Third Person’s POV

The late sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the training grounds near the packhouse. Alpha Kael stood beside a sleek black car, his arms crossed as he observed Princess Rachelle sitting nervously in the driver’s seat.

"Relax," Kael instructed, his voice even but firm. "Ease into it. The car moves with you, not against you."

Rachelle gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white. "I'm trying, Alpha, but this thing is terrifying!" she whined, pouting slightly as she flicked her eyes toward him.

A small smirk played on Kael’s lips. "It’s just a car, Princess. You can command it the same way you do people—with confidence."

Rachelle huffed but nodded, pressing her foot on the gas pedal tentatively. The car lurched forward, making her yelp in panic. She jerked the wheel to the side, narrowly missing a boulder on the dirt road.

"Focus!” Kael barked, his hand hovering near the wheel, ready to take control if necessary. "Watch where you’re going!"

But Rachelle’s fear got the better of her. She saw the massive tree ahead and panicked, her hands tightening around the wheel in a death grip. The car was going too fast. It was heading straight for the tree.

"Alpha!" she screamed, her foot slamming on the gas instead of the brakes.

Kael cursed under his breath. In one swift motion, he lunged forward, grabbing the wheel. But instead of steering them into the tree—which would undoubtedly cause injury to Rachelle—he twisted the wheel at the last second, redirecting the car.

Right toward Meredith.

She stood a few feet from the tree, unaware of what was happening until the sound of screeching tires filled the air.

Her heart stopped.

The car was coming straight for her.

She barely had time to react before the impact sent her body flying.

Pain exploded through her as she hit the ground hard. The sharp crack of her skull against the earth sent shockwaves through her entire being, but it was the searing agony in her abdomen that made her gasp.

Blood.

It was pooling beneath her, warm and thick, soaking into the ground. A sharp pain tore through her belly, and her trembling hands moved instinctively to her lower abdomen.

No.

No, no, no.

She knew what was happening even before she felt the dull, hollow ache inside her. She was losing her baby. Again.

A strangled sob escaped her lips, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Her wolf whimpered inside her, weak and broken, unable to do anything to stop it.

Her vision blurred, but through the haze of pain and dizziness, she could make out Kael’s towering form. Relief flickered through her for half a second.

But then she saw where he was kneeling. Not beside her. Not even looking at her.

"Are you okay, my love?" Kael’s voice was filled with concern—but not for her.

He was cradling Rachelle, running his hands over her arms, checking her for injuries. Rachelle, who had nothing more than a few scrapes and bruises.

"Call the doctor! She has scratches!" Kael roared.

Meredith’s stomach churned. Scratches.

She let out a weak, bitter laugh, though it sounded more like a ragged breath. Her vision swam, the pain intensifying, but she forced herself to look at him. To really see him.

This was the man she had once loved. The man she had sacrificed everything for. And yet, here he was, tending to another woman while she bled out on the cold, hard ground. Her wolf whimpered again, but this time, it wasn’t just from pain. It was from betrayal.

"Alpha," a voice called—Beta Lucas. He had rushed over, his face pale as he took in the sight of Meredith’s blood soaking the ground. "Alpha, Meredith is bleeding heavily. She—"

"Get her a doctor," Kael interrupted, his voice cold, impatient. "I don’t have time for this right now."

He didn’t even look at her. Meredith felt something inside her break. Not just her body. Not just the loss of her child.

Her spirit. Kael had already abandoned her.

A sob bubbled up in her throat, but she swallowed it down. She had cried enough over him. She had wasted too much of her heart on a man who never saw her, never truly cared.

Her fingers trembled as she reached for the last thread of strength she had left.

Her father.

Her mind was slipping, the darkness closing in, but she forced the mind-link open, her thoughts reaching out into the abyss.

"I’m sorry, Dad... I misunderstood you before. I’m sorry for believing them over you. I should’ve known… If only I had time left, I would spend it with you.”

She felt a flicker of warmth, as if his presence was reaching back to her, but she knew it was too late.

"I’m sorry... I don’t think I’ll get the chance to see you again."

Third Person’s POV

The packhouse was eerily quiet when Alpha Kael returned. The familiar scent of dominance and power still clung to the walls, but something felt off. The absence of Meredith’s scent. He strode into their shared room, expecting to find her curled up in bed, broken and weak—exactly where she belonged. But the bed was untouched, the sheets still neatly arranged.

She wasn’t here.

Kael’s jaw clenched, irritation flashing through him. He would deal with her later. For now, he had other priorities.

With a frustrated sigh, he moved toward the wooden dresser, pulling open a drawer. He reached for the velvet box that held a necklace—one he had picked for Rachelle. She had been whining about jewelry again, and Kael, wanting to appease her, had planned to gift it to her tonight. But his fingers brushed against something unexpected.

A folder.

Frowning, he pulled it out and flipped it open. His sharp, golden eyes scanned the first few words on the medical document. Then his whole body went rigid.

Pregnancy Report.

His grip tightened on the edges of the paper as he read further. The date was recent. Only a few days old. His heart thundered in his chest. Meredith was pregnant. Again.

A curse ripped through him, the paper crumpling in his fist. No. She can’t have this child.

He had already made sure the first one never saw the light of day. He couldn’t allow this one to live either. His breathing grew heavier. He had been careful, ensuring Meredith never defied her place, never thought she could rise above what she was. And yet, she had been carrying his heir without his knowledge?

Anger burned hot in his veins. She needed to come back. Now.

Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone, dialing her number.

Ringing.

Again.

No answer.

Kael growled, his wolf bristling beneath his skin. Where the hell was she?

He tried again. Nothing. Frustrated, he dialed another number—a healer he knew from the western territories, one Meredith had been familiar with. When the call connected, a calm yet slightly nervous voice answered.

“Alpha Kael,” the healer greeted.

“Where is she?” His voice was clipped, demanding.

A slight pause. “Meredith?”

“No, the damn Moon Goddess,” he snapped. “Of course, Meredith! Tell her to pick up her damn phone. Now.”

The healer hesitated. Then came the words that made Kael’s blood freeze. “Alpha… Meredith was here. She was in the patient ward thirty minutes ago, but now she’s gone.”

Silence.

Kael’s fingers tightened around his phone, his knuckles turning white.

“What do you mean, gone?”

“I—I don’t know, Alpha. She was resting with… uh, but when I checked just now, she wasn’t there.”

A dark, menacing growl rumbled deep in Kael’s chest. His wolf stirred, furious, restless.

Meredith had disappeared? He forced himself to stay calm. “What about the pregnancy report?” he demanded. “I just found it in our room. Is it true?”

The healer hesitated. “She… hasn’t told you?” Kael didn’t respond, only waiting. “Yes, Alpha. Meredith was confirmed pregnant a week ago. And the child is healthy.”

The words crashed into him like a storm, sending an unsettling chill through his body.

His child. Another child. No.

He wouldn’t allow it. Before he could respond, the healer continued, almost too casually.

“I thought she would have shared the pregnancy news with you… along with the fact that she got her hearing back.”

Kael’s world tilted. “What did you just say?”

“That she got her hearing back. It happened about a week ago. You didn’t know?”

Kael barely heard the rest of the healer’s words. His entire body stiffened, the room spinning around him. Meredith. Could hear. For a whole week. He staggered slightly, his breath coming in sharp, shallow pants. How? How had he not noticed?

She had heard everything. Everything. His callous words. The way he dismissed her. The way he talked to Rachelle in his arms while she lay bleeding on the ground.

He swallowed, his throat dry. No.

That wasn’t the worst of it.

As if the Moon Goddess was toying with him, another blow came just moments later.

The television screen in his room flickered to life, a news broadcast filling the silence.

Kael barely paid attention—until he saw it.

The headline burned into his mind like a curse.

PRINCESS MEREDITH IN CRITICAL CONDITION AFTER DEVASTATING ACCIDENT.

His breath caught in his throat. His heart pounded, a sickening dread settling in his gut as the screen switched to an image.

A woman, unconscious in a hospital bed.

Her long, dark hair. Her delicate features.

His mind reeled.

Meredith?

No.

His Meredith was an omega. She had no royal blood.

Yet…

His eyes locked onto the screen, and realization slammed into him like a thousand bricks.

The princess of the Eastern Territory.

She looked just like her. Too much like her. And her name…

Meredith.