Semua Bab STOLEN BY THE MATE I DIDN'T WANT: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Peace had finally returned to Drukbane. The fortress no longer carried the constant tension that had filled its walls during the months of betrayal and bloodshed. The kingdom began to breathe again. The warriors who had once stood watch with unease now moved with confidence through the courtyards, their armor shining under the faint light of dawn.Inside the palace, Liora’s days followed a gentle rhythm. Her pregnancy was progressing steadily, though not without its strange moments. At times, her body would pulse with sudden bursts of energy that made her gasp for breath. Her wolf stirred restlessly within her, reacting to something unknown. The healers called it “a powerful bond forming between mother and child.” But even they couldn’t fully explain the energy that sometimes flickered in her eyes when she touched her growing belly.Draven noticed every change. He had become even more protective than before—some would say overprotective. He changed the guard schedule so that two warri

Morning light filtered through the tall windows of Drukbane’s palace. The scent of cooked meat, fruit, and spices drifted down the corridor. Servants moved quickly, some carrying trays, others whispering about the Luna’s latest request.Liora sat upright in her chamber, wrapped in a soft robe. Her cheeks were flushed, and her stomach rumbled. “I need the red ones,” she said to the servant girl standing near the table. “Not the yellow ones. The red ones taste better.”“The red ones?” the girl asked, confused. “Do you mean the moonberries, Luna?”Liora nodded firmly. “Yes. But only the ones that grow near the cold stream.”The girl bowed. “At once, Luna.”Draven entered just as the servant hurried away. His shirt was half-buttoned, his hair damp with sweat from training. “Another craving?” he asked, raising a brow.Liora turned toward him, serious. “It’s not a craving. The child wants it.”Draven sighed and crossed the room. “Last night it was roasted boar. The night before that, it was

Selene stood in the council chamber with a faint smile as the advisors gathered. Draven had called a brief meeting, but he was late, occupied with border reports. That left Selene enough time to speak freely.“The Luna grows stronger,” she said casually, folding her hands. “But has anyone thought about what her child truly carries?”Elder Miran frowned. “What do you mean?”“She means the child is a disaster and we are all doomed if it continues," someone from the meeting yelled..The crowd went into muttering, each with opinions, but quietly. Selene, seeing the crowd with a different approach to it, continued.“Nothing,” Selene replied. “Only that the Moon Goddess marked her. We’ve all seen it. Such marks do not come without reason. Some say it is a blessing. Others might call it a test. And seeing the history of your Luna, it is difficult to say that the child would bring peace.”Her words settled heavily in the air. The other council members exchanged glances.“Tests can destroy,” o

Selene sat in her chamber, staring at the parchment before her. The words were short, written in sharp ink. The letter was for Corvin’s old followers—those who had fled into exile after his defeat. She offered them a deal: safe passage through Drukbane’s borders in exchange for loyalty to her and a promise not to harm Draven. Her hand shook slightly as she sealed the letter.She told herself she wasn’t betraying the kingdom. She was saving Draven. If Liora were gone, the curse would fade, and he would be free. She had convinced herself that everything she did was for him.She summoned one of her attendants, a quiet servant named Marek. “Take this to the old camps beyond the border,” she said. “You’ll find them by the black stones. Hand it to their leader and say it’s from the Moon’s hand.”Marek nodded and left quickly. Selene closed her eyes, her pulse racing.Hours later, Aric spotted Marek at the southern gate. He didn’t recognize the boy at first, but the sight of the sealed lette

The cries came without warning.Liora doubled over, clutching her stomach as pain tore through her body. The healers, already close by, rushed into the room. One of them shouted for warm water, another for linen.Draven was the first to reach her. He caught her before she fell. “Liora,” he said quickly, holding her close. “What’s happening?”Her breath came in gasps. “The baby—too soon—”The oldest healer, a calm woman named Maelin, examined her and looked grim. “The child is forcing its way out before the moon’s blessing. It’s not time yet.”Draven’s tone sharpened. “Then stop it.”Maelin shook her head. “You can’t stop a birth, Alpha. You can only guide it.”Draven turned toward the guards outside. “Get every healer you can find. And send for Aric.”He lifted Liora carefully into his arms. She gripped his shirt, breathing hard. “Don’t let me—”“You’re not going anywhere,” he said firmly, already striding through the hall.“Where are you taking her?” Aric’s voice came from the doorwa