Elara’s POVMaybe I fell to the ground or not, I don't remember. I only realised my knees scraping against the cold hospital floor, my mouth parted in a scream but no sound came out. The hospital walls felt like they were closing in, ripping off the air out of my lungs.“He’s not…” My voice cracked as I sob loudly. “He can’t be gone. He promised....he promised to protect me...."I couldn't finish the statement. His face flashed before my eyes and it seemed like he was just right in front of me. I remember the last time we saw each other in the prison. The way he cupped my face with so much concern on his handsome features and made a vow. "I won't let you die. I'll find a way to save you and the baby. I swear it."Yes, he made me a promise. He promised to save us. He should be here fulfilling his promises and...... not dead. Gomez bent down beside me, uncertain, hesitant, before wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “I’m so sorry, Luna,” he murmured. “I shouldn’t have told you like
Elara's POVThe guards at the dungeon entrance stiffened the moment they saw me approach. Fear etched on their faces as they exchanged glances. But I was unbothered.“I need to see him,” I said. “Now.”One of them who seemed to be courageous enough stepped forward, blocking my way. “Luna, we have orders from Alpha Damian. No one goes in without clearance.”“Move,” I growled, voice deadly low.They didn’t. My hand tightened around the dagger. I took a step forward, chest heaving.“I said. Move.”Still, they didn’t budge. They didn't care if I lunged at them or not. They were willing to die. Damian must have issued them a strict warning never to let me in at all costs.Then, behind me, a deep familiar voice broke the tension. “Elara. Stop.”Damian. I turned slowly, not bothering to hide the fury on my face. “He’s dead,” I spat. “Ethan is dead and I know Kael had something to do with it. And you’re protecting him?”“I’m not protecting anyone,” Damian said quietly, approaching me. “I’m tr
Damian’s POVI sat still in my study, the silence in the room pressing getting more suffocating every second. Ethan was dead. The words kept replaying in my mind, mocking me with every echo.He was dead. Dead just like that. Dead without any explanation. Dead like a chicken. Ethan was a still a young boy for fuck sake.I ran my hand over my face, trying to chase away his reflection from my imagination. Ethan was more than a warrior. He was one of the few people I trusted—trained, molded, and handpicked to serve me and watch Elara when I thought she couldn’t be trusted. And now, he is gone.Something dark coiled up in my chest. I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that he must have died because of this whole issues. If I hadn't ordered him to watch over Elara, would he still be alive?I hadn't expected it to hit me this hard. I hadn’t expected the loss to feel so painful and so… personal. But it did. It hit me so hard that I was traumatised and I remembered my family's death. The pa
Damian's POVI stared at him. Stared at my friend, and for a moment, memories of our time in the Rogue kingdom resurfaces. The times we used to hunt together, the times we used to train together and those times where we got into the same academy. Everything was going well until I remembered how manipulative he and his father had handled the relics situation.That single act traumatized me for years. For years I felt like I was cursed, felt like I would bring destruction to the people around me. It was only with the help of Lyra that I was able to regain my self confidence.And since then, I have grown careful of him and his father. Till date, they didn't know I knew the truth about the relics and they often wonder how I changed so much, not knowing that they changed me.“That’s what I’m trying to find out. Because the investigation on Ethan's corpse showed that he was hit with a silver bullet and his wound was infected because it wasn't treated. You can see that it sounds like you ha
Damian’s POVThe grand hall was as quiet as a grave yard. Too quiet. Too tense. The silence was sharp enough to cut through steel. King Alaric stood like a monument of war and ruthlessness. Not a flicker of emotion appeared on his face. He wasn’t here as a father. He was here as a king. And the venom in his gaze told me he had expected to walk out of here with his son.Too bad I wasn’t going to make it that easy. I'd rather die than do that. Especially not when I had someone to impress. Not when I have someone who desperately seeks justice than anyone else. Elara. She would never forgive me if I let him go. If I do, it would destroy whatever hope that was left for us. So..... I won't succumb to this. Never.“So,” he said finally, his voice low and dangerous, “you’ve chained Kael like a criminal. Beaten him like a dog. Was this your plan all along, Damian? To treat my son like a common criminal?" Then he screamed out loud like I had forgotten Kael's real identity. "Don't forget he's
Damian's POV“I did what I had to do,” he said with zero remorse. “To protect the kingdom. To keep the power from falling into the wrong hands. If I had told them that it was Kael who destroyed it, do you know what would have gone wrong? The kingdom would have fallen apart."“No,” I said through clenched teeth. “You did it to manipulate me. To make sure I was always in your debt. Always loyal. Always scared.”It was silent. He knew I was right. He has done it to have me wrapped under his fingers. To make sure to always stay in control of me.He folded his arms. “And yet you turned out exactly the way I needed you to.”The audacity of his words hit me like a slap. He didn't regret it. He didn't care about me at all and I wondered why I hadn't seen that all these years even before I found out about his manipulation."You don't care about me, Alaric," I said, my voice low and filled with disappointment. "Then why? ...... Why do you save me? Why did you take me in? Why did you have to go
Elara's POV I sat quietly in the doctor's office, the pungent smell of antiseptic filling my nostrils as I cradled my trembling hands in my lap. The world felt unsteady beneath me. My mind replayed the doctor's grim word on a loop: "If you carry the baby to term, you won't survive and if you terminate the pregnancy there is a chance we can treat cancer."A chance. Not even a guarantee.I wanted to scream, cry — anything to expel the confusion and despair suffocating me. How could I choose between the fragile life growing inside me and my own survival? How could I? Just last week, my husband, Damian and I had hoped that the test results would come out positive. We have laughed, dreamed and planned a whole lot ahead for our future and that of the baby. But this? I have never imagined it would come to this.My trembling hands hovered around my phone as I debated calling Damian . When the call connected, I froze. How could I tell him that the baby we've hoped for, waited for —or myself
Elara's POV Damian's smirk widened as he relished every bit of my outrage. "Are you trying to make me suffer?" Damian sneered. "Wrong choice. You’re just as stupid as your father.”My heart tightened as his words hung in the air. "How dare you insult my family," I hissed. "They accepted you, believed in you and gave you the chance to run a company. You ungrateful little rat, hiding your true identity like a coward. Who are you, really?”I met Damian at a high-profile gala four years ago. He was a Rogue. No pack. No family. While I was the Alpha's daughter. I was drawn to his charm, wit, and resilience—qualities that set him apart from the privileged men in my social circle. We started as friends, but our bond soon grew into something deeper. Despite my family’s initial objections, they eventually accepted him. My father, impressed by Damian’s knack for identifying business opportunities and negotiating deals, offered him a partnership in our family businessBut here he was, biting
Damian's POV“I did what I had to do,” he said with zero remorse. “To protect the kingdom. To keep the power from falling into the wrong hands. If I had told them that it was Kael who destroyed it, do you know what would have gone wrong? The kingdom would have fallen apart."“No,” I said through clenched teeth. “You did it to manipulate me. To make sure I was always in your debt. Always loyal. Always scared.”It was silent. He knew I was right. He has done it to have me wrapped under his fingers. To make sure to always stay in control of me.He folded his arms. “And yet you turned out exactly the way I needed you to.”The audacity of his words hit me like a slap. He didn't regret it. He didn't care about me at all and I wondered why I hadn't seen that all these years even before I found out about his manipulation."You don't care about me, Alaric," I said, my voice low and filled with disappointment. "Then why? ...... Why do you save me? Why did you take me in? Why did you have to go
Damian’s POVThe grand hall was as quiet as a grave yard. Too quiet. Too tense. The silence was sharp enough to cut through steel. King Alaric stood like a monument of war and ruthlessness. Not a flicker of emotion appeared on his face. He wasn’t here as a father. He was here as a king. And the venom in his gaze told me he had expected to walk out of here with his son.Too bad I wasn’t going to make it that easy. I'd rather die than do that. Especially not when I had someone to impress. Not when I have someone who desperately seeks justice than anyone else. Elara. She would never forgive me if I let him go. If I do, it would destroy whatever hope that was left for us. So..... I won't succumb to this. Never.“So,” he said finally, his voice low and dangerous, “you’ve chained Kael like a criminal. Beaten him like a dog. Was this your plan all along, Damian? To treat my son like a common criminal?" Then he screamed out loud like I had forgotten Kael's real identity. "Don't forget he's
Damian's POVI stared at him. Stared at my friend, and for a moment, memories of our time in the Rogue kingdom resurfaces. The times we used to hunt together, the times we used to train together and those times where we got into the same academy. Everything was going well until I remembered how manipulative he and his father had handled the relics situation.That single act traumatized me for years. For years I felt like I was cursed, felt like I would bring destruction to the people around me. It was only with the help of Lyra that I was able to regain my self confidence.And since then, I have grown careful of him and his father. Till date, they didn't know I knew the truth about the relics and they often wonder how I changed so much, not knowing that they changed me.“That’s what I’m trying to find out. Because the investigation on Ethan's corpse showed that he was hit with a silver bullet and his wound was infected because it wasn't treated. You can see that it sounds like you ha
Damian’s POVI sat still in my study, the silence in the room pressing getting more suffocating every second. Ethan was dead. The words kept replaying in my mind, mocking me with every echo.He was dead. Dead just like that. Dead without any explanation. Dead like a chicken. Ethan was a still a young boy for fuck sake.I ran my hand over my face, trying to chase away his reflection from my imagination. Ethan was more than a warrior. He was one of the few people I trusted—trained, molded, and handpicked to serve me and watch Elara when I thought she couldn’t be trusted. And now, he is gone.Something dark coiled up in my chest. I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that he must have died because of this whole issues. If I hadn't ordered him to watch over Elara, would he still be alive?I hadn't expected it to hit me this hard. I hadn’t expected the loss to feel so painful and so… personal. But it did. It hit me so hard that I was traumatised and I remembered my family's death. The pa
Elara's POVThe guards at the dungeon entrance stiffened the moment they saw me approach. Fear etched on their faces as they exchanged glances. But I was unbothered.“I need to see him,” I said. “Now.”One of them who seemed to be courageous enough stepped forward, blocking my way. “Luna, we have orders from Alpha Damian. No one goes in without clearance.”“Move,” I growled, voice deadly low.They didn’t. My hand tightened around the dagger. I took a step forward, chest heaving.“I said. Move.”Still, they didn’t budge. They didn't care if I lunged at them or not. They were willing to die. Damian must have issued them a strict warning never to let me in at all costs.Then, behind me, a deep familiar voice broke the tension. “Elara. Stop.”Damian. I turned slowly, not bothering to hide the fury on my face. “He’s dead,” I spat. “Ethan is dead and I know Kael had something to do with it. And you’re protecting him?”“I’m not protecting anyone,” Damian said quietly, approaching me. “I’m tr
Elara’s POVMaybe I fell to the ground or not, I don't remember. I only realised my knees scraping against the cold hospital floor, my mouth parted in a scream but no sound came out. The hospital walls felt like they were closing in, ripping off the air out of my lungs.“He’s not…” My voice cracked as I sob loudly. “He can’t be gone. He promised....he promised to protect me...."I couldn't finish the statement. His face flashed before my eyes and it seemed like he was just right in front of me. I remember the last time we saw each other in the prison. The way he cupped my face with so much concern on his handsome features and made a vow. "I won't let you die. I'll find a way to save you and the baby. I swear it."Yes, he made me a promise. He promised to save us. He should be here fulfilling his promises and...... not dead. Gomez bent down beside me, uncertain, hesitant, before wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “I’m so sorry, Luna,” he murmured. “I shouldn’t have told you like
Elara’s POVToday, I felt warmer, stronger. I didn’t feel the usual cold or weakness like it had the past few days. I could practically feel the renewed energy surging through me. It was exhilarating, my wolf was awakened and I could feel my abilities returning.Maybe it was the potion. Yes...it should be the potion. Or maybe… just maybe I was healing. I might have found favor at the sight of the Moon Goddess.“Your vitals are stronger than ever,” the doctor said with a gentle smile, handing me the printed report. “It’s unbelievable. The pregnancy is stable, and we might not even go through the procedure to deliver the baby. Your body is recovering at a miraculous rate. Whatever remedy you’ve been using—it’s working, Luna. If it continues at this rate, then maybe the cancerous cells too might reduce," he added, his voice alight with hope. "This is nothing short of a miracle."I stared at the paper in disbelief. For so long, I thought I was losing everything. But now… there was hope.
Lyra’s POVI couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t eat. Couldn't keep calm. My whole body kept trembling as I paced the length of my room like an accursed soul. Elara’s voice was the curse that echoed in my ears. “I will find out everything… and if I find you guilty…” Her words had rooted in my skull like a damn thorn.I had been so caught up with dealing with Kael that I had totally forgotten about Ethan. Fuck! KAEL. Even when he isn't here, he is still trying to make my life a living hell. If he hadn't kidnapped Ethan then I wouldn't be in this situation now. Now, Elara suspects me and even our relationship.She wasn’t supposed to come back. But she has. And I wasn't expecting her to become stronger, colder, and more determined than ever. But she is too.“Shit,” I hissed, gripping the edge of the table until my knuckles turned white. I had to do something, anything before that witch found indisputable proof, before she connected the dots together and discovered my involvement in everything. Ka
Elara's POV“I didn’t think you had it in you to come back,” Lyra continued, her lips curling into a smirk. "After all the humiliation and embarrassment. You have developed a thick skin, haven't you?"I looked her up and down, unaffected by her words. “I’m not back. If I were, you wouldn’t be able to stand the heat, Lyra darling. The moment I come back here, get ready to burn."Burn? Lyra’s expression darkened, her heart racing with fear at my words. And from the way she sounded, she knew I wasn't bluffing.I didn't give her the time to recover or react. Instead, I took a step closer, my tone sharper now. “Tell me, Lyra… did you know about Ethan?”The fear in Lyra increased and she quickly raised an eyebrow, her expression looked like she was just hearing about Ethan's disappearance for the first time. “What about him?”“He’s missing,” I replied coldly. “And I have a feeling you’re involved. You and Kael, I wonder what's happening between you both.A faint flicker crossed Lyra’s face,