Betrayed by My Ex, Marked by His Alpha Emperor Brother Chapter 113

Elara’s POV

Gray.

Everything was gray.

Not the soft gray of morning fog or the warm gray of chimney smoke. This was the gray of nothing. Of absence. The color the world beca when everything that mattered had been stripped away.

I opened my eyes—or thought I did. There was no difference between open and closed. The sa endless, featureless expanse stretched in every direction. No sky above. No ground below. Just a thick, still mist that seed to breathe on its own, pressing against my skin like damp wool.

Silence.

Not quiet. Silence. The absolute, suffocating kind. No heartbeat thudding in my ears. No rush of blood through veins. No breath. I pressed my hand flat against my chest and felt nothing. No rise. No fall. No rhythm beneath my ribs.

I knew this place.

I’d been here before—once, when the fever had nearly taken . When the Moon Goddess herself had appeared in this threshold between worlds, her silver hair cascading like liquid starlight, her ancient eyes holding the weight of every wolf who had ever lived and died under her gaze. She had spoken to then. Guided . Returned .

But this ti, the mist was empty.

"Hello?"

My voice didn’t echo. It didn’t carry. The word left my lips and was imdiately swallowed, consud by the gray as if sound itself was unwelco here.

I turned in a slow circle. Nothing. No shimr of divine light. No familiar presence waiting in the fog.

No warmth.

That was what hit first. The absence of warmth. Because always—always—even in sleep, even in pain, even in the worst monts of my life, there had been a steady, golden heat curled at the base of my consciousness. A presence. A heartbeat beside my heartbeat. A second soul breathing in tandem with mine.

Moonlight.

"Moonlight?"

I reached inward. Not with my hands—with that deeper sense. The one I’d carried since I was barely more than a child. The invisible tether that connected to the wolf spirit who shared my body, my blood, my very existence. I reached for her the way you’d reach for soone’s hand in the dark. Certain they’d be there. Certain your fingers would close around theirs.

My fingers closed around nothing.

The tether was gone.

Not frayed. Not stretched thin. Gone. As if the rope between us had been cut so cleanly that even the mory of its fibers had been erased. Where Moonlight had always lived—that warm golden corner of my soul—there was only a hollow. A cavity. Cold and smooth and utterly vacant, like a room that had been emptied of every piece of furniture, every scrap of fabric, every trace that anyone had ever lived there at all.

"Moonlight!"

Louder now. Desperate. I spun again, searching the mist for any flicker of gold. Any whisper of fur. Any sign that she was here, sowhere, hiding, hurt, waiting for to find her.

Nothing answered.

I dropped to my knees. The impact should have hurt, but there was no ground to strike. I simply... sank. Settled. Knelt in the gray nothing with my hands pressed over the place where my heart should have been beating.

She was gone.

The understanding ca slowly, like frost spreading across glass. Each crystalline tendril of comprehension worse than the last. The poison. That unnatural compound they’d forced into my blood—it hadn’t just weakened . It hadn’t just stolen my strength or my healing or my ability to shift. It had reached deeper than that. Down into the marrow. Down into the bond itself. And it had severed it.

"No." The word was barely a breath. "No, no, no—"

Since I was thirteen years old, she had been with . My first shift. My first howl. The silver flash of her spirit racing alongside mine through moonlit forests that existed only in the space between our shared consciousness. She had been there for every heartbreak, every triumph, every mont of terror and every fragile dawn of hope. She was not rely a wolf spirit dwelling inside . She was the other half of my soul.

And they had killed her.

"I’m sorry." The words cracked apart on my tongue. Tears slid down my cheeks—or whatever passed for cheeks in this bodiless place. "Moonlight, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t stop them. I tried—I tried—"

But I hadn’t tried hard enough. Had I? Bound and poisoned and helpless in that filthy room while the compound ate through my veins like acid, dissolving the connection thread by thread, and I hadn’t been strong enough to hold on.

I bent forward until my forehead touched the nothingness beneath , and I wept. Silently. Completely. The kind of grief that empties you out and leaves only the shell behind. For her. For the part of myself I would never get back.

Ti didn’t exist here. Minutes. Hours. I had no way to know how long I stayed folded in on myself, drowning in the absence. The mist pressed closer. Thicker. As if the gray itself was trying to absorb . Make part of the nothing.

Then sothing cut through the grief like a blade.

My hands.

They had moved on their own—sliding from my chest down to my belly. Pressing flat against the slight curve there. And even without a heartbeat, even without any supernatural sense remaining, sothing primitive and raw and utterly human ignited in the hollow of my chest.

The baby.

My breath caught. Or whatever this place’s version of breathing was. Terror flooded in where grief had been, sharp and ice-cold.

The poison. It had been in my blood. My blood fed the tiny life growing inside . Every drop of the toxic compound that had shattered Moonlight’s connection had also been flowing through the cord that kept my child alive.

"Please." I pressed harder against my stomach. Searching for... anything. A flutter. A warmth. So maternal instinct that would tell what my dead senses could not. "Please be okay. Please, please—"

Nothing. The gray gave nothing back.

But the terror did sothing the grief hadn’t managed. It pulled upright. Dragged to my feet with the rciless efficiency of a battle-hardened commander hauling a fallen soldier out of the mud. Because I could lie here and mourn Moonlight until the mist swallowed whole. I could dissolve into this threshold between living and dying and never face the wreckage waiting on the other side.

Or I could fight.

Not for myself. Not for the power I’d lost or the wolf I’d never run with again. For the child I carried. For Valerius, who was sowhere out there with his dark gold eyes and his too-serious face, waiting for his mother to co ho. For the family I had nearly died trying to protect.

I started walking.

There was no direction in this place. No landmarks. No path. Just the endless gray pressing in from all sides, thick enough to taste—like wet stone and old ashes. Each step felt like wading through deep water. My body—if I even had a body here—felt impossibly heavy. Sluggish. Ordinary. Like trying to run a race wearing chains.

This is what mortal feels like, I thought. This is what it ans to be completely, irrevocably human.

The realization almost brought to my knees again. But I kept moving. One foot. Then the other. Again. Again.

I walked until my legs ached with phantom exhaustion. Until the mist began to thin—so gradually I almost didn’t notice. The gray shifting. Lightening. Warming from ash to pearl to sothing that almost resembled dawn.

Then I saw it.

A door. Or rather, the shape of one—an archway carved from light itself. Pale gold. Steady and warm as a hearth fire. It stood alone in the mist, attached to nothing, leading to nothing visible. But the warmth pouring from it was real. The first real warmth I’d felt since waking in this void.

I moved toward it. Faster now. Almost stumbling.

And then the voice ca.

Not from the door. Not from the mist. From inside my skull—resonating in the empty place where Moonlight had once lived. Deep. Ancient. Neither male nor female. It vibrated through my bones like the low toll of an ancient temple bell.

"I have protected what matters most to thee. Return to them. They are waiting for thy return."