The following night, I arrived at the Great Hall in my ceremonial robes. This feast was held to celebrate the coming of age for the Alpha Wildbriar's eldest daughter. It was a promise made moons ago, so I was bound by honor to attend. I sat in a quiet corner of the hall, sipping my tonic.
As I expected, it was not long before Zael and Moira made their entrance. Moira clung to Zael’s arm, wearing a humble smile. The guests from other packs believed Moira was his true Luna and began to shower them with praise.
"Zael and his mate share such a beautiful bond! We are truly envious."
Zael smiled softly, accepting every compliment as if they were truly the destined pair. Unable to watch them any longer, I took my goblet and stepped onto the stone balcony for some fresh air. My drink was finished and just as I moved to go back inside, Moira stepped beside me.
"Aletta, you have already been defeated. Zael’s soul belongs to me now. Can you really leave Aelin without a father?"
I gave her a cold, hard smile. "What is your true intent?"
"I want you to leave this kingdom now. I want the title of Luna Stormridge."
I nodded slowly. "Do not worry, I will depart. I gave up on Zael many suns ago."
I turned to walk away, but Moira seized my arm. Before I could ask what she was doing, someone came up behind me and pressed a cloth soaked in sleeping herbs over my nose. Just before the darkness took me, I saw Moira’s mocking grin.
"But I do not trust your word."
When my eyes opened, I found myself bound to a wooden chair, unable to move my limbs. Beside me sat Moira, also tied with ropes. She looked at me with a smug expression. "Aletta, if Zael knew we were both taken by rogues and he could only rescue one, who do you think his wolf would choose?"
I stared at her in shock. "This was your plan?"
She laughed loudly. "What if it was? I only want Zael for myself. Is that a crime?"
I was about to answer when a scout rushed in and spoke to the rogue leader. "Boss, the Alpha Zael is here."
Moments later, two men in dark armor stood behind us, each holding a silver blade. As Zael walked into the chamber, my heart hammered against my ribs. The leader smirked at him.
"Zael, you are a lucky male. Two beautiful females, but the law of the rogue says you can only take one. Choose now, or both will be sacrificed to the moon."
"Three..."
"Two..."
Before the rogue reached one, Zael suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Moira. "Her. Release her."
The rogue grinned. "Zael does not hesitate. Very well, let us deal with the other one."
He signaled someone to cut my ropes. But immediately after I was free, he shoved me violently to the floor. In seconds, heavy blows began to strike me from all sides. I curled into a ball, holding my stomach to protect my pup.
Then, a rogue kicked me hard in the womb. The man laughed when he saw my agony. "Zael, you should leave this place now. If I change my mind and decide not to let her live, it will not end well for you."
Through the gaps in the crowd, I looked at Zael and begged with my last bit of strength. "Please... save me... save our pup..."
But Zael acted as if my voice was nothing but wind. He took Moira’s hand and walked out of the den without looking back.
Tears rolled down my face and hit the dusty stone. I clutched my stomach, feeling the tiny life force inside me begin to fade and slip away.
I closed my eyes, consumed by pain and the end of all hope.
