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Virelle’s POVI woke to the strong taste of iron on my tongue. My heartbeat thundered too loud in my ears, every vein pulsing with an unnatural surge of power. The room smelled of cotton, herbs, and Kairox’s scent still lingering on my skin, the sheets, and the fresh bite throbbing at the curve of my neck.I pushed myself to sit up slowly. Everything has changed.I could see things more sharply than before, and colors burned brighter. I could hear the heartbeat of a mouse skittering behind the cupboard thirty feet away. And beneath my ribs, something unfamiliar stirred—something that wasn’t entirely mine.I suddenly felt so hungry and thirsty at the same time. My feet tapped on the ground restlessly as I thought of what to do. Soon, a maid walked in with a tray of hot soup and sour bread in her hand. My belly crawled like it was excited for food.“Good morning Luna,” she greeted but my nose flared harder, but when I moved close to the food, it smelled rotten. I pushed it away, star

Virelle’s POVAlicia paraded through the pack with her growing belly, crown always gleaming. I avoided Kai each time he passed by, my eyes never meeting his. He matched the energy, making it easier for me to hide my secret from everyone including Ric.But every night I pressed my palm to my stomach and whispered to the tiny heartbeat only my sharpened senses could hear.“You’re safe,” I promised. “I’ll keep you safe.”Kaelric changed slowly at first—he stopped caring like he used to, stopped asking how I was feeling, and stopped touching me completely. Everything was now much easier.He snaps at warriors during training, shattering a chair against the wall when a patrol report came late. His eyes followed me everywhere—hungry, starving, and protective.I kept my distance. Every time he reached for me, my skin remembered Kairox’s hands instead. The baby growing inside me made everything worse, I no longer feel any connection with Ric even when his bond still pulls him to me. I couldn’t

Kairox’s POVThe screams reached me before her scent did, my body was filled with tension and sharp stabbing pain, and I could barely handle it.I rushed out of my room, running, boots slamming the ground like I was floating on it, warriors peeled off behind me. I traced the smell till I got to the corridor and paused in shock. My shoulders slacked as I watched Virelle slouch on the ground, covered in blood, face buried on the wall, sobbing. My head spun as I thought of what could happen. I turned around and rushed to the door of the Luna suite.And stopped dead at the entrance.“Alicia,” I called faintly before running to her side. She didn’t respond or turn. She was lying bare on the ground, too weak and pale, eyes stuttering, lips parted like she was struggling to gasp—half dead. Half alive.“Alicia,” I called again, pulling her to my lap, I held her head up in my arms as tears rolled down my face, and pain surged through my veins like molten lava. “Kai,” she managed to speak, p

Kairox’s POVI could smell her from her trails, a faint fear that belonged only to her lingered in the air, leading me straight to where the fool could have kept her. I kept trailing her I followed her the minute she vanished, Gabriel’s warriors offering to ride with me. I refused. This was mine to finish.Every inn, every black-market whisper—I tore through them like a storm. I did all I could, bribed. Threatened. Broke jaws when necessary. The scent grew stronger near the southern marshes, the stink of Rodrick’s compound started to fill my nose, drawing me nearer to the love of my life.I climbed the outer wall, dropped into the yard quietly, snapped two guards’ necks before they could scream. Moved like a shadow through the dark hush corridors.Her scent pulled me deeper.Into the cellars until I reached the door of the dungeon.Virelle’s POVRodrick visited twice a day.Once to gloat.Once to touch.He traced fingers along my jaw, my collarbone, my swollen belly. Spoke of prices.

Virelle’s POVFive years had passed like a quiet river—steady, healing, full of light.Jasmine, our four-year-old daughter, was the heartbeat of Red Moon Pack. With her father’s golden eyes and my white curls, she picked up the habit of running through the training yards on her chubby legs, always holding a wooden sword in her hand, pretending to be a warrior just when I was about to caution her.“Grrraaaaa!!! I’m gonna chop off your ugly head with my sword rogues,” she screamed, pointing at the trees and earning a stare from the maid before bursting into laughter. I shook my head, watching her rush to my husband after getting a glance of him. “Papa, teach me to be strong like you!” Kairox chuckled and scooped her up, laughing. They’ve just found a way of living without me, spending hours showing each other how to balance, how to strike, and how to show mercy to a fallen opponent that deserves it.I watched them from the porch most evenings, heart full. As Luna, it wasn’t so lonely a