Fiona’s POV“Try shifting. Maybe you will feel better.” Rin suggested as I let out another painful wince. I shook my head holding onto my waist like if I let go my entire body might collapse. “I can’t. It's too much pain.” I mumbled. I can’t tell why I feel wrecked and it might probably be because I am near my due date. Even though the doctor already assured me that I was fine and everything was alright. I can seem to wade off the odd feeling that I am having. To be sure I am in a better state, Isla has sent for the doctor again. He must be quite tired of my excesses now. I managed to sit up at the same time someone knocked on the door. I sniffed calling for whoever it was to come in. The door opened letting in Isla and the doctor. He didn’t look pleased with the invite at all. “Doctor,” I called out with a stiff smile. “Why have I been summoned again, Miss Fiona? From what I hear you are not having any labor pains. So why do I keep coming here to check you for nothing.” I excha
Ronan’s POV“Can’t any of you answer me?” Freya asked again and she had irritation clear in her voice. I knew we might bump into her since we were still in the day. But I couldn’t care less about what anyone might think. Fiona is carrying my child and I am going to do all that it takes to help her have a safe delivery. Irrespective of what anyone, not even my queen, might think.“Can you not raise your voice like we are fighting?” I rebuked. Freya sucked her teeth, the maids behind her even though they had their heads bound were mumbling to themselves. I wonder why she finds it hard to walk alone. “Why is Fiona locked in your arms early in the day?” “I….” Fiona wanted to respond but I stopped her. Keeping my face calm, I held Freya’s gaze. “The doctor advised Fiona to exercise as frequently as possible. Her body isn’t in the best of state now and I am helping.” Freya looked shocked beyond words. Swallowing, she took a closer step towards me. “Even at that, you are the king. You s
Fiona’s POVA giggle escaped my lips as Ronan arms wrapped around me protectively. I was surprised when he returned to the room after dinner saying he would spend the night with me. He has been doing so for the past two weeks. My selfish self didn’t bother to ask if Freya was okay with it. All that mattered was spending these precious times with Ronan. I am learning that happiness is not something that you wait for to happen. Sometimes you will have to make a move for it on your own. Fate won’t necessarily form the paths. And I am sincerely sorry to Freya. But this was meant to be. I placed a soft kiss on his strong arm. Hoping they will forever remain around me. Protecting me from the night and any kind of harm. I shifted in his hold, feeling pressure in my bladder. Pregnancy makes me want to pee every time and I wish it would hold back this time around. All I want to do is be in Ronan’s arms and not have to leave. But the pressure intensified and I had no other choice but to get u
Ronan’s POV “You are leaving?” I asked the doctor. He blinked his tired eyes at me. “Yes, Your Majesty. My presence won’t be of any use right now.” I kissed my teeth, glaring at him. “How can it not? You saw how much pain she was in yesterday. Does that not bother you? Your patient is fighting for her life and you want to leave her? What am I supposed to do when she wakes up and the pain grips her again? As your king, I am ordering you to stay back!” I growled. He bowed his head with so much humility I felt guilty immediately. “Please, your majesty. The herb that I prepared for her will ease whatever pain until the actual due date. I have to go and make preparations for her. I am just a few blocks away from your majesty.” The last sentence made me curse under my breath. I had totally forgotten that he is the assigned royal physician and has a workroom right here. My anxiousness has gotten the best of me. Shame wouldn’t let me face him. I rubbed at my face, not taking my hand off
Ronan’s POV “She is going to be fine. There is no need to get yourself so worked up.” Timon comforted me repeatedly. I inhaled deeply, feeling my insides shake intensely. Dion kept reassuring me. Fiona is in actual labor this time around. And I really want to be next to her. But I arrived a bit late due to the council meeting that I was in. I have spent the past few days with her, ensuring that she is not in any kind of discomfort. “I should be in there with her,” I said pacing the hallway back and forth. “Just calm down.” Said Dion. After what felt like hours, the door finally opened and the doctor beamed brightly. I don’t think I have ever seen him smile before. “Congratulations, your majesty. It's a baby boy.” He announced. My racing heart relaxed all at once and I felt like the happiest person to ever exist. “How is Fiona?” “She is fine and just needs rest. But you can come in to see her before she gets back to sleep.” I didn’t need to be told that as I hurried into the r
Author’s POV Isla’s heart thumped against her chest so hard it seemed to be taking her breath away. For every shaky breath she took her eyes lingered on the door. The fear of Freya jumping out of the dark and reaching for her makes her fear for her life. She just couldn’t do it. Killing someone who has done nothing to anyone but just exists feels outrageous. All through the night Fiona was in labor, her painful yells kept ringing in Isla’s ears. She is a mother herself, why would she be the one to deprive another mother and child of being together? Freya had been her lifesaver some years back, but that doesn’t count as being a murderer on her behalf. Isla had to rethink her actions, especially with how much the Alpha King had done to give her son back to her. She is no doubt in danger now for not carrying out the plan. Isla felt glad that she didn’t poison Fiona the first time she had been ordered to. Getting to know Fiona and how sweet she is coupled with the pain she had to endur
Ronan’s POV Tears laced my eyes as I raced through the forest leading back to the palace. It is still so surreal that anyone will be so hellbent on taking everything away from me. As it stands I don’t mind giving up my throne for whoever this ghost is that keeps snatching my people away from me. My body aches from running a far distance. Dion kept going knowing It was best to keep moving. Returning to the palace without anyone suspecting my movement overnight is the best thing to do. I feel more relaxed knowing Fiona is safe. I have decided on a name for our son and Fiona looked happy with it. Louis, the same name as my father. My son warms my heart every time I look at him. I really wish I didn’t have to leave him and his mother all by themselves. I still had an hour before the day breaks by the time I returned to the palace. I laid my tired self next to Freya letting sleep evade me. “Ronan? Ronan?” I heard a voice call my name from a distance. My lashes fluttered as I tried to
Author’s POV Freya felt restless as she paced Callum’s study back and forth. She wasn’t prepared for the way things turned out with Fiona. She let out a string of curses under her breath. The mistake she made was trusting Isla to do the job right. Her heart raced hard at the thought of Ronan already knowing who the culprit was. He hardly hides anything from her. As they spoke this morning, she couldn’t even read his eyes. Callum opened the door to the study holding her gaze. “You need to hide quickly behind my chair and do your best to be quiet. Ronan is here.” He announced. “Why didn’t you talk faster?” She queried scampering off to the chair. He sat down quickly just in time for Ronan's entry. Freya had to stay very low to keep her husband from sniffing her out. Ronan walked in mumbling a greeting to his uncle. “Ronan.” Callum let out in a strangled voice. “I wasn’t expecting you. Shouldn’t you be with your childbearer now? I am sorry that you have constantly been at the receiv
Ronan’s POVLouis let out his loud childish laugh as I tickled his side. It feels so good to finally get the chance to play with my child. We have gotten closer as it should be. He has stuffed himself with every sweet chewables the party has to offer. I have a feeling Isla would have a hard time putting him to bed.“So sorry, Your Highness. I will take him now.” Isla pleaded.“It is alright, Isla. Thank you. Where is my wife?”“She is getting changed.”“Alright, thank you.”After the usual open ceremony that involved every member of the Nestorian kingdom, Fiona was crowned as the Luna Queen. We returned to the palace to celebrate with a ball, ushering in anyone who desired to attend. Fiona made the most beautiful bride I have ever seen in her wedding dress. I wish we didn’t have to be so engaged in honoring our guests and just have her to myself.“Wow, he is, the man of the hour.” Timon teased sitting next to me.“I have been looking around for you. Where have you been?” I questioned.
Fiona’s POVI glanced discreetly at Ronan and smiled to myself. He looks much better than he was a month ago. When Lord Timon arrived with a carriage saying we were returning to the palace, I thought it was a joke. I had almost given up on the thought that we would ever get to return since Ronan never seemed to have an answer.When we arrived there was a lot of acknowledgment from the very people who didn’t care to see me. I never knew Ronan’s uncle and didn’t think too highly of him after hearing about all that he did. What I didn’t expect was the situation of Freya. It was okay when she plotted to have me dead, but shocking at her intention to kill Ronan. You never know what people are capable of. Dawn didn’t appear too concerned about the death of her father, but she finally got the chance to mourn her mother properly.I felt sorry for Dawn and Ronan, even though my experience wasn’t as epic as theirs. I do know what it feels like to have the ones you trust to play on your heart an
Ronan’s POVMy entire world felt like a lie. I still can’t get over everything that Elder Callum expressed. To think I felt guilty for ever suspecting him. All the while I had sleepless nights and battled for my life, he was plotting against me.“Why don’t you go back to the palace, Your Majesty, and let me sort this out,” Timon said.I shook my head feeling a nasty ache making its way to my head. “No, please, I want to see for myself.” I insisted.We were headed for Elder Callum’s house to search properly this time. Even though I still can’t get over the shock of all that he said and his death, I want to get a glimpse of everything. The house was agog when we arrived. All of the maids and guards looked on in fear as Timon and his men searched every room in the house.The remains of Aunt Celine were the first thing that was found. Callum had it wrapped up in a bag and put it into the room she had slept in when she was alive. It was obvious that it was her from the burnt remains of her
Author’s POVThere was an eerie feeling in the air as Ronan moved through the woods stealthily. He could sense some presence behind the thick bushes, and even though whoever it was did try to hide its scent, he caught a whiff of it and it almost seemed familiar. He should have listened to Timon who advised that he took a carriage to meet with his family. But something told him to go his usual route.He halted his steps to listen to be sure he heard right. All of sudden a big wolf matching his frame jumped at him from nowhere sinking his teeth into Ronan’s upper body, but he missed and only got to tear out a bit of his fur. Before he could get a grip on the situation, the attacker pushed him to the ground aiming for his neck vein. Ronan fought hard and gave the wolf a wild kick that sent him reeling backward.Ronan hurried to his feet, gnashing his teeth at his attacker. Just then the attacker shifted into their form leaving Ronan in shock. Callum turned out to be the one behind the wo
Ronan’s POVSomeone banged recklessly on the door waking me up roughly from my sleep. I have barely gotten an hour of sleep in. My mind has been laced heavily with thoughts that had prevented me from sleeping at the due time. Groaning, I sat up with my back bent. It's actually morning, how long was I asleep?Timon made his way in, bowing slightly towards me. “Your majesty,”“Really? Why would you hit on the door like that?” I questioned.“It was not my doing. Ava was at the door.”“Has she lost her mind? Where are the guards when you need them to do their jobs? Why wake me up so early in the morning?”“It's not exactly morning your majesty. It is way past noon. Are you alright? You don’t look well rested.”I rubbed my forehead, staring intently at the wall. “Something is coming, Timon. But I do not know what it is and my heart is burdened. I couldn’t get any sleep because of it. If anything goes wrong please protect my family.”He sighed. “Don’t be like that, we will resolve whatever
Ronan’s POV“Where is that bastard?” Levi yelled as he stormed my study.Three guards stood behind him ready to strike at my order. They must have restrained themselves since he is my in-law. I nodded towards them to excuse us. Timon gave me a questioning nod.“What is all this about Levi?” I inquired.“Oh, really? So you do not know what all this is about? Where is my sister, Ronan? Did you have your child bearer skin her alive? So what if she tried to kill her? Isn’t she an intruder in the first place? You should be ashamed of yourself for picking a mere stranger over your mate.” He ranted.I exchanged a confused look with Timon before looking back at the fuming man. “What you are saying now is that you do not see any wrong in what your sister did?”“Yes, and for what it is worth, you are to blame. If you didn’t turn away from her and make her feel unneeded she wouldn’t have gone that far. But what excuse do you have now that she is carrying your child and your child bearer is very
Author’s POV“Freya?” Callum called out. No response came. He rubbed at his neck in discomfort and moved closer. She was unmoving and blood appeared to be flowing from her head to the ground.He gulped hard and felt her pulse. Callum cursed under his breath at the eventuality of his action. Not only had her breath seized, she couldn’t be revived. Freya was dead. Covering his eyes with both hands, he groaned like a wounded lion. This wasn’t supposed to end like that. The only death he intends to have on his hands next is Ronan’s.His breath hitched at every passing second. Rising to his feet, he took in a deep breath to calm himself. There is no need to start hyperventilating when the deed has already been done. First, he has to get her cleaned up and find a way to dispose of her body, but then it will take a lot of work. If anyone gets to know that the queen is missing, it won’t take long for her to be traced down to him.Callum searched around for anything that would do to stuff her
Author’s POVFreya gasped for breath like she had been hit in the chest. Nothing prepared her for the murderous look in his eyes. She could sense the irritation in his expression. Her legs wobbled and her lips quivered. Ronan was supposed to be obsessed with her now that she was pregnant. He is meant to cherish her like no other. Instead, he appears to be disgusted by her.She pulled at her hair with shaky hands. A muffled scream escaped her lips, she tried hard to let it all out but nothing came. The tears rolled down her face, almost blinding her. Freya sat still just staring blankly into space. It is as if every time she tries to give Ronan a chance to amend his ways, he walks onto the destructive path.Regret creeps in as she thinks of Callum. He had been the only one who came to her rescue and assured her of a secure future. Instead of making sure their relationship is sealed and they have themselves to count on. She plotted his death. All because of Ronan.The more she thought a
Ronan’s POV“You didn’t find anything?” I asked Timon for the umpteenth time like my ears had gone deaf.He bowed his head, “I am sorry, Your Majesty. I must have gotten the wrong information.”Ruffling my hair, I sank onto the couch feeling an unexplained exhaustion. I had eventually hurried back to the palace in the hope that Timon would catch onto something. Even though we do have a missing knife to prove that my uncle had something to do with his friend's death, it is not enough to accuse him of killing his wife.Even though it doesn’t sound right, I am beginning to hope he might have a link to the enemy tormenting me. It probably was Elder James. What if my uncle was trying to defend me? Won’t it be wrong of me to be so hard on a person who is more like my parent?Timon dragged a foot on the ground. “Please say something.”I held his gaze, shrugging. “I really wish I could say something to you, but I do not know what to say. I must admit that I was eager to hear the outcome of yo