning meals. The palace kitchen was always alive this early, yet in its own way, it felt comforting, the warm smells of bread baking, the hiss of meat roasting, the faint laughter of other handmaids whispering to one another.‎‎“Pass me the flour,” Lila whispered, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes.‎‎I handed it to her, smiling faintly. “You bake like you’re fighting the dough.”‎‎She stuck her tongue out at me. “And you stir like you’re lulling soup to sleep.”‎‎I laughed softly, shaking my head. For a moment, everything was easy.‎‎But then the door creaked open, and a guard stepped inside. His boots echoed against the stone floor as the chatter in the room stilled. He looked around, his gaze settling on me and Lila.‎‎“The king requests two bottles of water,” he said firmly. “Now.”‎‎The kitchen mistress nodded briskly, moti

‎Luna’s POV ‎‎I had to tell her. I had to tell Elena what I’d seen in that dressing room. I opened my mouth, but before I could get the words out, the queen turned to us with a radiant smile.‎‎“I’ve found the perfect dress,” she announced, as though she had solved all the world’s problems.‎‎Elena blinked and leaned forward to look at her. “You look beautiful, my queen.”‎‎The queen beamed at the praise and patted Elena’s hand. Then Elena turned to me, her eyes narrowing.‎“Luna, what was it you wanted to say earlier? You looked like you were about to tell me something important.”‎‎I froze. The queen’s gaze landed on me, sharp despite her smile. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. If I spoke now, the queen would know I had been listening.‎‎“I… I was just wondering about this,” I stammered, holding up the jeweled pin I had picked from the floor. “I wasn’t sure if it belonged to you, my queen.”‎‎The queen’s expression softened instantly. She reached out and touched the