All Chapters of Dear Alpha, I’m Far Gone: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Calista’s POV I was at a loss for words. Finally, after three years.After enduring countless nights beside a man who barely acknowledged my existence, now, against all odds, I was carrying his heir.My lips parted in awe as I looked down at my stomach, unable to believe a child was growing inside of me. I was going to be a mother. The mere thought made my heart swell with warmth, tears of joy gathering at the corners of my eyes. Slowly, I raised my hand, my fingers trembling as they rested on my stomach. The king and queen shared a knowing glance, and although I couldn’t tell what they were thinking, they seemed pleased at the news. Aldrid moved away from the window, standing beside his parents with a neutral expression. “What now?” He asked, looking between the physician and me. The young physician adjusted the glasses resting on the bridge of his nose before speaking. “The princess and the baby are both healthy. Her Highness is still in the early stages of pregnancy, so sh

Calista's POVThe silence after my words felt like drowning. Aldrid stared at me and the letter crumpled between his fingers. His knuckles went white."What did you just say?"My throat tightened but I forced the words out. "I want a divorce."He laughed. It was not a real laugh. It was the sound someone makes when they cannot believe what they are hearing. "You have lost your mind.""I cannot give you an heir. You know this. There is no point in continuing this marriage."His face changed. The shock melted into something darker and I took a step back without meaning to. He moved closer and I felt the weight of his Alpha presence pushing down on me. My knees wanted to buckle but I locked them in place."You belong to me." His voice dropped low. "You do not get to decide anything. I decide. The Council decides. Not you.""I am done." The words came out shaky but I kept going. "I am done with all of this.""Done?" He threw the letter on the floor. "You think you can just walk away? The

Calista's POVFive days passed and each one felt like drowning in slow motion. The palace had become my prison. I was not allowed beyond the gates and no one bothered to explain why. Aldrid avoided me like I carried some kind of disease. When we crossed paths in the hallways, he looked straight through me. I wondered if that hurt more than his anger.Seraphine was everywhere now. At breakfast, she would rest her hand on her belly and smile at Queen Helena. At dinner, she laughed too loudly at jokes that were not funny. She was performing for them and they loved every second of it. The perfect woman carrying the perfect heir. Everything I failed to be.I stopped going to meals. Tina brought food to my room but I barely touched it. The knot in my stomach would not let anything stay down.On the fifth evening, I could not take the walls anymore. I needed air. I slipped out into the gardens when the sun was setting. The sky looked bruised. Purple and blue with angry streaks of red cutting

Calista's POVI woke up choking on air that would not come. My nightgown stuck to my skin and sweat soaked through the sheets beneath me. The room spun and I gripped the edge of the mattress trying to ground myself. My head pounded like someone was driving nails into my skull from the inside.Images flashed behind my eyes even though they were open. A grand hall with marble columns reaching toward a vaulted ceiling. Hooded figures standing in a circle. Their faces were hidden in shadow. And a voice. A woman's voice chanting words I could not understand but that made my bones ache with recognition.I pressed my palms against my temples and squeezed my eyes shut. Make it stop. Please make it stop. But the images kept coming in fragmented pieces that did not fit together. A silver chalice. Red liquid that looked too thick to be wine. Hands reaching toward me. Then nothing.When I finally opened my eyes again, the room was still. Dawn light crept through the curtains and painted everythin

Zevran's POVI watched from the shadows as Calista climbed the stairs to her chambers. Her shoulders curved inward like she carried the weight of mountains on her back. Even from this distance I could see the exhaustion in every step she took. The way she paused halfway up to grip the railing. The tremor in her hands.My fists clenched so hard my nails bit into my palms. Five years. For five years I had watched Aldrid break her piece by piece and done nothing. Every bruise that bloomed on her skin felt like a failure carved into my own flesh. Every tear she cried in the dark was a reminder of the promise I could not keep.Not yet. The voice in my head was cold and rational. Revealing myself now would only make things worse for her. The Council would use me against her and Aldrid would punish her for my interference. I had to be patient. Had to wait for the right moment.But patience had never been my strength.I turned away from the window and melted back into the corridor. The palace