Chapter 3: A Womb Full Of Fear.
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Mireya’s POV
The room they brought me to was nothing like the cell.
It was wide and warm, with arched ceilings and thick curtains drawn over tall windows. A fire crackled in the hearth. A four-poster bed stood in the center, draped in silks. Rich. Soft. Luxurious.
But I didn’t feel safe, not here or anywhere.
They told me to wait. For him.
And I knew exactly who him was.
Warlord Alpha Damon.
I stood by the bed, unmoving, until the door opened again and a few maids stepped inside. Quiet. Avoiding my eyes. Their hands were gentle but distant as they undressed me again, washing away invisible dirt, brushing my hair, and wrapping me in a nightgown softer than anything I had ever worn.
Silk, maybe.
Or satin made to look like submission.
When they were done, they bowed and left without a word, their footsteps fading down the hallway.
Then the silence returned.
Heavy. Waiting.
I sat on the edge of the bed, heart pounding, unsure if I wanted to run or vanish entirely.
I didn’t have to wait long.
The door creaked open again—and he stepped inside.
Damon.
His presence filled the room like a storm cloud. Dressed in black from head to toe. Tall, composed, but dark. His silver eyes flicked to me, and something inside me coiled tight.
But he said nothing.
Not a word.
He didn’t have to.
His silence was sharper than any blade.
I stood up slowly. Took a hesitant step toward him.
I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe I wanted to soften him. Maybe I thought if I got close enough, he’d see more than just a vessel. A girl. A mate.
“Damon—” I began, my voice unsure, trembling.
He flinched like I’d cursed him.
Then, without warning, he shoved me hard in the chest.
I stumbled backward and crashed onto the bed, the breath knocked out of me.
His eyes were cold as ice.
“Don’t,” he said sharply. “Don’t come any closer.”
I lay still, too shocked to move.
His silver eyes locked onto mine, and something inside them burned.
Not desire. Not even anger. But Something colder. Deeper. Like disappointment wrapped in rage.
“You were told not to speak to anyone,” he said, pacing slowly toward me now. “And yet, you had a conversation.”
My blood ran cold.
The maid.
“You think I wouldn’t find out?” he asked, voice still flat but laced with quiet fury. “You think I don’t know what happens in my own home?”
I tried to speak—but no words came.
“I gave you a rule,” he said, stepping closer. “One rule. And now, thanks to your foolishness, she’s dead.”
My heart dropped.
No. No, no, no…
“She was executed this eveing,” he said with chilling calm. “For disobedience.”
He stopped in front of me, and bent down, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his skin.
“You may not have put the blade to her throat,” he said, voice almost a whisper now, “but you spoke. You broke the rule. And now you live with what that cost.”
Tears burned behind my eyes, but I held them in.
He wasn’t done. He stood up again.eee
“This room,” he said, gesturing around, “will be your new home. A reward for obedience. A reminder of failure.”
He leaned in slightly, his voice low and cutting.
“If you disobey me again, you won’t return to the East Wing. You’ll go lower. Back to the cell. Or deeper. Somewhere no one comes back from.”
Then he turned and walked to the door.
“I hope you find the silence comforting.”
And with that, he left.
The door shut behind him.
And I stood alone, in a room made of velvet and threats.
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I left myself sink on the bed. But the comfort of the mattress was the least of my worries.
Tonight, the weight of guilt was crushing. If only I hadn't listened to her, that old lady would still be alive.
In all my life I had never seen a man capable of such cruelty. And yet I still hoped to soften him up
I had tried to reach him. I had tried to be more than what he saw.
And all I had done… was cause someone’s death.
My hands curled into fists. My chest tightened.
I didn’t cry.
Not yet.
But the ache in my bones was growing.
And I knew now, more than ever—
This place would swallow me whole.
Unless I found a way to survive it first.
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Almost three months had passed since I was brought here.
Three months in this golden cage.
Three months pretending not to exist.
I didn’t speak unless spoken to. I didn’t look anyone in the eyes. I kept my head down and did what I was told.
And because of that—I survived.
Or maybe… I just held on.
But lately, something had changed.
Something small. Quiet. Alive.
Inside me.
At first, I thought it was just nerves. A skipped meal. A bad dream.
But then the feeling grew. Stronger. Warmer.
A flutter deep in my belly. A tightness in my chest that wasn’t fear anymore—it was something else.
Something real and new.
I was pregnant.
I didn’t need a test. I didn’t need a healer.
I knew.
The bond inside me pulsed differently now. I felt it in my bones, in my blood. My body was no longer just mine.
There was life inside me.
His life.
The one he’d been searching for. The heir the Moon once denied him.
And I was the one carrying it.
But the thought didn’t bring me peace.
It brought panic.
Because now I had something to lose.
And so much more to fear.
Would Damon change if he knew?
Would he treat me differently?
Or worse—would he throw me away once he had what he wanted?
I’d seen what he did to those who failed him. Who broke his rules. Who didn’t give him what he asked for.
What would he do to someone who succeeded?
What if I gave him the very thing he wanted most—and he still looked at me like I was nothing?
I couldn’t take that risk.
Not now. Not while this little life inside me was still so small, so fragile.
I had to keep it secret.
At least for now.
Long enough to think.
Long enough to plan.
Long enough to run—if I ever got the chance.
Because one thing was clear.
I might be carrying his child…
But he didn’t deserve this gift.
Not with the blood on his hands.
Not with the way he made the world freeze when he walked into a room.
And if I stayed too long… if I waited too late…
He might take the baby from me.
Or worse—he might destroy both of us.
So I held my belly with both hands, gently.
And whispered
the only promise I could make:
“I’ll protect you. I’ll get us out. Somehow… I’ll find a way.”
Because now I had a reason to survive.
Not for myself.
But for the tiny heartbeat growing inside me.
And that changed everything.
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