Marco’s POV I could feel my pulse quicken as I awaited the guard's response, my mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The safety of my guards and the integrity of the package were of paramount importance. The guard, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination, quickly began to recount the events. "The ambush was swift, Your Highness," the guard explained, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency. "The Crimson Pack attacked with ruthless precision, catching us off guard. Despite our best efforts to defend the package, they managed to overpower us. Some of our guards sustained injuries, but we were able to repel the attackers and secure the area." My mind whirled with a mix of relief and frustration. Though the guards had successfully fought off the ambush, the fact that the package had been compromised was deeply troubling. The importance of its contents couldn't be understated, and the implications of its potential exposure sent a shiver down my spine. "Te

Marco’s POV I stormed through the corridors of the palace, anger pulsating through my veins like wildfire. How could my father assign Scarlett such a significant responsibility without even informing me? We were supposed to be a team, sharing our lives and supporting each other through thick and thin. The thought of Scarlett keeping such an important matter from me gnawed at me, fueling my frustration with each step I took. Finally, I reached my father's study and barged in without a second thought. He looked up from his desk, surprise flickering across his face at my unannounced intrusion. "Father," I spat out, my voice laced with resentment, "how could you give Scarlett this task without consulting me? Aren't I her husband, her partner? Shouldn't I be involved in matters concerning our kingdom?" He sighed heavily and motioned for me to sit down. "Marco, calm yourself," he said in a weary tone. "I understand your frustration, but there are reasons behind my decision." I clenched

Chloe’s POVDays turned into nights, and nights turned into restless slumber. Each passing moment carried the weight of my actions, gnawing at my conscience. Fatigue settled upon my shoulders, a constant reminder of the burdens I carried. And then, one morning, as the sun began to rise, a knock on the door shattered the fragile tranquility of my thoughts.Startled, I pushed myself upright, my weariness evident in the heaviness of my movements. The guard's voice floated through the wooden door, muffled yet urgent. "Lady Chloe, the King requests your presence in the throne room."A surge of anxiety coursed through me as I stumbled to my feet. My body, once strong and resilient, now struggled under the weight of exhaustion and a mysterious ailment that had slowly taken hold. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach, where a small but unmistakable protrusion had begun to form. The joyous anticipation of motherhood mingled with the overwhelming fatigue, leaving me feeling vulnerable and u

Marco's POVMichael's words hung in the air, his voice heavy with the weight of the news he carried. My heart sank as the realization of the tragedy that had unfolded in Ashwood Pack settled upon me. The stolen weapons, the attack—they were all interconnected, and our mission to retrieve the weapons had taken on a new level of urgency."Michael, what happened?" I asked, my voice laced with concern. "Tell me everything."He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination. "The enemy forces launched a surprise attack on Ashwood Pack earlier today. They were merciless, leaving a trail of destruction and despair in their wake. Our people fought bravely, but the sheer scale of the assault overwhelmed them."Guilt gnawed at my insides, knowing that our efforts to retrieve the stolen weapons had not been swift enough. "Michael, we must take responsibility for this. Our delay may have contributed to the devastation."He placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "

Macro’s POVMy hands tremble as I cradle Chloe's injured body, my heart pounding with fear and rage. Blood stains my clothes, mingling with the tears streaming down my face. The sight of my beloved wife's wounded form intensifies my determination to seek vengeance against the Crimson Pack. I must stay strong, not just for myself, but for Chloe and our unborn child.As I step out of the room, I'm met with the worried faces of my pack members. Sorrow and hope reflect in their expressions, their words piercing through the haze of my anguish."Marco, we need to get Chloe to the healers immediately," one of them urges, concern etched in their voice. "Let's just hope the baby is fine. We'll do everything we can to save them both."I nod, my jaw clenched in determination. I feel a surge of gratitude for my pack's unwavering support, even in the face of such devastating circumstances. "Take me to the healers," I command, my voice laced with urgency and authority. "Make sure they have everythi