Chapter 125: News
I can feel the anger brewing inside me as I step into the tent. This entire month has been nothing but a drawn-out stalemate—peace negotiations at a standstill, assassins trying to take me out one after another, the constant tension gnawing at my patience. I can’t shake the suspicion that something is deeply wrong with all of this. I’ve been fighting this endless war, both physically and mentally, and all I want is to get away from it. To leave all of this behind.
I sit on the coarse bed, running my hands through my hair, frustration pulsing through every nerve. My mind drifts back to Noelle, as it always does when the anger becomes too much. I miss him so fiercely it’s like a physical ache. Most nights, I find myself staring at the stars, wishing—hoping—that somehow they can carry my thoughts to him. My beloved star. He’s the only thing keeping me grounded, the thought of him like a lifeline in all this madness.
The longer I stay here, the more I feel the urge to throw it all away. Every day, my resolve to abandon these responsibilities strengthens. What is any of this worth if it means being apart from Noelle? All I look forward to are his letters. The faint scent of his pheromones on the paper—just that small, comforting trace of him—keeps me going. It’s pathetic, really. I feel like a man on the edge, addicted to his presence, his words. I’m losing myself to this.
Just then, I sense something—or rather, someone—behind the tent. I stand up quickly, all my senses on high alert, but when I step outside, I see Roman waiting with a letter. My heart leaps in my chest before I can even stop it. Noelle.
I snatch the letter from Roman’s hands, barely muttering a thank you before heading back into the tent, practically trembling with anticipation. I break the wax seal in a hurry, my hands almost shaking as I unfold the parchment. The moment my eyes land on the first words, I freeze.
"I hate you."
I blink. What?
I let out a short, disbelieving laugh. What could I have possibly done this time? But the smile on my lips fades as I keep reading, my heart suddenly pounding for a different reason.
"Well why do I hate you? This is not how this was supposed to go, you know. We should have received the news together. Anyway. Guess, non-stop knotting succeeded and I’m pregnant."