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Chapter 11: The Aftermath

We didn't stay for the cake cutting. Honestly, watching Liam and Chloe feed each other frosting would have made me vomit all over my expensive dress.Killian swept me out of the Grand Hall as effortlessly as he had brought me in. The valet brought his car around—a sleek, matte black beast that roared like a predator in the quiet night.As soon as the car door closed, shutting out the noise and the prying eyes, I slumped back against the leather seat."Tired?" Killian asked, glancing at me as he steered the car onto the main road leading back to the Forbidden Wing."Exhausted," I admitted, closing my eyes. "My adrenaline crashed. Now I just feel... drained.""It is to be expected," Killian said, his voice low and rumbling. "You used a lot of energy tonight. And the pup takes its share."I rested my hand on my stomach. It was still flat, but I could feel the strange, humming warmth inside. It was hungrier now.Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit me. The car turned a corner, and my stomach

Chapter 12: Two Heartbeats

The next morning, I didn't wake up to sunlight. I woke up to the sound of low, hushed voices arguing in the living room."I don't care about your schedule, Vance. You come when I call."It was Killian. He sounded annoyed.I rubbed my eyes and sat up. The nausea was manageable today, thank Goddess. I threw on a silk robe Killian had left for me—black, obviously—and padded barefoot out of the bedroom.In the living room, Killian was looming over a man who looked nothing like a doctor. He wore a leather jacket, combat boots, and had a shaved head with a tattoo of a serpent on his neck."Is everything okay?" I asked, my voice raspy.Both men turned to look at me. Killian’s expression softened instantly. The stranger’s eyes widened, scanning me with curiosity."Elena," Killian said, walking over to wrap an arm around my waist, shielding me slightly from the other man. "This is Vance. He’s... an old friend. And the best doctor in the underground.""Doctor?" I raised an eyebrow. "He looks li

Chapter 13: The Spy

Being pregnant with twins apparently meant I was now a national treasure. Or a very fragile piece of glass."I have to go to the city," Killian announced two days later, fastening his cufflinks. He looked annoyed at the prospect of leaving. "The Council is demanding a meeting about the border territories. If I don't show, they'll come here.""Go," I said, adjusting his tie. It felt strangely domestic, a routine we had fallen into effortlessly. "We'll be fine. I have Netflix and a view."Killian caught my hand and kissed the palm. "I've increased the perimeter guards. And I hired some staff to help you. Cooking, cleaning... you shouldn't be lifting a finger.""Staff?" I hesitated. "Strangers?""Vetted strangers," Killian assured me. "They are from a neutral pack. They don't know who you are, just that they are paid well to be discreet."He kissed me hard, a lingering taste of coffee and possession, and then he was gone.An hour later, the staff arrived. Two older women for the kitchen,

Chapter 14: The Regret

Killian returned late that night. I was curled up on the sofa, half-asleep, waiting for him.When the door opened, bringing in a gust of cold night air, I sat up instantly."You waited up," Killian said, loosening his tie as he walked toward me. He looked tired, lines of tension bracketing his mouth, but his eyes softened the moment they landed on me."I couldn't sleep," I lied softly. In truth, the house felt too big and too quiet without him.He sat down beside me, pulling me into his side. I buried my face in his neck, inhaling the scent of cedar and rain, letting it settle my nerves. I decided not to tell him about Mara yet. I didn't want to ruin the moment."The Council is a pack of vultures," Killian muttered, resting his chin on my head. "But I brought you something. Not from the meeting. From the vault."He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet pouch.Inside was a necklace. A simple, delicate silver chain holding a pendant made of a deep, shifting blue stone. I

Chapter 15: The Result

The private courier envelope sat on my vanity table like a bomb waiting to detonate.My hands were shaking as I tore it open. It had cost me a fortune to bribe the lab technician to rush this DNA test, but it would be worth it.Mara, that stupid maid, had actually come through. She swore the tissue she retrieved was used by the man Elena was living with."Please let it be a rogue," I prayed, pulling out the papers. "Please let it be some random, dirty guard."If Elena was pregnant with a nobody's brat, I could laugh her out of the pack. I could convince the Council she was unfit, impure, a disgrace to her bloodline. Liam would be disgusted forever.I unfolded the document. My eyes scanned past the medical jargon, looking for the summary at the bottom.SUBJECT A (Mother): Elena Vance. SUBJECT B (Paternal Source): Unknown Male (DNA Match Found in Database).PROBABILITY OF PATERNITY: 99.9998%I smirked. She was pregnant. Step one complete.Then, my eyes drifted to the section titled "Pat

Chapter 16: The Training

Two days later, the boredom was starting to kill me faster than any assassin could."I feel useless," I complained, watching Killian go through a stack of documents at the breakfast table. "I just sit here, eat, sleep, and wait for the next disaster. I'm a sitting duck, Killian."Killian didn't look up, but his pen stopped moving. "You are carrying two royal heirs. Your job is to sit there and grow them.""I hate it," I said, standing up. "If Chloe or anyone else comes at me again... I don't want to just rely on luck or a locked door. I want to know how to fight back."Killian finally looked up. His blue eyes assessed me, sweeping over my frame. He seemed to be weighing the risk against my stubbornness.Finally, he stood up."Fine," he said, tossing the pen down. "Go put on some leggings. Meet me in the gym downstairs in ten minutes."The gym in the Forbidden Wing was just like the rest of the house—state-of-the-art and intimidating.Killian was already there, wrapping his hands in bl

Chapter 17: The Poisoned Gift

The training sessions helped, but the isolation was still getting to me. So when the intercom buzzed on a rainy Tuesday afternoon, announcing a delivery, I perked up like a puppy."Package for Miss Elena," the guard's voice crackled. "It passed the explosive and metal scans. It's just food."Killian was in his study on a conference call. I walked to the door as the guard handed over a small, pastel-colored bakery box tied with a white ribbon.There was a card attached. I recognized the handwriting instantly. It was messy, hurried script.My father's.My heart did a traitorous little flip. I opened the card.“Elena, I know things were said that shouldn't have been. I want to fix this. I remember these were your favorites. Let's talk? - Dad.”I opened the box. Inside sat four perfect lemon tarts, dusting with powdered sugar.Tears pricked my eyes. I hadn't had these since I was ten, back before my mother died, before the stepmother and Chloe moved in. My father used to bring them home o

Chapter 18: The Council

The Council Hall was an ancient circular chamber built of stone and judgment. Twelve seats sat around a massive obsidian table. At the head of the table sat the High Elder, and to his right, sat my father and Liam.They were discussing border patrols, looking bored and self-important.When the heavy iron doors groaned open, the conversation died instantly.Killian walked in first. He wasn't wearing a suit today. He was wearing full ceremonial Alpha regalia—a black military-style coat with silver embroidery that traced the history of the Royal line. He looked lethal. He looked like a King.And holding his arm was me.I wore white. A structured, elegant white dress that hugged my small baby bump just enough to be noticeable, paired with a gold blazer. I didn't look like a mistress. I looked like a matriarch."Killian," the High Elder sputtered, standing up. "You... you have no business here. You are an exile.""I was invited," Killian said smoothly, his voice echoing off the stone walls

Chapter 19: The Beggar

Killian stayed behind in the Council chamber to "finalize the details" (which probably meant threatening the Elders into submission). I stepped out into the cool, stone corridor to wait for him.My hand rested absently on my stomach. The twins were quiet now, settled by the submission of the pack. It was strange—they craved power, and today, they got a feast of it."Elena."The voice was ragged. Broken.I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. My heart didn't race. My palms didn't sweat. There was just a dull, annoying thrum of irritation.I turned slowly.Liam stood there. He looked terrible. His tie was crooked, his eyes red-rimmed, and the arrogant Alpha posture was gone, replaced by a slump of defeat."What do you want, Liam?" I asked, checking my nails."I... I didn't know," he stammered, taking a step closer. "I didn't know you were carrying Royal blood. If I had known...""If you had known, what?" I interrupted. "You wouldn't have rejected me? You would have kept me aro

Chapter 20: The Prophecy

The drive back to the Forbidden Wing was quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. The tension that had gripped my shoulders for weeks finally began to loosen.We had won. The Council had knelt. Liam had been crushed. And my father... well, he was irrelevant now.That night, Killian was gentler than usual. There was no desperate hunger, only a slow, worshipful reverence. He held me as if I were made of spun glass, his hands constantly resting on my stomach, communicating silently with the two lives growing inside."You did well today," he whispered into the dark as we lay tangled in the black silk sheets."I just sat there," I mumbled, sleep tugging at my eyelids."You sat there like a Queen," he corrected. "Go to sleep, Elena. You are safe."I closed my eyes and drifted off, feeling the warmth of his body against my back.But the peace didn't last.The dream started with blood.I was standing in a field of snow. White, endless snow. But it wasn't cold. The sky was a bleeding crimson r

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