As the musings of his thoughts spiralled, a knock at the door disrupted the tranquillity of his solitude. “Who is this now?” The rapping sound echoed in the small space, reverberating like a foreign intrusion against the backdrop of his introspection. Eskaal's gaze flicked towards the door, his thoughts reluctantly torn away from the influx of confused ideas that had occupied his mind.
Reluctantly, he stood up, his chair scraping softly against the wooden floor as he made his way to the door. “What the heck! Stop knocking repeatedly.” A sense of curiosity mingled with his contemplation as he unlocked the latch and swung the door open, revealing a figure bathed in the dim hallway light.
It was Clara, her presence like a sudden burst of black colour in his already troubled world. Her eyes met his,
The flickering candlelight cast gentle shadows on the walls as Eskaal and Clara lingered at the table, the seemingly intimate conversation was nor forming a bond between them which felt simultaneously fragile and easily exploitable. A sense of renewal hung in the air as Eskaal and Clara lingered at the table, their conversation a bridge between past regrets and the promise of a new connection.Clara's smile remained, a reflection of the warmth in her eyes as she held Eskaal's gaze. "Eskaal, I want us to be friends again at least. I miss our connection, our discussions about life and the world around us."Eskaal felt a soft ache in his chest, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over him. "I want that too, Clara. More than you can imagine.” Eskaal
Eskaal sat on the weathered wooden bench inside the kitchen, his keen eyes fixed on Clara as she approached him with an air of innocence that didn't fool him for a moment. Eskaal observed Clara's approach from across the lounge, his keen wolf senses attuned to every nuance of her movement. Her steps were deliberate, her smile precise to seduce Eskaal, and her voice dripped with an uncharacteristic and unnatural sweetness. He leaned against the stone pillar, his expression unreadable, though his mind was far from oblivious.The gentle breeze ruffled his dark hair, but his attention remained unwavering, locked onto her every movement. He knew precisely why Clara had sought him out in this secluded corner of the castle grounds. The tension that had lingered between them for weeks had finally reached its breaking point.
Alpha Eskaal sat on the sofa in his cozy living room with Clara, a steaming cup of tea cradled in his hands. He took a sip, relishing the soothing warmth that spread through him. It had been a long and tiring day, and he intentionally created the chance for Clara to play by her plans. The fragrant aroma of the tea filled the air.As he set the cup down on the side table, a strange sensation washed over him. The room seemed to waver, the edges of his vision blurring slightly. Eskaal blinked, his brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to shake off the sudden dizziness, attributing it to fatigue.But the dizziness persisted, and his eyelids grew heavy. Before he knew it, his head drooped, and he slumped against the sofa cushions. The cup of tea slipped from his fingers, its contents untouched, as his senses faded and darkness closed in
[Meagia’s pov]I was completely lost, unsure of what steps to take as my pregnancy entered its midway point. It felt as if I was standing at a crossroads, with nothing but uncertainty stretching ahead. Clutching my belly, a mix of despair, worry and anxiety washed over me. I was carrying Eskaal’s unborn child, a life that was both a source of wonder, power and worry.Finding myself in Kaldir's home, I sought solace within its walls. Every corner held memories of moments shared with him, and now, those memories were intermingled with the hopes and dreams I held for my growing child. It was a peculiar feeling, being here, in this place that had become a sanctuary of sorts.With every passing day, I whispered silent prayers, sending my thoughts out into the universe
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[Meagia’s pov] I felt a mix of anxiety and confusion as I contemplated my situation. Alpha Eskaal, the father of my unborn child, was likely to be searching for me at this very moment. The news of my pregnancy must have reached him, but what made me even more anxious and worried was his prolonged absence. Was he struggling to locate me? Or was it possible that lycan king Kaldir had blocked his access to me? The thought gnawed at me, planting seeds of doubt and uncertainty. The longer he took, the more questions were clouding my mind, casting a loom of unease over my already precarious circumstances. I paced back and forth in the confined space when lycan king Kaldir, ever the overprotective lycan mate of mine, had gone to great lengths to shield me from the outside world. His protective measures had included blocking all forms of communication that could lead Eskaal to me. I understood his vision of doing so but with each passing day, my restlessness grew. I sank onto the comfy so
Alpha Eskaal's Lavish Residence, a grand, ornate lounge bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. Plush furniture and intricate decorated rooms, everything was screaming wealth. The beta Liam stood at the threshold, his determination etched across his face. At the far end of the lounge, Alpha Eskaal was sitting in an opulent chair, studying some ancient rune. The air was charged with tension. Beta Liam strides into the lavish lounge, his footsteps echoing in the hushed space. He came inside and halted a few paces away from Alpha Eskaal, who looked up from his time with a serene yet perceptive gaze.Liams’ voice was steady. “Alpha Eskaal.” Alpha Eskaal raised his head, his piercing eyes locking onto Liam. He held his breath and tried to smile knowing what was about to happen, allowing the light to reveal his face partially. A mixture of weariness and worry marked his features.Alpha Eskaal gravely called out to the beta Liam. “I have been expecting you.” Liam walked forward, his boots e