Shunned By An Alpha, Cherised By A Lycan

Chapter 349:

Because for the first time in weeks, I feel like there’s hope. Hope for us, for our future, for the family we’re about to become. And I’ll do whatever it takes to earn her trust again.

Anonymous POV

The prophecy.

It’s clawing at me, choking me like an iron chain around my throat.

The daughter of the Viper has returned.

And now she’s pregnant. The pack doctor had just tipped me off with the information just minutes ago.

The fucking news is pressing down on me, as if the universe itself is mocking me, reminding me of every failure, every missed opportunity to stop this before it began.

My fist slams into the cold, unyielding stone wall, the sharp pain barely enough to cut through the rage boiling inside me.

Fuck this. Screw this. Every fucking attempt only reminds me of who I am. A fucking failure. Fuck this. Fuck me, or maybe it’s not me.

She was supposed to die. And I would’ve gotten a fucking upper hand.

I tried. Over and over, I tried. I sent my best spies, assassins, warriors sworn to secrecy and death—and yet, each attempt was thwarted. Each time, something or someone intervened.

And now? Now she’s alive, stronger than ever, and carrying the prophecy child. The thought makes my blood run cold. I had been the one pulling the strings, watching as chaos unfolded. And now? Now it’s slipping through my fingers like sand.noveldrama

This can’t be happening. Fuck this!

I pace the length of the room, my boots echoing against the stone floor. The flickering torchlight casts shadows across the walls, twisting and shifting like specters come to haunt me. My mind races, replaying every decision, every move I’ve made, every moment I thought I had control.

I had the upper hand once. I held the pieces, dictated the game, moved the pawns.

And now it’s all slipping away.

𝙍𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 @ 𝙜ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗼𝗺

“Damn it,” I growled, my voice echoing in the empty room.

My thoughts raced back to the prophecy, the words etched into my memory like a curse: ‘When the daughter of the Viper returns, the serpent’s blood will rise, and the kingdom shall fall.’

I had dismissed it at first, brushing it off as nonsense, the ramblings of a deluded old witch. But then she had been born—Jasmine, the daughter of the Viper. The child who wasn’t supposed to live.

And now, she was carrying a child of her own.

Another bloodline. Another threat.

Luna Anna.

Her name is a bitter taste in my mouth, a reminder of my own folly. I gave her the chance to prove herself, to avenge her son’s death and ensure the prophecy would never come to pass. She swore to me she would succeed. She promised me she wouldn’t fail.

But fail she did.

First, she let the child live.

The moment she laid eyes on Jasmine, she faltered. I told her—no, I warned her—that the child was dangerous, that sparing her would be the beginning of the end. But she didn’t listen. She kept the girl, saw her as some twisted opportunity for redemption. And look where it’s gotten her.

The girl grew stronger, smarter, more dangerous than we ever anticipated. And now, she’s carrying a child of her own—a child who could tip the balance of power forever.

My chest tightens, the rage simmering into something colder, sharper.

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