Moments later, Arabella finally grasped the purpose behind the grueling flight training that Orga had imposed upon her. Striding toward Blaze, her magnificent red and golden wings beat powerfully behind her. As she lifted his lifeless body, a shiver ran through her; he felt cold, utterly still. The reality of his absence had yet to sink in fully.Tears streamed down Arabella's face as she cradled Blaze tenderly. Swiftly wiping them away, she sought to conceal any signs of vulnerability in front of Alessia. Her eyes smoldered with outrage and pain as she turned to confront Alessia."You will pay for this, Alessia," Arabella growled, her voice dripping with intensity. "I swear on my soul; I'll make you suffer for what you've done."With her wings fully spread behind her, Arabella's imposing presence intensified. Alessia tutted dismissively, refraining from the immediate response as Arabella continued her emotional tirade."Crossing me was a grave mistake, Alessia," Arabella snarled, her
"I won't let you have your way, Sandro," Orga snarled, his face contorted in anger as he glared at Sandro, whom he believed should have fled after their displacement.Aware that he was the one after Arabella, Orga tried to shield her, but Alessia's involvement was also a significant factor in his motivations. Surveying his surroundings, he realized Alessia was no longer amidst the ruins; she must have escaped.Sandro's scoff snapped Orga's attention back to him. His eyes glinted with amusement. "And just what are you planning to do about it? Star in a cosplay?" Sandro chuckled though irritation laced his voice.The air crackled with tension between the two men as Orga assumed an offensive stance. Before he could launch himself at Sandro, Arabella stepped forward, obstructing his path."My Queen, you need to step aside. This man must pay for what he's done to you," Orga growled, his fists still clenched.Arabella raised a brow, certain she hadn't disclosed much about herself except her
Sandro stood beside Arabella's bed, her eyes closed and her breathing calm. He anxiously awaited the pack doctor, Mrs. Mabel, to finish examining her.The middle-aged woman with graying hair turned to him, a satisfied smile lighting up her face. "Congratulations, Alpha," she said excitedly. "Arabella is pregnant, and she's been in this state for about eight weeks now.""W-what?" Sandro stuttered, caught off-guard by the news. He wondered if he had heard her right and hoped she would repeat it."She's pregnant, Alpha. And I believe she became unconscious because she used so much energy, and the baby is drawing energy from her, leaving not enough for both of them," Mrs. Mabel explained.Arabella was pregnant, and Sandro mulled it over. A rush of unfamiliar emotions swirled within him as he thought about possibly having a child who would one day become the next Alpha of the Moon Howler's Pack.He had never entertained such a thought before. Heck, he never imagined having a child of his o
"I won't ask again, Arabella," warned Sandro sternly. "Tell me who it is, or there will be consequences." Sandro had never used her full name before, and the tone he used was unsettling."I don't know, Sandro," she managed, her voice trembling. "I didn't even realize I was pregnant.""You're lying!" Sandro's voice was sharp. "If you don't give me the answers I want, I'll find a way to make you tell the truth."Arabella's heart raced at his threat. She knew Sandro was someone not to be taken lightly, and the thought of him causing her pain again sent a chill down her spine. She also understood she was too weak to resist him if he decided to confront her physically. Despite her fear, she couldn't think of a way out."I'm not sure what to say," she stammered."You better start figuring out your words before I come back." Sandro hissed; he turned and exited the hospital room.Once he was gone, an oppressive silence filled the room.Glancing around at where she was, she realized several g
Orga's worry grew stronger as he kept checking the clock. The hands seemed to move so slowly, teasing him with their slowness. He'd been checking for what felt like hours, his anxiety building with each passing minute.Arabella had been out with Sandro for a long time, and a sense of unease gnawed at him. He tried to distract himself by pacing the cave's rough stone floor, but his thoughts kept returning to Arabella. Had they argued? Was she hurt? Or worse, something bad happened to her?Orga wondered if he should have gone with Arabella despite her insistence on handling things alone.And then there was Blaze. Despite all his efforts to save him, Blaze's breathing remained shallow and troubled. Orga couldn't help but wonder if Blaze would ever awaken from his coma.Orga had enlisted a team of magical medical experts to care for Blaze. They worked tirelessly to determine the cause of his condition, but even they were baffled. They'd run every conceivable test, yet nothing seemed to h
Sandro's heavy footsteps echoed into the room, making Arabella jump in surprise.He scowled, glaring from Mrs Mabel, who trembled at the sight of him, to Arabella, who tried to act as fearless as possible.Yet, he could see the fear that emerged to the surface every now and then.He was furious. Sandro had overheard all that was said as he was within earshot.He wondered if they realized that. Maybe that was why they looked afraid, although he doubted there was anything for the doctor to be afraid of as she didn't entertain the idea of Arabella aborting the child in her.Tension filled the room, making it hard to breathe. Arabella sensed Sandro's anger radiating from him. When he spoke, his voice was low and menacing."Not if I kill you first," he growled, never taking his eyes off her.He heard. He heard everything that was said. Arabella shuddered, emitting a breath. She flushed a deep shade of red before averting her gaze from him.Yet, she still felt the intensity of his gaze on h
Sitting alone in the small room, Arabella's mind raced with worries. She remained under Sandro's control, wondering why no one had come for her yet. She also thought about Blaze and how he was holding up, whether he was awake and concerned for her.She felt the weight of Sandro's constant presence. He frequently entered the room, either watching her silently or berating her for carrying Blaze's child. She knew she should confess the truth but didn't want to.Feeling trapped, like a bird in a cage, Arabella longed for her freedom, the wind in her hair. Surprisingly, she even missed the Phoenix cave and Orga.Though she vowed not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her defeated, she couldn't deny her discomfort in his presence.Lost in thought, Arabella didn't notice Sandro entering the room until he spoke. Startled, she looked up and met his gaze. "That's news coming from you," he remarked, a trace of amusement in his voice.Confused, Arabella furrowed her brow. "What do you mean?"
Arabella panted heavily, pressing a hand to her chest. The other hand wiped the sweat from her face as she tried to steady her breathing. She glanced around, searching frantically, hoping Sandro hadn't dispatched his guards after her.Somehow, she'd managed to escape. Arabella couldn't quite fathom how it happened, but the moment Sandro exited the room, she found herself outside the pack house. It was as if something had taken hold of her, propelling her deeper into the woods without pause.Arabella mused on whether the guards had been asleep, missing her departure from the room. She also puzzled over how she'd managed to leave a heavily fortified chamber. She concluded that she must have somehow breached the barrier, her determination overcoming the obstacle.Summoning the last reserves of her strength, she burst out of the woods, her gaze fixed on the Phoenix cave, just a short distance away.But she doubted she could reach it.Arabella stumbled, trying to walk further. Her foot cau