My Alpha Let Me Raise His Bastard—Did He Forget I’m Royal novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

That night, Draven didn’t let me go back to the bedroom.

He dragged me through the hallway and shoved me into the healer’s courtyard.

The smell of herbs hit me hard—thick enough to choke on. The old healer stood at his workbench, stirring something in a bowl—dark green liquid, bubbling, foaming weird.

“What is that?” I stared at the bowl.

Draven didn’t answer. He raised his hand. Two guards rushed up from behind and grabbed me. One on each side.

“Draven! What the hell are you doing?!” I fought hard, but their hands were like iron clamps.

“Sterilization brew.” The old healer’s voice was raspy. “Drink it. You’ll never get pregnant again.”

My blood went cold. “No! You can’t—”

Draven crouched down. Reached out like he wanted to touch my face. I jerked my head away hard.

“Elysia, this is for your own good.” His voice was soft. Gentle. Like he was coaxing a child. “Your wolf’s asleep. Your body can’t handle carrying an Alpha heir. Better to be safe than sorry. It’s healthier this way.”

“Bullshit!” I glared at him. “My wolf’s asleep because you’ve been poisoning me!”

His breathing stopped. Just for a second. Something flashed in his eyes. But it was gone in an instant. Replaced by hurt.

“Poison? Elysia, you’re overthinking. Your wolf’s asleep because of the pregnancy. Nothing to do with me.”

He reached out and brushed the hair off my forehead. Gentle. Like I was something fragile.

“Besides, now we can focus on raising Mortis. He’ll make a great heir.”

He stood up. Nodded at the healer.

“And no matter what, you’ll always be my one and only Luna.”

The two guards grabbed my face and pried my mouth open.

When that disgusting stuff poured in, I tried to spit it out. But they pinched my nose shut. Forced me to swallow.

“No… don’t…”

The second that liquid hit my stomach, my lower abdomen felt like it was on fire. Thousands of knives inside. Twisting. Gouging. Cutting.

I curled up on the floor. Shaking from the pain. Cold sweat soaked through my clothes. The pain kept getting worse. Tearing me into pieces from the inside.

“Draven…” I used the last bit of strength I had to look up at him.

“I hate you… I hate you…”

Then everything went black.

—

When I woke up, I was in my own bed.

A day had passed.

My body still hurt. But that tearing pain was gone. I lay there. Hand pressed against my lower abdomen. Knowing nothing would ever be there again.

Never again.

I pushed open the door. Walked into the hallway.

A few black garbage bags sat outside Silvain’s door. I crouched down and looked—his toys, his clothes, his drawings. All in there.

A new sign hung on the door: Mortis’s Room.

The master bedroom door was closed. Lilith’s voice came from inside. Soft. Putting Mortis to bed.

I wanted to smash everything in front of me. But I held back.

“Settling in pretty fast.”

Lilith walked out of the master bedroom. Holding a delicate necklace. The pendant was a tiny crystal bottle filled with grayish-white powder.

My blood froze.

That was Silvain’s ashes. After the cremation, I kept a small bottle. Wanted to keep him close.

“What are you doing with that?” My voice was shaking.

Lilith’s fingers traced the pendant. A little smile curled at the corner of her mouth. The kind I’d seen in those photos.

Draven’s eyes suddenly lit up.

“And you know what? An envoy from the Moonscarred Pack is coming! This is our chance to ally with the royal pack!”

He grabbed my hand. Didn’t even notice the look on my face.

“Go get changed. We have to make a good impression on the royal envoy tonight. The whole pack’s future depends on it!”

My phone buzzed.

I looked down.

Galahad was here.

I put my phone away. Nodded at Draven.

“Okay. I’ll go change.”

Draven smiled. Satisfied. “That’s better. Tonight’s a historic moment for our pack.”

I turned around. Walked toward the back door.

In the clearing behind the hill, a black helicopter sat quietly. A middle-aged man in a black suit stood by the cabin door—Beta Galahad.

“Princess.” Galahad bowed slightly. “His Majesty asked me to give you this.”

He handed me a tiny crystal bottle. Inside was silver liquid. Glowing faintly like moonlight.

“The antidote. For the wolfsbane.”

I took the bottle. Tipped my head back and drank it all.

The second that liquid slid down my throat, something that had been asleep inside me suddenly woke up.

Three years—my white wolf finally opened her eyes.

I smiled.

“Let’s go. Draven’s still waiting to welcome the royal envoy.”