Chapter 137
Chapter 137
Valencia’s POV
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The heavy double doors creaked open as several guards entered, each carrying large boxes and trays filled with what looked like lavishly wrapped gifts.
Jaxon leaned back against the sofa, his smile lazy, his sharp blue eyes glittering with amusement. “Consider these a token of goodwill,” he said smoothly, gesturing toward the boxes. “A small gift from me to you.”
I didn’t trust him. Not for a second.
Aiden’s expression remained carefully neutral, but I could feel the tension radiating from him as he stood beside Anastasia. Then, without a word, he turned to one of the guards and said, “Show me to the bathroom.”
I blinked at the sudden request, but I knew what he was doing.
Aiden had been here plenty of times. He knew exactly where the bathroom was.
This was just a formality–a way to remove himself from the situation while subtly keeping up appearances.
Seven hesitated for a moment before stepping forward. “I’ll take him,” he volunteered, his voice steady.
I glanced at him, my instincts bristling at the idea of them being alone together, but Seven was smart. He wouldn’t do anything reckless.
I exhaled through my nose. “Alright. Don’t take too long.”
Seven nodded, his movements graceful as he led Aiden away, disappearing into the hall.
I turned back to Jaxon, who was now looking directly at Sir Joseph.
For the first time since arriving, Jaxon’s expression shifted–his smirk fading just slightly, his gaze unreadable.
“My condolences for your Alpha,” Jaxon said smoothly, still watching Sir Joseph carefully. “I was… preoccupied with pack matters and didn’t have the chance to send my regards earlier.”
Sir Joseph’s jaw tightened. His shoulders squared, his back straightening as his piercing eyes met Jaxon’s without a hint of warmth.
“Your concern is appreciated,” Sir Joseph replied, his voice perfectly measured, though I could hear the disgust lurking just beneath the surface.
Jaxon tilted his head, feigning curiosity. “I heard it was heart failure. So strange… An Alpha as strong as him, gone so soon. Makes one wonder-”
My patience snapped.
“There’s no need for you to wonder,” I interjected sharply, my gaze locking onto him. “We appreciate the invitation and your concern, but we are doing quite well.” I smiled coolly. “Is there anything else you need? Or will you be leaving soon?”
Jaxon’s smirk returned, slow and deliberate, like a predator toying with its prey.
“Oh? It seems you’re quite eager to push me out,” he mused, amusement flickering in his gaze. “And here I thought you might invite me to stay in this famous Silver Moon estate.”
I clenched my fists, my nails pressing into my palms as my irritation boiled just beneath the surface.
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Before I could respond, the doors burst open, and a guard rushed in, his expression frantic.
“Luna! There’s a huge problem.”
I shot to my feet instantly, thankful for a distraction.
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“What happened?” I demanded, my voice firm despite the cold dread seeping into my veins by the look on the guard’s face.
The guard barely took a breath before blurting, “Fire. A fire broke out on the fourth floor.”
My blood ran cold.
The world seemed to slow as his words sank in, and then-
Castor.
I didn’t think. I moved.
I broke into a sprint, the sound of my heels clicking violently against the marble floor as I rushed out of the room. Sir Joseph was instantly on my heels, along with the guard.
“Where exactly did it break out?!” I yelled as I ran, my breath coming fast and sharp.
The guard hesitated before answering. “Your room, Luna.”
Everything inside me froze–but my legs moved faster.
A sickening sense of déjà vu clawed at my chest.
The miscarriages.
The blood.
The loss.
Nova.
Astra.
Orion.
And now-
No.
My lungs burned as I pushed forward, ignoring the elevator entirely and taking the stairs three at a time.
I barely registered Aiden calling after me. I didn’t care.
The moment I reached the fourth floor, heat blasted into me.
Thick, blue–tinged flames licked at the walls, crawling up toward the ceiling. Smoke curled along the corridors, and the acrid scent of burning wood and fabric filled the air.
Servants and maids frantically worked to put it out, wielding fire extinguishers, but the flames roared back, unrelenting.
My vision blurred with panic as I saw the door to my bedroom nearly engulfed in flames.
Someone grabbed my arm–Sir Joseph–but I ripped myself free, my nails digging into his wrist as I tore forward.
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I barely heard his curse. I didn’t care.
I shoved through the door and into the inferno.
The heat should have burned. It should have hurt.
But it didn’t.
All I could see was the broken dom of the cot in the center of the room.
And the crack.
A deep, jagged fissure split Castor’s shell, dark smoke curling from the opening.
My breath caught.
“Castor?!” My voice broke as I lunged, scooping the egg into my arms.
His shell was warm. But not hot.
Not burned.
Not scorched.
I frowned, my pulse hammering as I looked around the room.
The flames still burned.
Yet-
They didn’t touch me.
They should have.
The fire roared, licking at the walls, consuming everything in its path.
But it didn’t consume me.
It didn’t hurt.
distant and strange, echoing softly.
I heard a sound–a giggle. A small, childlike laugh, distant and strange, echoing softly.
My grip on Castor’s egg tightened.
My eyes darted around wildly, but there was nothing. No child. No source.
And then-
The flames receded.
I watched, stunned, as the fire began pulling itself back, shrinking, curling inward until the flames simply vanished.
Smoke still clung to the air, the charred scent lingering. But the fire itself was gone.
I reached out, hesitantly brushing my fingers against a smoldering beam.
It should have burned.
But it didn’t.
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A choked breath left me
“Castor?” My voice was barely a whisper.
I felt it then–our bond hummed, a steady, rhythmic pulse, like the pluck of a stringed instrument.
A happy tune.
Dizzy, overwhelmed, 1 clutched the egg tighter.
Sir Joseph burst into the room, his eyes wild.
He skidded to a stop, staring in open disbelief.
1 blinked, my vision still hazy with confusion. “Your hand-” My eyes dropped to his palm, red with blistering burns. I gasped. “Oh my God. Did you burn yourself?!”
Sir Joseph’s gaze snapped to mine, his frustration palpable.
“How did you not?!” he growled.
I stared at him.
I had been in the fire.
I had touched it.
And yet-
I looked down at Castor’s shell, at the darkened crack, at the last wisp of smoke curling into nothingness.
Realization slammed into me.
My breath hitched. The fire had been blue. I hadn’t noticed in the hurry.
It couldn’t be, could it?
“Did Castor do this?”
