Semua Bab Pregnant For The Ruthless Alpha But Secretly An Heiress : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Elena's POVThe dining room looked like it belonged in a royal museum; everything was too polished and too quiet. I sat at the table, surrounded by the royal family, minus Damien, who was still a no-show, not that I was surprised. The Alpha sat at the head, quiet power, almost an aura radiating off him like heat. Across from me was the Queen, her eyes sharp despite her seemingly nice smile. Beside me, Luna looked like she was writing some kind of exam; I could see how she struggled with which spoon to use. "Hope you all had a good night’s rest," the Alpha said, breaking the silence.Ray leaned in from behind me, murmuring, "I think he means: hope you survived sharing one tiny room together in your prison cell."I coughed lightly, covering a smile. "Very good, thank you. You've been quite hospitable."I watched as Luna leaned closer to the table, examining the dozens of cutlery pieces like they were some sort of artifact. I reached over and subtly slid the right spoon into her hand

Elena's POV My head was pounding. I felt like I'd been underwater, my ears muffled and every breath thick with fog. Voices echoed around me—soft and distant, but becoming clearer."Why don't we just kill her already?" a rough voice hissed."The boss said not yet," another replied. "Said she’s worth more alive."My eyes fluttered open. The room was dim, and the air reeked of damp concrete and old wood. My arms ached from being tied behind me. When my vision cleared, I saw them—two men, both tall, filthy, and grinning like hunters circling prey.One of them noticed I was awake and stepped closer. His grin widened as he crouched, his fingers brushing through my hair like I was some ragdoll."Awake, sweetheart?" he whispered, his breath foul and warm against my skin. His hand grazed my jaw and began trailing lower. I nearly pucked!I turned my head away, purely disgusted, and bit back the urge to scream. He leaned in, whispering things that made my stomach twist. His hand was sliding do

Lucy's POV The doors to the throne room groaned open, and I turned my head slowly, expecting yet another councilman with a new complaint. But the moment my eyes locked on his face, I froze.Malachi!He looked exactly the same. The same sharp jawline and icy cold eyes that used to haunt my nightmares. But he shouldn't be here. He couldn’t be here. I saw Ryker kill him with my own eyes."Malachi," I said his name like it burned my tongue. "What are you doing back here? I watched Ryker kill you. I saw you die."He chuckled darkly and stepped further into the room, his boots echoing off the floors. "Did you know? Well, none of that matters now, does it? I'm here. That’s what counts."Before I could react, he moved—fast—so fast I barely had time to blink. He was suddenly inches from my face, his cold fingers gripping my chin. I tensed. I remembered that speed was his power."Let go of me," I hissed.He grinned. I spat into his face.Malachi staggered back, wiping the spit with the back of

Luna's POV I tiptoed past Damien’s room like the floor was made of glass. His door cracked open slightly, but it was enough to send shivers up my spine. I wasn’t ready for another encounter with him—hell no, not today. When I passed his room safely, I bolted down the hallway, grabbed the nearest loaf of bread from the dining table and headed straight for the backyard.Sunlight bounced off the trees as I stepped onto the grass. I scanned the training yard and spotted Ray and Elena. They were sparring, both focused and swift. I stopped in my tracks, watching them. Elena ducked, swung low, and tapped Ray's shoulder with the hilt of her weapon.“Too slow,” she teased, grinning.Ray chuckled. “You wish.”They circled each other again, light on their feet. It was playful but intense—this whole princess royal guard thing had made them closer friends. Something sharp tugged in my stomach when Elena laughed and nudged Ray’s chest. I clenched the bread in my hand.“Mind if I join?” I asked im

Lucy's POV "Hold still, my queen," one of the maids cooed, pinning the final golden hairpiece into my curls.I tried to smile as the room buzzed around me, satin fabric rustling and perfume thick in the air. "You look radiant, Queen Luna," another maid said. I didn’t bother correcting her name slip. Lucy. My name is Lucy.As they backed away, their work done, they beamed at me with pride. To them, this was a fairytale. But I knew better. This was a story written in blood and regret.Once they’d left, the silence in the dressing chamber wrapped around me like a second veil. My eyes drifted to the full-length mirror. I looked... regal. Golden threads weaved through my ivory dress, the embroidery strong, just like the woman I had to pretend to be.A knock came. "Come in," I said, bracing myself.My brother, Eli entered, his face softening when he saw me. "You look... like a queen."I chuckled. "That’s the idea."He approached slowly, then pulled me into a hug. For a moment, I allowed my