Chapter 71 - The Chief’s Visit
“They say the sea never returns what it takes,” Yenari muttered under his breath, the sound barely more than a whisper as he gazed out at the endless horizon. His eyes were locked on the distant waves, their steady rhythm was a reminder of the mysteries they held deep in their waters. “But this time… this time it has.”
Sitting on the wide porch of his home, Yenari’s fingers absentmindedly traced the edges of a finely carved wooden bowl, his mind occupied with thoughts of the woman who had been pulled from the sea. The ocean didn’t often release those it claimed, and when it did, there was always a story behind it. The village was still buzzing with speculation, and Yenari, Chief Captain of Havalu, had heard every theory from the superstitious and the skeptical alike.
Chapter 72 - Will of the SeaGeorgia stood at the entryway of the healer's hut, her bare feet sinking into the sun warmed earth, it was relaxing, massaging the soles of her feet. The air was fresh, filled with the scent of salt and ripe coconuts. For a brief moment, the soft crash of waves and the distant chatter of the villagers calmed her racing heart. But her senses remained on high alert. Every laugh, and every movement around her was a potential threat in her eyes.Her head turned toward the sea, the vastness of it overwhelming her, reminding her of the escape she had attempted. It had brought her here — alive but broken. She stepped forward, drawn toward the ocean's horizon, as though it was calling her.“I’ll leave her to you for now. I’ll come visit again.” Yenari uttered before leaving, only giving
Chapter 73 - The Village’s HarmonyGeorgia woke the next morning, the sound of waves gently crashing against the shore outside the healer’s hut greeting her. For a moment, she lay still, staring at the ceiling made of woven palm leaves. The unfamiliar yet peaceful rhythm of island life slowly stirred her, and a sense of calm washed over her. It was contrasting to the chaos and nightmares that had haunted her for so long. Sitting up, she felt the warmth of the sun filtering through the open window. The salty breeze caressed her face, carrying with it the scent of ripe coconuts and distant cooking fires.A soft knock on the door broke her thoughts. Kaia peeked in, her bright eyes filled with a gentle curiosity. “Good morning. I thought you might like to take a walk today . . . to see more of the village.”Georgia he
Chapter 74 - Looking for a BrideKaia smiled, noticing that Georgia was beginning to open herself, asking questions and showing interest in the village. “Yes. And we are the only village on the island.”“Really? So no other villages on the other side of this island?” Georgia asked, and Kaia shook her head.“There is none. Behind the village territory is just mountains then and cultivated lands by our people. Basically, it is just us.” Kaia answered.Further along the path, after silence settled on them, Kaia pointed to a group of villagers harvesting from the coconut trees. Several men climbed up while some held a net where the climbers dropped down the fruits. Others gathered the coconut fruit into woven baskets, their arms full as they carried their
Chapter 75 - For the Night’s FeastThe soft white sand beneath Georgia’s feet crunched in her every step as she wandered the shoreline, watching the sun dip toward the horizon like a ball of fire kissing the blue sea, becoming one to be painted in brilliant hues of orange and red, casting a golden glow across the rippling waves. A calm breeze swept through the air, tangling gently in her hair, while the faint calls of seabirds circled overhead. She stopped for a moment, letting the beauty of the scene wash over her. It was almost surreal, standing here after everything that had happened, after all the blood and pain. The serenity of Havalu Island was the opposite of the chaos that haunted her memories.But for now, she let herself forget. She was miles away from where she had come from, and she did not have to relive every single memory she had.
Chapter 76 - Spared for a ReasonAs the sun finally dipped below the horizon, the village came alive. Wooden instruments, hand carved and beautifully worn from use, were brought out. The deep, resonant sound of drums echoed through the air, accompanied by the light notes of flutes and a harp like instrument made from wood and twine. The music was soothing yet lively, and it stirred something deep within Georgia. For a moment, she let herself be lost in it, the rhythm of the village, the warmth of the fire, the laughter of the people, and a smile slowly spreading on her face. And from a distance, unbeknownst to her, the Chief was watching her like she was a star from above.When the food was ready, everyone gathered around the tables, their plates piled high with grilled fish, roasted pork, fruits, and vegetables. The feast was a celebration, and as the villagers ate, they shared sto
Chapter 77 - Where You Belong“You’ve got it, Georgia! Just like that!” Kaia’s excited voice rang out, echoing through the shaded area beneath the palm trees.Georgia was crouched down, her hands steady as she wove thick, fibrous ropes together, trying to mimic the exact movements that had been shown to her earlier. She furrowed her brow, concentrating, as she continued her work. Around her, the other women paused their work, watching with approving smiles as she carefully looped and knotted the rope.It was not perfect — not even close — but it was an improvement from her first attempts, where her knots slipped apart and her hands fumbled with the unfamiliar materials. Now, the knots were holding, and a section of the net began to take shape, even though it was still rough and a little uneven.“I did it,” Georgia murmured, more to herself than anyone else, an evident surprise in her voice. She glanced up, catching Kaia’s beaming grin, and for a moment, she felt a small swell of pride
Chapter 78 - Arrival of Merchants“Are they here yet?” a young boy asked, bouncing on his toes as he tried to get a better look over the villagers headed by the Chief gathered near the shore. Their eyes squinted against the glare of the sun, searching for signs of the merchant ships on the horizon. “I can see their sails! Look!” another voice called out, pointing excitedly toward the open sea.The villagers of Havalu had been preparing for days, setting up makeshift stalls and tables made from sturdy wood and palm fronds, each draped with colorful fabrics and woven mats. The annual trade event was a time of excitement, a rare opportunity for the islanders to exchange their handmade crafts for goods from other countries or faraway islands. Every year, merchants from different regions arrived with their ships laden with exotic items, bringing with them stories and products that added a touch of the world beyond their isolated island.Women and children continued arranging woven baskets,
Chapter 79 - It’s You, the Silver-Eyed“What is this?” a villager asked, picking up a small wooden box intricately inlaid with silver.“That, my friend, is a puzzle box,” the merchant replied with enthusiasm. “A gift from the Pau Kian region. Solve the puzzle, and it will open. Many secrets could be hidden inside.”The villager’s eyes lit up with curiosity, and soon a small crowd had gathered around the stall, watching as the merchant demonstrated how the box worked. Next to him, another merchant was offering small, colorful stones that glowed faintly in the sunlight, claiming they were charms to bring good luck and ward off evil spirits. Other stalls displayed an array of products that ranged from delicate pottery and handwoven fabrics to strange and exotic trinkets. One stall had rows of small glass vials filled with vibrant, swirling liquids — potions, perhaps, or perfumes. Another had bundles of dried plants and spices. At a nearby stall, two merchants were haggling over a collec
Chapter 108 - The HeirGeorgia’s breaths were uneven and beads of sweat glistened on her brow and her face was contorted with pain and exhaustion. The midwife calmly gave quiet instructions to her as she worked to support her deliver the baby. Maxton was at Georgia’s side, holding her hand, and it was evident in his face both awe and concern for his mate.“You’re doing incredible,” he whispered in her ears, reminding her that he was there for her. His hand gripped hers tightly, as she squeezed back, greeting her teeth as she listened to the midwife. But she managed to respond to him. Georgia managed a small smile through the haze of pain and exhaustion. “I’d like to see you try this and then call it ‘incredible,’” she retorted.Maxton chuckled, though his laughter was laced with nervous energy. “I would fail miserably. That’s why I’m right here, cheering you on.”The midwife glanced up. “It’s time, Your Majesty. One more push.”Georgia closed her eyes, summoning every ounce of streng
Chapter 107 - Coronation and Promises“Are you ready for this?” Maxton asked, his hand tightened slightly around Georgia’s as they stood behind the grand golden doors of the palace’s throne room.Georgia drew a slow breath, her fingers instinctively brushing against the fabric of her coronation gown. It was elegant, shimmering with fine threads of silver and gold, symbolizing her role as the bridge between strength and grace. She met Maxton’s gaze, her heart pounding beneath her ribs as she replied. “Ready or not, there’s no turning back now.”A faint smile tugged at his lips as looked at her with huge pride and affection. “You’ll be magnificent,” he said, his thumb gently brushing the back of her hand.The sound of the crowd beyond the doors grew louder, a mixture of excitement and anticipation filling the air. The Royal Master of Ceremonies stepped forward, nodding at Maxton and Georgia. “It’s time.”The doors swung open with a resonant creak, revealing the throne room, transformed
Chapter 106 - Proposing CoronationGeorgia’s bare feet touched the cool, trimmed grass of the palace gardens as the late afternoon sun cast golden light across the vibrant blooms. Her fingers brushed against the petal of a rose as she walked slowly beside Maxton.“Careful,” Maxton said softly, his hand instinctively moving to support her elbow when she stumbled with her still weak knees. His gaze never left her, he was concerned at her still recovering condition and with her carrying their child. However, despite his worries, he was supportive of her and never prevented her from venturing outside the safety and security of the manor. Today, they were in the palace as she craved for a new view and had been bored staying in the manor.“I’m fine,” Georgia replied with a faint smile, glancing up at him. “I need this.” She looked back at the path ahead which was an aisle of garden flowers.Maxton’s eyes flickered to her hand that instinctively brushed her abdomen, and his expression softe
Chapter 105 - Gifts and RosesGeorgia’s eyelids fluttered open as she moved her fingertips. Her body ached faintly, and the first thing she realized was the warmth of a hand clutching hers. She immediately realized that it was Maxton given the sudden rush of thrumming in their mate bond, making her feel more alive despite what she had gone through.“Georgia,” Maxton uttered, surprised at the sudden movement of her hand that he was holding. He leaned closer to see her with his filled with relief.She blinked, her throat dry, her lips parting as if to speak, but no sound came. Before she could try again, Maxton was already pressing a glass of water to her lips. “Here,” he murmured gently, tilting the glass just enough for her to sip.The cool water soothed her parched throat. “What happened?” she rasped with her voice weak still weak.“You were poisoned in the restaurant.” he said, “But you’re safe now and that’s all that matters.”She frowned slightly, trying to piece together fragment
Chapter 104 - MercyMaxton gripped the phone tightly as the voice on the other end confirmed what he had been waiting to hear for hours. “We’ve apprehended the suspect, Your Majesty. The perpetrator is being transported to the palace as we speak.”His jaw tightened as he exhaled in relief yet contained fury. “Bring them directly to the throne room. I want this handled swiftly.”“Yes, Your Majesty.”Maxton hung up, tossing the phone onto his desk. For Georgia. For their unborn child. For the stability of the kingdom. This would not be swept under the rug like some minor infraction, it would be a lesson, a warning to anyone foolish enough to challenge the Crown.“Tanner,” Maxton barked, his Beta standing at attention by the door.“Yes, Your Majesty?”“Prepare the throne room. I want this dealt with in a manner befitting the gravity of the crime. And make sure word spreads, let the public know justice is being served.”Tanner nodded sharply. “Right away.”~~~At the far end of the throne
Chapter 103 - A Unifying Statement From The CrownMaxton froze, at the news, his heart hammering in his chest and his emotions were a swirling mix of hurricane. He was happy, delighted to have a baby, an heir to the throne, but at the same time, he was hell worried about his mate and unborn child’s status."Pregnant?" The word barely left his lips, as he was in a mix of disbelief and shock. His hand instinctively gripped the back of the nearest chair, tightly until his knuckles were white. "She's pregnant?" he repeated, as if he could not believe what was happening.Dr. Reid nodded to confirm. "Yes, Your Majesty. We just confirmed it moments ago. It’s very early, around six weeks, I’d estimate."A cold wave of panic and anger surged through Maxton, his breath coming faster as his mind raced. "And the poison?" he demanded, trying to calm down."What about the poison? Is it harming her… or the baby?"Dr. Reid’s lips pressed into a thin line. "That’s what we are currently working to deter
Chapter 102 - Poisoned and PregnantThe sound of Maxton’s footsteps echoed in the long corridor outside the manor’s medical wing as he went back in to check on her. His jaw was clenched, and his hands were balled into fists at his sides. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Georgia, fragile, and pale, her body seizing uncontrollably in his arms. Maxton entered the room and did not bother to wait for the doctor to call him. “What’s happening now? Is she stable?”The doctor met Maxton’s panicked gaze. “She’s stable for now,” he said, pulling off his gloves. “But the situation is serious. There are clear signs of poisoning. We’re running more tests to determine the exact substance.”Maxton felt a cold rage settle over him, masking the fear that threatened to overwhelm his thoughts. “Poison,” he repeated. “How?”The doctor sighed, gesturing toward the room where Georgia lay unconscious. “Most likely ingested. Whatever it was, it acted slowly, giving us enough time to intervene. She is o
Chapter 101 - Blood and SeizureThe woman’s words hit Georgia like a thunderclap, reverberating in the pit of her stomach.“You think you deserve to sit there and pretend you’re one of us?” The woman’s voice carried over the stunned silence of the rooftop restaurant. “You’ll never be queen — never!”Maxton stepped forward with a rigid posture, shielding Georgia from the woman’s line of sight. “That’s enough,” he said firmly, but his voice only seemed to fuel her anger.“Don’t tell me what’s enough!” she shouted, her trembling hands now clenched into fists. Her face displayed a combination of grief and fury, while her eyes darted past him to Georgia. “You killed my husband! You took everything from me, and now you expect us to bow to you?” she snarled.Georgia’s breath caught, her chest tightening as if the air had been sucked from the terrace. She could not move, couldn’t speak. Her hands trembled in her lap, hidden under the table as she clung to the edge of her seat, frozen with the
Chapter 100 - Dinner & Accusations“Why do I feel like I am going to war?” Georgia muttered, tugging at the hem of her dress as she stood before the full length mirror. Her reflection stared back at her — a woman in a sleek, deep green dress that hugged her figure without being overly revealing. The gown was elegant and modest enough that she did not feel completely out of place, yet the way it highlighted her curves made her feel exposed in a way she was not used to. Her chest felt tight, her stomach twisting, and every part of her wanted to bolt back to the comfort of her chambers, but she stood there feeling foreign and unfamiliar at the girl staring back at her. “You look stunning,” Maxton complimented from behind, making her turn around to face him.She glanced toward the door, finding him leaning casually against the frame. His tailored shirt, left slightly unbuttoned at the collar, and dark slacks gave him an air of effortless sophistication. Yet it was not the clothing that c