Phoebe’s POV
We embraced for what felt like forever before finally pulling apart, and then Marcela shared the news she’d been dreading to tell me.
"I know you won’t want to hear this, but your body isn’t strong enough for this pregnancy." She gripped my hands tightly. "Please, Phoebe. The king thrives when you’re by his side—don’t put yourself and him through this."
I pulled my hands away, refusing to listen.
My stubbornness was taking over.
But Marcela wouldn’t back down. She’d examined me earlier and knew exactly what she was talking about. There was no room for denial anymore.
Every day we delayed made things more dangerous for me.
"Phoebe, forgive me for being blunt, but I examined you this morning." Marcela’s head shook with regret. "This pregnancy will kill you. I’m so sorry. Your life is at stake." Then she delivered the cruelest blow yet. "You won’t survive the delivery—hell, you won’t even make it to full term. If you both die, what good does your sacrifice do?"
I bit down hard on my lip, desperate to argue with her.
I wanted to insist I could handle it. That I’d survive. But somewhere deep inside, I knew she was right.
Marcela would never joke about something this serious. She wouldn’t lie to me. Well, she had once, but only to spare my feelings.
"I’m sorry. I’m so sorry..." Marcela pulled me close as I sobbed against her chest. "I’m sorry. I wish there was something I could do to fix this. I wish I could make it better for you. I’m sorry I can’t help. I’m completely useless."
I shook my head, not wanting her to blame herself. This wasn’t her fault.
"I’m sorry I lied to you and caused you this heartbreak with my poor judgment." Tears streamed down Marcela’s face too. She felt my anguish, though she could never truly understand its depths. She wasn’t walking in my shoes, so it would be wrong to claim she did.
But I couldn’t stop the tears. My chest felt crushed, and even though exhaustion consumed me, I couldn’t let go. The weight of it all pressed down on me.
——
Fiona’s pregnancy earned her a special exemption—she didn’t have to wear the silver bracelet since it would harm her baby.
Honestly, Fiona didn’t care. She wanted to get rid of whatever was growing inside her as quickly as possible.
But this was their insurance policy. They could use the baby as leverage against Allen when needed, but without it, they’d be powerless—nothing left to negotiate with.
Right now, they were staying at Alpha Murphy’s pack house in Whitestone Pack. Tomorrow they’d march on the palace.
The warriors were housed in the warriors’ quarters, but treated like prisoners. The other warriors stared at them with open hostility since they came from Valerium kingdom.
"Don’t go wandering around tonight," Allen warned before leaving Reginald and Fiona alone in her room. Alpha Sterling had taken the room next door.



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