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Comrade 72

Inside the packhouse, everything seemed too still, as if waiting for something to break the silence.

Tiana stood at the doorway to Valen’s room, a slight frown on her face. She wasn’t sure what had made her curious, but something had been bothering her about him ever since he arrived at the pack. Valen was too composed, too charming, with just the right amount of mystery around him to make anyone question his true intentions. She had to know more, and if that meant snooping through his things, then so be it.

With a quick glance down the hallway to make sure no one was coming, she quietly slipped inside. Her heart beat a little faster as she stepped carefully, her eyes scanning the room for anything out of the ordinary. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Eva’s judgment, but something about Valen had unsettled her ever since the night he’d first arrived. There was a coldness behind his charming smile, a hidden agenda that she couldn’t put her finger on.

She moved to his desk first, her fingers brushing over the books and papers scattered across it. Her gaze lingered over the objects, each one seemingly ordinary, but Tiana’s instincts screamed at her that there was more than met the eye.

Then she saw it—a small, silver pendant resting atop a stack of papers. The rune carved into it was unmistakable. It was a blood rune, used by vampires to signify loyalty, binding, and sometimes even control. The moment she laid eyes on it, her pulse quickened, and she grabbed it with trembling fingers, holding it up to examine the intricate details.

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath. “What is this?”

She stuffed the pendant into her pocket, her heart hammering in her chest as she turned to leave. But just as she was about to exit, she heard footsteps approaching from down the hall. Tiana’s eyes widened, and she quickly slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her as quietly as she could.

She leaned against the wall, her breath coming out in quick, shallow gasps. She had to tell Eva. This was bigger than her suspicions. The pendant meant something, and Valen’s connection to it couldn’t be ignored.

As Tiana hurried down the hallway, she spotted Dany standing at the end, an amused look on his face.

“You know you shouldn’t touch other people’s stuff, right?” he called out to her, raising an eyebrow.

Tiana rolled her eyes, but her expression was serious. “So is trusting hot strangers with jawlines that sharp,” she shot back, walking past him with a huff.

Dany chuckled softly but followed her. “You found something?” he asked, his tone more curious than anything else.

Tiana stopped, turning to face him. She couldn’t hide the worry in her eyes. “There’s something off about him,” she said, her voice lower now, almost a whisper. “I don’t know what it is, but I don’t trust him.”

Dany stepped closer, his expression thoughtful. “Are you sure it’s just not the fact that he’s… well, Valen? That he just happens to be way too charming for your sister?”

Tiana bit her lip, looking at the floor for a moment before meeting his gaze again. “I’m sure. It’s something deeper. I just don’t know what. But Eva’s too blinded by her feelings for him. She’s not seeing it.”

Dany raised an eyebrow. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

Tiana hesitated, her fingers itching to show Dany the pendant she’d found, but she knew she needed to go to Eva first. She needed to hear her thoughts on it. “I have to talk to her. She deserves to know. If there’s even a chance that Valen’s hiding something, then I’m not letting her walk into it blind.”

As the two of them walked toward Eva’s room, Tiana’s heart sank. She could already feel the weight of what she had to say pressing down on her chest. Eva had been through so much already. Could she really handle the truth if Valen was hiding something so dangerous?

When they reached Eva’s door, Tiana knocked softly, trying to gather her thoughts. It took a moment before Eva’s voice came from inside.

“Come in,” she called, sounding exhausted.

Tiana opened the door and stepped inside, Dany following close behind. Eva was sitting on her bed, her legs crossed, a tired expression on her face as she flipped through a book. She looked up when they entered, offering a small smile. “What’s going on? You both look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Tiana took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she had to say. “Eva, I think there’s something you need to see,” she began, her voice unsteady.

Eva tilted her head, clearly confused. “What’s wrong?”

Tiana pulled the pendant from her pocket, holding it out toward her sister. “I found this in Valen’s room,” she said quietly, watching Eva’s reaction carefully.

Eva stared at the pendant, her face falling as she recognized the blood rune. “Where did you find this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“In his room,” Tiana replied, her words weighted with concern. “And I don’t think it’s just a decoration.”

Eva’s stomach dropped as she looked at the pendant in her sister’s hand. She turns it around, and realizes it’s a pendant. When she opened it, they all gasped.

“No,” Tiana whispered.

Dany gulps and turns to Eva. “It’s Danielle’s. Why does he have her picture?”

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Princess Evangeline of Morwyn sat in the quiet waiting room of the royal physician’s office, her mind a whirlwind of fear and fragile hope. The grand palace, bathed in soft afternoon light, felt both like a home and a cage. She had been married to Crown Prince Sebastian of Valdris for three years, but their union was nothing more than a political arrangement—an alliance forged by their fathers to secure peace between their lands.

From the very beginning, Sebastian made it clear that his marriage to Evangeline was purely out of duty, not affection. They slept in separate chambers, exchanged only polite words in public, and maintained a cold civility that masked the emptiness beneath. Evangeline had once dreamed that time might change things, that she might earn his heart, but years of distance had buried that hope deep inside her.

Recently, however, her body had begun to change. She felt nauseated in the mornings, dizzy, and uncommonly tired. These signs, though subtle, stirred a small flame of longing within her—a desperate wish that she might finally be carrying his child. Perhaps, she thought, a baby could soften Sebastian’s heart and give meaning to their lifeless marriage.

When the physician, Master Aldrich, appeared at the doorway, his kind smile gave her both comfort and dread. He led her into his study, a cozy room filled with the scent of herbs, the warmth of a crackling fire, and shelves of ancient medical texts. Evangeline sat nervously as the old man took a sealed parchment from his desk.

With a gentle voice, Master Aldrich delivered the news that would change everything: “Your Highness, I’m delighted to tell you that you are indeed expecting.”

Evangeline’s breath caught in her throat. Her trembling hands broke the royal seal and scanned the words written neatly across the parchment. Pregnant. She was truly with child. Before she could even absorb the shock, Master Aldrich continued, beaming with joy—she was not carrying just one baby, but twins.

The revelation sent a rush of emotion through her—relief, disbelief, joy. Twins! Two heirs for the royal family. The weight of that realization made her dizzy, but it also filled her with warmth and purpose. For the first time in years, she smiled with genuine happiness. Perhaps this was the miracle she needed to mend what had long been broken.

In that moment, she imagined Sebastian’s face lighting up with pride and excitement. She pictured him embracing her, maybe even thanking her. The thought filled her with renewed courage. She thanked Master Aldrich graciously and insisted that she would tell Sebastian the news herself. This moment, she decided, must belong to them alone.

Walking through the grand marble corridors of the palace, Evangeline’s heart felt light for the first time in years. Servants bowed as she passed, but she hardly noticed them—her mind was focused only on Sebastian and the life growing inside her. She wanted to see him, to share the joy, to believe that maybe, just maybe, love could still bloom between them.

As she approached the door of Sebastian’s private study, her steps quickened. She called out softly, “Sebastian! My lord, I have the most wonderful news to—”

But her voice faltered.

Through the half-open door, Evangeline froze at the sight before her. Her husband stood with Lady Cordelia Ashworth, daughter of the Duke of Greymont, wrapped in his arms. The woman’s fiery red hair cascaded over Sebastian’s shoulders as he held her close. Evangeline’s heart stopped when she saw him tilt Cordelia’s chin upward and press his lips to hers—a tender, passionate kiss filled with the warmth and love she had begged the heavens for all these years.

It was everything she had ever wanted—and it wasn’t hers.

For a long, unbearable second, Evangeline could only stare. The parchment with her pregnancy confirmation still trembled in her hand. Then, in a broken whisper, she said his name: “Sebastian…”

The Crown Prince turned sharply, surprise flashing across his features before being quickly masked by his usual calm. Cordelia paled and stepped back, though Sebastian’s arm lingered protectively around her waist.

“Evangeline,” he said evenly, as though she were a stranger interrupting him, “what brings you here?”

Her throat tightened. She forced herself to stand tall, even as tears burned behind her eyes. “I… I live here,” she managed, her voice quivering. “I’m your wife.”

Sebastian’s cold gaze didn’t soften. “Is there something you need?” he asked, the same way he might address a court official.

Something inside Evangeline broke. Just minutes ago, she had been radiant with hope, ready to tell him that she carried his children—the future of his line. But now, staring at the indifference in his eyes and the woman in his arms, she realized the truth she had avoided for too long.

He would never love her. Not even their unborn children could change that.

A calmness settled over her—a cold, regal resolve that masked the chaos in her chest. Straightening her shoulders, Evangeline met his gaze with all the dignity her title demanded.

“Yes, my lord,” she said clearly. “There is something I need.”

Sebastian raised a brow, perhaps expecting her to plead, to cry, to beg for an explanation. Instead, she spoke words that shattered the silence of the study.

“I want an annulment.”

Both Sebastian and Cordelia froze. The shock in their eyes was almost satisfying. Cordelia gasped aloud, pressing a hand to her mouth, while Sebastian’s expression turned dark and unreadable.

“What did you say?” he asked in a dangerously quiet voice.

Evangeline’s chin lifted higher. Her hands no longer trembled. “You heard me perfectly,” she said. “I want our marriage annulled.”

In that instant, the timid princess who had once waited for scraps of affection was gone. What remained was a woman who had found her strength—not through her husband’s love, but through the pain he had caused.

Inside, she knew she carried the next heirs of the throne—his heirs—but she would not allow that to bind her to a man who treated her like a political pawn. She would raise her children with dignity, even if she had to walk away from the palace to do it.

The silence that followed was heavy, filled with the crackle of the fireplace and the unspoken consequences of her declaration. But Evangeline didn’t wait for a reply. Gathering her skirts, she turned toward the door, her heart broken yet unburdened.

Her steps echoed through the marble halls as she walked away from the man who had never seen her—and toward the freedom she was finally claiming for herself.

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