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ELARA'S POV Success with my first mediation opened unexpected doors. Within two weeks, I received three more requests for dispute resolution, all from territories eager to work with the Alliance Mediator who'd resolved a three-year conflict in hours. "You're becoming popular," Sena observed while helping me prepare for the second mediation. "People are calling you the 'Fair Luna.' Quite the reputation." "It's just two successful mediations. Hardly a pattern yet." "Two is enough to establish credibility. Three will cement it." She adjusted my gown's neckline. "Though you might want to pace yourself. You're still pregnant, regardless of how energized you feel." She was right. The pregnancy was progressing normally according to healers, but I'd been pushing myself hard, training with Vera most mornings, mediations several times weekly, council meetings, and cont

ELARA'S POV Returning to work after three days of rest revealed just how exhausted I'd truly been. Tasks that had felt overwhelming before now seemed manageable. My concentration sharpened, decisions came more easily, and the constant headache that had plagued me for weeks disappeared entirely. "You look better," Vera observed during our first training session back. "More centered." "I feel better. Clearer." I successfully maintained defensive shielding while simultaneously sensing pack bonds, something that had been nearly impossible in my depleted state. "The rest actually helped." "Rest always helps. Your body was trying to grow a baby and manage intensive Eclipse Omega development simultaneously. Something had to give." She adjusted the training exercise. "Now, let's work on signature suppression. This is crucial for protecting your child once they're born." 

ELARA'S POV The specialized healers arrived on a gray morning that matched my mood perfectly. Three of them, an elderly woman from the Northern Territories who specialized in bloodline conditions, a male healer from the Eastern Clans known for his work with rare afflictions, and a younger female healer who'd studied Eclipse Omega physiology specifically. "Thank you for coming on such short notice," I said as they settled into the examination room. "Any opportunity to study Eclipse Omega pregnancy is valuable," the younger healer, Maren, said with barely concealed excitement. "There are so few documented cases." The elderly woman, Helda, shot her a disapproving look. "We're here to ensure mother and child's health, not satisfy academic curiosity." "Of course. But the knowledge gained helps future Eclipse Omega mothers." Maren didn't look chastened.&nbs

ELARA'S POV Kaelen's words echoed through the council chamber like a death sentence. "Her power is far more dangerous than she admits." I sat frozen, trying to process what was happening. Kaelen was supposed to be gone from our lives. Vera was supposed to be our ally. This was supposed to be a political challenge I could overcome with logic and evidence. Instead, it was an ambush. Through the bond, I felt Draven's rage and protective fury building. His hand found mine beneath the table, squeezing with controlled strength. *Stay calm,* he sent. *Don't let them see you break.* Kaelen continued, his voice carrying easily through the chamber. "During our brief time as mates, I witnessed Elara use Eclipse Omega influence without conscious awareness. Simple requests became compulsions. Casual conversations left me agreeing to things I hadn't in

DRAVEN'S POV The choice was impossible, and Commander Thane knew it. Fight and watch Elara bleed out from Eclipse Omega overexertion. Surrender and trust my father's mercy, which had never existed. I knelt beside Elara's unconscious form, checking her pulse. Steady but weak. Blood still trickled from her nose, and through our bond I felt her consciousness flickering like a candle in wind. "Your answer, Prince Draven?" Thane's voice carried false patience. "My men grow restless." The warriors had recovered from Elara's influence and now surrounded us in a tight circle. Fifteen against one, with an unconscious pregnant mate to protect. Mathematics didn't favor combat. But surrender meant death. My father had made that clear through Kaelen's warning. "I need to stop her bleeding first," I said, buying time while my mind