|| Lilac’s POV ||

The forest blurred around me as I sprinted toward the packhouse, my bare feet slapping against the damp earth. Endora's words echoed in my skull with every frantic heartbeat— pregnant, mate, curse, heir, throne. The afternoon sun filtered through the canopy, dappling the path ahead, but all I could see was Alaric's face when I'd tell him.

Would his eyes light up with joy? Would his strong hands tremble as they touched my stomach to find the trace of a tiny ...