Page 100 of Wolf Queen Ruin
His jaw dropped comically low, and if this had been anywhere close to comical, I would have for sure laughed.
He decided on a blood test.While he pricked my arm, Damien’s deep voice drifted in through the door from the hallway.
“Well, now I don’t know where she is, but we’re on our way,” he was saying.
Curiosity—my first sin and one of my favorites—prompted me to close my eyes and focus on filtering out Felix’s mumbling and the ambient hum of medical equipment to catch fragments of Damien’s conversation in the hallway.
“Yes, I’m aware.”Damien’s voice was low, controlled, but with an undercurrent of tension.“The situation is complicated, Elliot.There are other factors to consider.”
A pause as he listened.
“Yes, I understand the stakes.Paris will proceed as planned.Vivienne has secured our access to the catacombs.”
Another pause, this one longer.
“I don’t know, all right?”Damien hissed, his voice sharper, deadlier.“All I know is that we can’t get the engagement ring off Luna’s finger and I’m scheduled to marry Vivienne in a month.”
I blinked.Blinked again.The words, like tiny glass shards, embedded themselves in my chest, one by one.The ring—his fae family’s ancient heirloom—seemed to tighten around my finger in a cruel mockery of what it represented.
“A month,” I repeated, the words hollow and distant like they were coming from someone else’s mouth.
My vision blurred.I gasped, desperately needing air that wasn’t filled with his betrayal.
Vivienne was his fiancée?
Felix turned from his perch on his stool with the vial of my blood between his fingers, his face grim and pale.“Luna…”
That right there told me everything I needed to know.I faced the ceiling, my tears streaming faster.
What was I supposed to do now?
“There’s something else about your…condition,” Felix said.
The door blurred open, and there stood Damien, filling the doorframe with his imposing presence.His eyes narrowed as they took in the scene, assessing every detail with his usual intensity.
“What condition?”he asked, and then his gaze landed on me.
I quickly looked away, but not before I glimpsed the awful truth dawning on his face—the fact that I’d heard him.Every word.
Felix glanced between us with the alarmed expression of someone unexpectedly caught in the crossfire.“Perhaps I should give you two a moment—“
“Stay,” Damien and I commanded simultaneously, neither willing to lose our only witness and the bearer of more bad news.
“Felix, what condition?”Damien asked again, his tone clear that he wouldn’t repeat himself a third time.
Felix glanced at me.I nodded because why the fuck not?It was about time someone around here told the truth.
“Your body is exhibiting hormonal changes consistent with early pregnancy,” Felix said, watching my reaction closely.“Approximately three weeks, based on preliminary assessment.”
Hearing the confirmation spoken aloud made the room spin.
“What?”Damien went perfectly still.
“That’s impossible,” I said automatically, the denial feeling hollow even to my own ears.
“That was my initial thought as well,” Felix said.
“Then your assessment is wrong,” Damien interjected, his voice tight.
