Luna

Secrets

Lying in bed, lost in contemplation, Elora pondered the whereabouts of her mate. She was acutely aware that meeting him would pose an immense challenge, given his status as a prince preparing for his upcoming wedding in few days. Her wolf's yearning to see him had become a relentless, headache-inducing desire. To quell her wolf's insistent pleas, she resorted to sneaking some of his unwashed clothes from the laundry room just to inhale his scent and bring comfort to her inner wolf. Yet, she was aware that she couldn't maintain this act for long, lest the lingering scent raise suspicions and she'd feel like a pervert.

The impending royal wedding is only five days away, a reality that weighed heavily on Elora's fragile heart.

For days, Elora had been feeling a mysterious ailment. Her steps faltered, and her usual vibrant demeanour dimmed, replaced by a quiet sadness. She felt it was her body's way of showing how heartbroken she is. Most times when the wolf is heartbroken, it weakens the human.

Madam Grace noticed the subtle changes in Elora. With years of experience in the palace, Madam Grace, a woman of wisdom and intuition, observed Elora's shifts in demeanour and decided to investigate further.

One evening, as Elora struggled with her duties in the ward, Madam Grace pulled her aside into the privacy of her small chamber. Concern etched across her face, Grace spoke gently, "Child, I've watched you wither like a wilting rose. What burdens your spirit?"

Hesitating at first, needing someone to talk to, Elora eventually confided in Madam Grace about everything. Madam Grace, with a knowing look, began to connect the dots, recognizing the possibility of a deeper reason behind Elora's distress.

Madam Grace studied Elora's face and, with a knowing gaze, asked, "Have you considered another reason for your ailment, my dear?"

Confusion clouded Elora's eyes, prompting Grace to elaborate, "Sometimes, a hidden truth takes refuge within. Perhaps it's not just sorrow but the beginning of a new life."

Elora's breath caught, and her eyes widened. Madam Grace's experienced eyes had discerned what Elora herself had not yet realized.

As the truth dawned upon her, Elora whispered, "But Prince Alaric... his chosen mate..."

Madam Grace interrupted softly, "Certain paths in life demand discretion. A pregnant Omega mate is forbidden for the future alpha king. We shall keep this secret, my child, for your safety and the harmony of the pack."

Smiling beside the chamber door was Lady Erica's personal maid, Bianca, ready to share the newfound news as she ran to her Lady's chamber.

The morning sun bathed Lady Erica's skin as she stood in the center of the fitting room, the epitome of perfection. It was no wonder she had a long list of suitors before becoming a chosen mate.

After the fitting, she retreated to her room to be alone, contemplating the news she had received from her maid and plotting what to do to Elora.

"That filthy Omega is carrying the prince's child," she smirked.

Suddenly, her door flung open as one of her father's guards rushed in, eager to hug her.

"My lady, I've missed you."

She instantly pushed him away, heading to the door.

"Blanca!" she shouted, finding no response. Opening the door to check outside, she was relieved. She returned to the guard and slapped him.

"What are you doing here, Adam? Shouldn't you be with father?" she asked.

Unmoved by the slap and smiling, he replied, "I wanted to see you and hold you. My wolf and I miss you."