Semua Bab His Regret: Her Rebirth : Bab 11 - Bab 20

THE SLOW BLOOMXENIA’S POVPeace was a foreign thing.It didn’t roar like war or burn like vengeance. It whispered. Soft. Subtle. Suspicious. Like the eye of a hurricane, waiting to close.The palace was too quiet now that Orion was locked away and Freya had been dragged from her tower like a child stripped of her favorite toy. No more secret meetings. No more poison-laced kisses or threats behind every smile.But peace never lasted long in places like this.I stood on the balcony, hand resting against the gentle curve of my stomach. I hadn’t told anyone yet. Not even Rico. I wanted this secret to be mine for just a little longer. In a world where everything had been taken from me… this felt sacred.A small life, growing inside me.Proof that something could grow from ruin.⸻RICO’S POVThe council chamber was heavy with silence.Elder Graythorne leaned back in his chair, fingers tented. “And you’re certain Xenia did not strike the final blow?”“She showed mercy,” I said firmly. “When

POISON IN THE BLOODXENIA’S POVAt first, it felt like exhaustion.I chalked it up to the late nights, the emotional weight of the past few weeks, the pregnancy. Growing a life inside me had already begun to shift the way my body moved, how I slept, how I breathed.But then came the ache — deep in my lower back, dull but persistent. A subtle nausea that clung to the back of my throat even when I hadn’t eaten. And the dizziness, so sudden it made the world tilt when I stood too fast.I didn’t panic. Not yet.I’d gone through worse. Survived worse.But something about it… something felt off.I held a hand against my stomach, whispering to the life growing inside me.Stay with me. Please.RICO’S POVThe courtyard was blooming again — early for the season. Strange, considering how harsh the last frost had been.I sat near the edge of the old fountain, watching the petals drift along the water’s surface. My thoughts kept drifting too.To Xenia. To the bond. To the child.We hadn’t talked a

FREYA’S LAST MOVEXENIA’S POVThe sound of my child’s heartbeat had become the only rhythm I trusted.The healer let me listen to it that morning — a soft, rapid pulse echoing through the little shell of life growing inside me. It was faster than mine, stronger than I expected. And for the first time since the poisoning, I believed we might survive this.But outside that small, sacred space, the palace was beginning to fracture.Whispers were rising in the halls again — about Freya. About betrayal. About how close we’d come to losing everything all over again.The council wanted blood.And this time, they weren’t asking for mine.RICO’S POVThe chamber was colder than usual.Stone walls. High windows. No fire lit.Just the council seated around the table like statues waiting to cast judgment.“She plotted to kill the Luna,” said Elder Cerra, voice tight. “While imprisoned. That alone merits execution.”Others murmured in agreement.Elvis looked at me across the room, unreadable. He wa

TIES THAT BURNXENIA’S POVThe scent of smoke reached me before the knock on the door.It was faint, but real — sharp and bitter, not like fireplace ash. I was still half-asleep when I sat up, instinct flaring, one hand flying to my stomach before I even registered the movement.The knock came again. Faster.“Luna,” a guard called from the other side. “You’re needed.”I threw on the nearest cloak and opened the door, heart already starting to race. “What’s happened?”“East border. The patrol station was set on fire just before dawn.”I stared at him. “Casualties?”“Two dead. One missing.”Behind me, I felt the air shift. Rico had woken up — he’d been sleeping in the armchair again, something that had somehow become routine.His voice came low and tight. “Show us.”RICO’S POVBy the time we reached the east wing watchpost, the flames were out, but the damage was obvious. Stone blackened. The scent of burning cloth and blood hung thick in the air.I crouched near one of the bodies — a y

BAIT THE WOLFXENIA’S POV“I want to hold a feast.”Rico blinked like he hadn’t heard me right. “What?”“A feast,” I said again, setting the letter down. “Public. Formal. Lavish. With all the council present, especially Malrec.”He folded his arms. “You think that’s how we trap him? Feed him roasted duck and call it a day?”I gave him a look.He sighed and leaned against the edge of my desk. “Alright. Walk me through it.”“It won’t be about the food,” I said. “It’ll be about what’s said — and what isn’t. I’ll announce a new treaty with the southern packs. Just an early-stage negotiation, nothing official yet. But if Malrec really is trying to destabilize the crown…”“He’ll panic,” Rico finished. “Or tip his hand.”“Exactly.”He was quiet for a second, then nodded. “I’ll make sure security is tight.”“And the staff?” I asked.“I’ll handpick the kitchen and servers myself.”I watched him for a moment. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t second-guess me. He just listened and planned like this