Chapter thirty nine
The Queen was gone. Sealed beneath the earth in a tomb of her own cursed making. But peace never came easy to wolves like us. Kael’s wounds were healing, but his silence told me what the bruises on his soul couldn’t say. He stood on the cliffs that night, the wind cutting through his cloak, staring at the same valley where we’d nearly lost everything. I joined him quietly, resting a hand over my stomach. “She’s strong,” I said softly. “Still kicking.” His hand joined mine, fingers lacing between mine like they were born to. “I lied to you,” he said suddenly. My breath caught. “About what?” “My bloodline. It wasn’t just royal. It wasn’t just cursed. It was forged.” I turned to face him fully. “Forged how?” He didn’t flinch. “My father wasn’t a true Alpha. He made a blood pact w
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