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Her heart was shaking. She paused mid step, turning to look at Ryan, her expression was conflicted, a mixture of care and resolve. “I can’t…” she said quietly, her voice steady but heavy.Ryan’s shoulders slumped, despair flickering across his face. He turned to Laura, desperation in his eyes. “Please… she’s your friend… help me.” He pleaded.Laura sighed, her eyes softening but firm. “Shiela is a grown woman. She is capable of making her own decisions. Whatever she decides, I will stand by her as her friend… support her to the very end.”Ryan’s gaze returned to Shiela, pleadings almost breaking. “I’ve just lost my parents today… my brother… I’m alone… please. Please stay with me… don’t leave me.”Shiela’s eyes softened, though her resolve didn’t waver. “I understand how it feels to be alone.” She said gently. “ But I need time… I can’t just… jump at this. After everything that’s happened. I need some time to get my life back together, to get my shit in order.”Ryan nodded slowly, the

The sleek black sports car spurred to life, it’s engine a smooth, low hum that matched Damian’s steady heartbeat. He slid into the front seat, the leather warm under his palms, and adjusted the mirrors with precise movements.Beside him, Laura settled in, her fingers lightly brushing the edge of the dashboard as she glanced at the road ahead. In the back, Hope sat legs crossed, a tablet balanced carefully in her lap, her small face illuminated by the soft glow of the screen.The convoy behind them moved in orderly formation. Beta Ronan and his mate, Lira, following in their own vehicle. The Blackmoon territory faded slowly behind them as the roads curved through the moonlit mountains, the night air crisp and fragrant with pine earth.“Smooth ride,” Laura commented, her tone casual, but the corners of her lips lifted in a subtle smile as she glanced at Damian.“Nothing less,” Damian replied, eyes focused on the road, though his the corner of his mouth at amusement. “We have the best of

The night air in the palace corridors still shimmered with the remnants of celebration, soft music drifting from distant halls, the faint sparkle of confetti sticking to our clothes like tiny stars.Hope clung to my hand, her little fingers warm on mine, while Damian walked on my other side, his arm occasionally brushing mine as if he couldn’t help needing the contact.We were almost at the residential wing when I noticed two familiar figures ahead.Shiela and Ryan.They didn’t see us at first. They were walking close, too close, hands intertwined, shoulders brushing. Ryan leaned down every few steps to press a kiss to her head or the back of her hand, and Shiela… she was smiling. A real, gentle smile, one that brightened up her features.Hope tugged my hand, whispering through the mind link. “They look cute.”I smiled.When they finally noticed us, both of them froze, eyes widening before they bowed deeply, almost in perfect sync.“My Alpha King.” Ryan said Respectfully.“My Luna Que

The moment Laura vanished, the world seem to stop. No sound. No breath. No heartbeat.Only Damian stood, frozen, the crowd still gleaming cruelly atop his head, his silver eyes wide with fury too ancient to name.Then—he moved.He stormed back into the place with a force that shook the stone beneath his boots, guards scrambling to press their backs against the walls. Hope clung to his arm, tears treading silently down her small face, her fingers digging desperately into his sleeve.“Daddy—Daddy please…” she pleaded with him through the mindlink, but Damian didn’t hear her. He didn’t hear anything. His mind was a storm of Laura’s scream, the crack of Magic, the sight of her being ripped from his arms. Mira rushed forward, grabbing Hope before the little girl could be dragged by Damian’s long strides. Hope fought against her hold, sobbing soundlessly, reaching out for him until Mira’s hands tightened.“It’s okay, sweetheart… it’s okay… I’ve got you.” Mira whispered, but Hope only shook

I stepped out of the chamber, flanked by Gina and Lina, they were my new handmaids, whose company I love so much.My silver hair, straightened and shimmering like starlight, caught the glow of the chandeliers in the hallway. The hem of my royal blue gown fluttered around my ankles, the fabric heavy and rich, the color deep as twilight.The gown pulled gently over my belly, rounded, full, growing noticeably since that dark day. I placed a hand on it, feeling the soft swell beneath the silk.Gina and Lina wore dresses woven in green floral patterns; their skirts rustled quietly as we walked. The soft clicks of my flats, chosen carefully at Damian’s insistence, to ease the swelling in my feet, echoed on the floor as we passed guards and servants, every eye lingering a moment longer on my belly than usual. I lifted my chin, high and proud.Ahead lay the great hall. The coronation chamber. The doors swung open and light spilled inside. There, at the altar stood my Alpha King, Damian. Stron