Rune’s POVI stood by the side, my hands clenched into fists, watching the physicians work around Alora’s unconscious body. Every muscle in my body was tense, my mind racing with a thousand scenarios, none of them good. The air in the room was thick with tension, but I felt helpless. Absolutely fucking helpless. I hated this. Hated standing here and not being able to do anything. The physicians murmured between themselves, their faces pinched with concern as they hovered over her. One of them, the lead physician, finally turned toward me, his expression grim. “Alpha,” he began, his voice cautious as if he didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but I could already tell something was wrong. “Her baby… is in grave danger. It’s possible she might have an early delivery.”His words hit me like a punch to the gut. My chest tightened painfully as I glanced back at Alora, pale and still on the bed. I had seen her go through so much already, and now this? She was strong, stronger than an
Rune’s POVAlora’s grip on my hand slackened as she fought against the darkness pulling her under. Her breaths were shallow, each one coming out as a faint gasp, and her eyes, glazed over with exhaustion, fluttered, barely clinging to consciousness. “I need… to see her,” she whispered, voice so faint it barely reached my ears. There was a desperation in her tone, but also something broken. Her lips trembled as they formed the words, and her fingers curled weakly around mine, trying to hold on. “Alora, you need to rest,” I urged, leaning closer to her. “You can’t move yet. You’re too weak right now.”She shook her head, tears forming in her eyes. “No, I need to see my baby. Please.”It shattered me to see her like this –so vulnerable, so desperate. She never wanted to appear weak in front of me or anyone. But now, with her child’s life on the line, she was crumbling. Her strength, her resilience, it was all slipping through her fingers. I wanted to give her what she asked for, to c
Third person’s POV The night was unnaturally quiet, the thick forest surrounding the pack territory still and dark under the pale moonlight. Only the sound of leaves rustling in the wind echoed in the air, but it wasn’t enough to mask the tension that hung heavily between the two witches standing on the outskirts of the werewolf pack. They were cloaked in shadow, their figures barely visible against the dark trees, but their eyes were fixed on the pack house in the distance, the stronghold of one of the most powerful werewolves in existence. Rune. The Alpha who had built an empire with his strength and cunning, guarded fiercely by magic and walls so thick with enchantments that it was nearly impenetrable. But not for them. The silver-haired witch, her pale locks glistening in the moonlight, glanced sideways at her companion. Her name was Eirlys, a name that echoed through centuries of witch history, known for her wisdom and mastery over healing magic. Her skin was as pale
Alora’s POV I stirred at the soft sound of my name, a voice so gentle and ethereal it seemed to be made of silk. I thought I was still dreaming. My eyelids feel heavy, but I forced them open, blinking against the dim light of the room. There is this taste in my mouth that is making me want to throw up but I couldn’t. My stomach is empty. And then I saw them. Two women, standing silently by my bedside. One had hair like liquid silver, cascading down her shoulders in soft waves, her skin pale as moonlight. The other had hair the color of fire, rich and blazing, more beautiful than I could ever imagine. I knew who they were. I had seen them before… my dreams. I don’t need no introductions to know they were witches. Very powerful ones. My heart thudded painfully in my chest as I tried to push myself up, but my body was weak, sluggish. The women smiled at me, their faces soft and full of understanding. Then, they did something unexpected: they raised their hands in some sort
Alora’s POV I clutched my baby against my chest as we moved swiftly through the darkened woods, following the two witches ahead of me. Eirlys’s silver hair shimmered in the moonlight as she led the way, her steps confident, her presence calming. Beside her, Morrigan's fiery red hair seemed to glow in the dim light, her fierce eyes glancing back at me every few moments to ensure I was keeping up. They seem like they want to carry me but know I won’t appreciate that. The cool night air brushed against my skin, but all I could focus on was the faint pulse of my daughter, her small body so fragile against mine. Each breath she took was a whisper of life, and I held her tighter, feeling the fear coil in my chest. "We’re almost there," Eirlys said softly, her voice soothing in the tense silence. I nodded, though the exhaustion was starting to pull at my limbs. I hadn’t stopped moving since I agreed to leave the pack behind, the place that had become a prison of pain and betrayal. A
Alora’s POVThe soft sound of footsteps woke me, barely a whisper on the polished floor. I blinked, trying to clear the fog of exhaustion from my mind, and when I opened my eyes, a figure stood at the entrance to the room. It was the healer. She was tall and regal, her long black hair cascading down her back in thick waves. She moved gracefully toward me, her presence commanding but gentle. Her eyes, a striking shade of violet, held an ancient wisdom, and as she approached, I noticed the same look of reverence that Morrigan and Eirlys had shown earlier.Without saying a word, the healer bowed deeply, her hands folded before her as though acknowledging my position and the power of my bloodline. I watched her with heavy eyes, still dazed from everything that had happened. She stood silently for a moment before rising again, her gaze soft but assessing. Her eyes flicked to my exhausted form, and she stepped forward, reaching out as if to tend to me first. "Let me heal you, my queen,"
Alora’s POVA week had passed, and I was no longer the shattered shell of the woman I had once been. My strength had returned, more powerful than ever before. It was as if this ancient castle—the one hidden deep within the enchanted woods—had breathed new life into me. I could feel it in my veins, a pulse of energy that I had never known existed, coursing through me like wildfire. Every corner of this place whispered to me, filling me with magic, with purpose. The walls were old, yet they held secrets, ancient power, and for the first time in my life, I felt as if I belonged. This place, this coven, was my sanctuary. My true home.Nevaeh lay in my arms, cooing softly, her small hand curling around one of my fingers. My heart swelled as I looked down at her, the innocence in her dark eyes so pure it ached. But those eyes, they weren’t mine. They were his. Rune’s. And every time I looked at her, I saw him staring back at me. The same jet-black hair, those stormy eyes that once held
Rune’s POVIt had been seven days. Seven days without Alora. Seven days since the witches had taken her, and it felt like my entire world had collapsed in on itself. I didn’t recognize myself anymore. I was a fucking wreck. I had shut myself in my room, locked the door, and refused to let anyone inside. Not Jacob, not Ethan, not even the damn servants. No one was allowed to see me like this. To see the way I had fallen apart. I couldn’t let them see me this weak, this vulnerable. An Alpha was never supposed to look like this. Never supposed to feel like this. But I did. I had never been sick in my life—never had so much as a cold. My body had always been strong, unbreakable, just like my mind. But now… Now, I was sick as fuck. My body felt foreign, weighed down with an exhaustion that dragged at my bones, my muscles aching as though I had fought a hundred battles without rest. My head throbbed constantly, a dull, agonizing pain that wouldn’t let up, and my chest felt tight, like