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Comrade 118

Comrade 118

The Crescent Pack had been on high alert ever since the first whispers of danger had spread. Eva sat in her chamber, her eyes staring out the window, watching the moon rise, but her thoughts were elsewhere. She felt the weight of every decision she had ever made bearing down on her, like the world was closing in. The twins, Caelum and Silas, were asleep in their nursery, but Eva couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Something was coming, something worse than anything she had faced before.

Then came the knock. A soft, urgent sound that barely registered in her mind until the door opened.

Max entered, his face strained with worry. He looked at her, but Eva could see the battle behind his eyes. His jaw was clenched tightly, his hands fisted at his sides. There was something he wasn’t telling her.

“What’s wrong?” Eva asked, though she already knew the answer.

Max’s voice was tight, controlled. “Georgina has been freed.”

The words hit Eva like a physical blow. She felt the air rush out of her lungs, her chest tightening with anger, fear, and a sense of betrayal that she couldn’t place. “What do you mean, freed? By who?”

Max took a deep breath, his eyes dark with frustration. “One of the Silverstone elders. Someone from within our own pack.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he continued, “They opened her cell. They let her go.”

Eva’s blood ran cold. The weight of his words settled into her bones, cold and unforgiving. Georgina—her mother—had already betrayed her once. But now, there was someone else, someone in her own home, someone who had been a part of her life for years, turning against them. The betrayal stung more deeply than she could have imagined.

“Where is she now?” Eva demanded, rising to her feet. Her voice was steady, but the fury in her eyes spoke volumes. Max shook his head slowly, his lips tight with frustration.

“She took Silas. She’s gone.”

The room seemed to tilt, spinning around Eva as she gripped the edge of the table to steady herself. Her world, her family, was shattering. She had just started to heal, to build something solid, something unbreakable with Max, with her sons, and now this. Her mother—Georgina—had taken the one thing she had promised to protect above all else: her child. The betrayal, the threat of losing Silas, was unbearable.

Eva’s eyes went cold. She took a slow breath, her mind reeling with the implications. Georgina wasn’t just a mother. She was a weapon. A weapon that had already done enough damage. She couldn’t allow her to take Silas. She couldn’t. Not again.

Suddenly, there was another knock at the door. Tiana, her twin sister, stormed in without waiting for a response. Her face was pale, her eyes wild with panic.

“They’re gone. She’s gone. Georgina took him!” Tiana’s voice was raw, cracking under the weight of her emotion. Her hands trembled as she reached for Eva, her breath coming in short gasps. “I should have killed her when I had the chance. I should have—”

“No.” Eva’s voice cut through Tiana’s words like a blade. She reached for her sister, her hands steady despite the storm raging inside her. “You couldn’t have known. None of us could have known.”

But Tiana wasn’t listening. She pulled away, her eyes blazing with fury. “You don’t get it, Eva. We’ve been betrayed. And I let it happen. I let her live. I should have done it. I should have ended it, before she could hurt you. Hurt Silas. Hurt us all.”

Eva stared at her sister, her heart breaking for Tiana. She understood the feeling—this was not just about Silas. It was about their entire family. Their past. The years of secrets and lies that had destroyed so much. She had been blind to it, too, and now they were paying the price.

The rage inside Eva flared up, hot and fierce, and before she could stop herself, she collapsed onto the floor, the weight of her emotions crashing down on her. Her body shook as tears welled in her eyes, but they wouldn’t fall. Not yet. She wasn’t going to let herself break, not in front of her family. She had made too many mistakes already.

“I let my past steal my future,” she whispered, her voice shaking with the force of the words. It was true. She had been so focused on her past—her mother, the pain, the mistakes—that she had let it consume her. Now, her son was in danger because of it. She had failed him. She had failed them all.

Max dropped to his knees beside her, his hands steady as he gripped her shoulders. “Eva,” he whispered, his voice low but filled with understanding. “We can fix this. We will fix this.”

Her heart clenched at the tenderness in his voice, but the anger that burned in her chest wouldn’t let her relax. Not yet. “How? How can we fix this, Max? We’ve been betrayed by someone in our own pack. Someone who was supposed to be on our side. Georgina is gone, and so is Silas. We’ve lost everything.”

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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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