A Court Of Silver Flames Pregnancy Chapter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Curled up on the floor, bleeding and crying, I whispered, “I’m sorry… I’m a stray dog. I don’t deserve Alpha… I won’t love him again…” When my period stopped, I feared I was pregnant with Alpha’s pup and begged for medical attention. Instead, they laughed harder. “Where’s the pup, huh? Show us what’s so special about Alpha’s kid,” a guard mocked, jabbing my stomach with his baton. They pushed me until I blacked out. I woke on a cold operating table to the sound of a doctor’s derisive chuckle. “Pregnant and sentenced to Silver Prison? Were you screwing around outside? Irresponsible floozy.

"You knew?" My voice shakes as I stare at my mother. "You knew what I was and didn't tell me?" The council chamber feels suffocating despite its size. Every important wolf in the Royal Pack is here, all staring at me like I'm a ticking bomb. "I suspected," Mom says quietly. "But I hoped I was wrong. The Silver Moon Wolf is just a legend-" "Apparently not," the eldest council member interrupts. He's pulled out an ancient book, its pages yellow with age. "It's all here. 'When the moon bleeds silver and the marked one bears lightning scars, the weapon of ending shall rise.'"

I now know it was most likely due to my father losing my mother; it weakened him over the years. Soon after my eighth birthday I was told he died; a rouge pack had attacked him. That was the day I gave up hope that someone would come whisk me away. James and Cathy weren’t abusive per say but when I was a little older than three their daughter was born and their behavior towards me changed, it was clear they loved her more and I was jealous of that for a while by the time their son was born when I was five, I had grown used to the difference. Yet the words “your father is dead” rocked me to my core, my family was dead, for all I knew I was the last of the Silverflame bloodline; even if I wasn

“Look. Three, flameheart. Three. Open your eyes. Please.” Lana worked quickly, pressing herbs to Trixie’s lips, binding her stomach, whispering prayers. Her hands did not stop. But Trixie’s hand slipped from Ryker’s grip. It fell limp against the bed. Her skin was pale. Her breathing was faint. “Flameheart,” Ryker whispered, his voice breaking. “Stay with me.” The three pups cried together. Their voices filled the chamber, sharp and pure.But Trixie did not answer. The night ended not in silence, but in fear — joy for the three heirs, dread for the mother who had brought them.And then the candle went out.

"And I think the fact that Thorne died and was resurrected may have triggered something. Like the baby's survival instincts are driving rapid development to ensure she makes it to term." I sat back, trying to process this information. Three months until I'd be holding my daughter. Three months to prepare for motherhood. Three months to rebuild a territory and establish peace and figure out how to actually be a parent. "Can you handle an accelerated pregnancy?" Thorne asked, concerned. "Is your body capable of—" "I'm Silverthorne royalty," I reminded him. "Apparently that means I'm capable of a lot more than regular wolves. And Raven said the baby is healthy. So yeah, I can handle it."

Then the memory twisted violently. The night everything shattered. Kael dragging me into the grand hall after the family dinner. The cold calculation in his eyes as he revealed the new Silverfang alliance. “You were never going to be enough, Elara.” My desperate pleas as I clutched my swollen belly. My father’s back turned. My mother’s indifferent sigh. The first silver dagger sliding between my ribs. The second into my womb. Kael’s cruel laugh as he watched the life drain from both me and our child. The final words: “Weak blood ends here.”

That night, we went to bed with a lot of plans for the next day. I wanted to stay awake because it devastated me. After Aramis told me that the only way Layla could get pregnant was if she had used that potion, I just couldn’t calm down. She was the reason I missed everything and would have never survived if Aramis hadn’t come to rescue me. “I called Silver; she is coming over,” Aramis announced, slipping into a grey jacket and getting ready for breakfast.

TYLA OF THE BROKEN BLOODLINE. Something inside me recoiled. “No,” I whispered. My lips barely moved. “You don’t get to name me.” The silver paused—just a flicker of hesitation. Images surged without warning. A woman stood beneath silver trees, her gown woven of moonlight, her skin glowing faintly as if lit from within. She pressed one trembling hand to her stomach. Pregnant. Terrified. Her eyes— They were mine. Or I was hers. The sky split above her. Silver lightning cracked the heavens. Something roared beneath the earth, deep and furious. The woman’s face twisted in grief.

“I went to see my mom after I heard about what happened at the office. She was awful as usual, and I just couldn't bear to come home and see you disappointed, so I lodged in a hotel.” Silver shook her head. She didn't remember Maya being this reckless. And since when did she drink so heavily? “You reek of alcohol. Get up, shower, and stop sleeping in my bed. You have your own room.” "Nope. Your bed is more comfy. Do you know how much I've missed you? Come here.” Maya reached out and dragged Silver into a hug before she could react, and she went down giggling. "You're crazy,” Silver muttered into Maya's chest. "No, I'm pregnant.”

Around us, the walls of the cabin began to weep black ink, the liquid pooling on the floor and rising like snakes. Dante stepped in front of me, his shadows erupting from his back like massive, jagged wings. "Get behind me, Elara. It seems your family has some things to say about our marriage." I didn't get behind him. I pulled my silver dagger and stepped to his side, my hand finding his. "Then let’s give them an answer." The ink-snakes lunged, and the cabin exploded into a battle of light and shadow.