Freyah.
The Day of Birth.
The air itself feels armored.
Protection presses against the palace walls like an invisible fortress. Alpha King Gillian has doubled the guards… inside and out. Every corridor stands lined with warriors. Every window is sealed with reinforced sigils. Every entrance is layered with steel, magic, and blood-bound oaths.
The kingdom is locked down.
Yet despite all of that…
The real battle is here.
Inside me.
The contractions began hours ago. Each one rises like a tidal force… tightening, burning, dragging life from the deepest core of my womb. The pain does not come in gentle waves.
It strikes.
Fast. Heavy. Charged with the ancient current that runs through my veins.
Golden Blood does not bring forth life quietly.
It erupts.
Gillian has not left my side,
