Mira's POV,
The air in my room was feeling heavy with the scent of damp stone and last night’s rain mixing in it. I sat on the edge of my narrow bed, staring at the c***k in the wall. It had been weeks and I’d been frozen in a trance ever since I overheard about Alpha Kieran’s decision to kill me.
My hands rested on my belly where my unborn child lay peacefully, untouched by the fear gnawing at my chest. This was the only reason I hadn’t completely fallen apart.
Suddenly, a soft knock broke the silence.
I didn’t dare to move an inch. My heart pounded as I instinctively covered my stomach, shielding the small bump with trembling fingers. The door creaked open before I could respond and my breath hitched.
“Your breakfast, Lady Mira,” the maid said politely, bowing as she stepped inside.
