Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose. Chapter 309: Never too late with her

Leilani.

First ca silence, a never ending silence. Then ca pain.

I knew no other feeling besides pain for so long that I had beco so accustod to it, it beca a part of . And sotis, a few tis where I’d lose hope and wait patiently for my death, the pain would subside only to be replaced with a weird kind of chill.

—That or the annoying sound of one of my mates calling out to .

For the past couple of —days? Months? Hours? I had no idea of ti anymore— I had grown too used to and had beco quite dependent on that quiet voice at the back of my head. The one that claims to have always been there but had been too far away for to hear; So today, when she whispered to to open my eyes, I didn’t question her.

I didn’t complain about how many tis I had tried to do that in the past, I simply did as told and gasped when my eyelids fluttered open to reveal a crisp white ceiling.

A frown ford on my face when I felt my chest burning, but that wasn’t all. My throat was burning too. My body felt like I’d jumped from a three-storey building and the chaos happening all around made instinctively begin to question if world war three was already happening.

"Lani?" A soft voice that sounded sowhat shocked yet familiar called to , and as soon as I turned to the sound, half-expecting it to be Zevran or perhaps even Jarek, I was annoyed to see that it was Caelum instead.

I frowned.

His brows were drawn together in a look of worry and his hands trembled slightly when he pushed them forward carefully to examine my temple, my cheek, my eyes...

"Let go, I can do just fine!" I rasped, swatting his hands off .

The sound of my voice caused the others in the room to turn to and my breath hitched when both Zevran and Darius looked over— not like I cared about Darius anyway.

My main focus was on Zevran.

Zevran the man whose voice would always slip through the cracks of my fuzzy mind. Zevran who didn’t leave my side for a mont... Yes, him and Kael.

Where the fuck is Kael?

Just then, I saw him standing to the side, his eyes portraying nothing but horror. His response to being awake shocked to no end and I balked, waving my hands dismissively just as Darius drawled;

"Leilani, et—"

"Miranda. I know who she is," I rasped through gritted teeth, feeling slightly confused, "...however, I don’t understand how or why I know her, but it feels like I’ve t her before."

As soon as I said that, a look of horror appeared on the said Miranda’s face. It rivalled the ones on Zevran’s and Kael’s faces and at the sa ti, annoyed so much that I found myself saying;

"What the hell is wrong with all of you?" then glancing at the door, I added; "...and Maya, why are you just standing there? Is sothing wrong with ?"

For a mont, nobody moved. Nobody said a thing or even gave sothing as little as a smile.

I groaned when a strange kind of head-splitting headache tore through my skull, and do you know what was funny?

The fact that no one tried to help.

I frowned again. "What is the matter? Do I look different?"

But no one responded. Until Maya spoke;

"Your eyes... they are blue."

Huh? Blue?

I blinked. "What do you an by my eyes are blue?"

However, just as I asked that, they all sighed. Their faces rested and Maya rushed over to wrap her arms around my still trembling shoulders, her face buried into my hair as she whispered; "They’re no longer blue. They now look... normal."

Her words made no sense to , but at the mont, all I could think about was how good it felt to have her arms around one more ti. How nice it was to be out of that dark place... how good it felt to feel sothing other than pain for a change.

I asked; "Where is Chalice?"

Maybe they’ve all been waiting for to ask that... or maybe it was just my head shoving weird thoughts into my mind; But all I know is that as soon as I asked that, everyone visibly relaxed even more; then Zevran said; "She is in labor... her baby—"

"Ca a little too early," I began to say but stopped when Kael glanced at his phone once and sighed.

"She is no longer in labor but has given birth to a baby boy."

I froze then a very small smile spread across my face. "Really?"

—

Chalice.

One minute I was feeling like I was about to die, and the next, I was feeling nothing but peace and thanking the moon goddess for answering my prayers even though it was for the very first ti since we’ve ever t.

I however, never got enough of a chance to thank her enough because soon, the pain slamd back into my midriff, a lot harder than it did before.

But I could no longer cry out. I could no longer scream or curse or hate myself for being in this situation. Hell, I could only grit my teeth and hope it ends quickly.

And it did.

One minute, I was on my cell floor begging for death, and the next, I was on a hospital bed, chewing on my bottom lip so badly that it bled while a midwife and a doctor tried all they could to pry the peasant child out of my vagina.

The process was pure agony— I do not recomnd— and at the end of the day, guess what?

A child was pulled out of .

A child as big as Louis. As ugly as Louis too, and I knew at once that even though things had turned out differently and I was still with the triplets as their Luna, I could never have been able to convince them that this baby was theirs, because from first glance, he didn’t look like them.

He didn’t even bear the mark of royalty or sll like an Alpha pup would.

He was a splitting image of his shitty accursed father!

And I already hate him for it.