Page 83 of The Possessive Alpha’s Reborn Luna

"Okay," I answered silently. "I'll wait."

Those few simple words eased the tension knotted in my chest. A strange sense of conviction settled over me. He wasn't lying.

He was really coming.

I took another deep breath and sat down to rest, hoping to recover my strength faster.

My mind drifted back to everything that happened before they took me.

I'd been walking in the garden, trying to get some air. Pregnancy made me constantly exhausted. The healer said movement would help.

"Alice." A familiar voice called out.

I looked up to see Adrian walking toward me.

He smiled, warm as always. "Father asked me to take you somewhere. He says it's important."

I didn't question it. The person had Adrian's face, his scent. I followed "him" through the garden, down the corridor, into a secluded corner.

Everything was quiet. Too quiet.

"Is this it?" I asked, confused, looking around. No sign of Father.

"Yeah." He turned around. His smile twisted into something grotesque. "Right here."

The next second, his face began melting, shifting into an ancient, vicious visage—wrinkled, eyes blazing with madness.

"Serena!" I gasped and tried to scream.

But black magic had already struck me. Violent pain tore through my body. I couldn't even cry out before my vision went dark...

I thought the news hadn't spread yet. I thought with so many people in the palace, it would take time before anyone noticed I was missing.

But Cedric found out so fast.

My hand moved to my chest. That sense of security smoothed away all my fear, as if with him here, I had nothing to worry about.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor, light and quick, snapping me from my thoughts.

I looked up to see a familiar figure at the cell door.

Victoria.

She wore an elaborate black gown trimmed with delicate lace at the collar and sleeves. Her hair was pinned up perfectly, her makeup flawless. She stood outside my cell, looking down at me with a vicious smile.

"Look who we have here." Her voice dripped with schadenfreude. When she saw my face clearly, jealousy contorted her features. "The noble princess, locked up like a prisoner. How ironic."

I raised my head and met her gaze coldly.

"Victoria." My voice carried mockery. "You've sunk this low."

"Sunk low?" She laughed, her voice slithering like a snake. "I'm just taking what should've been mine. Why the hell should a little bitch like you get everything?"

She stepped closer, fingers gripping the iron bars.

"My whole life, everyone said I was beautiful, elegant, perfect—the pride of the family!" She glared at me viciously. "You were just an ugly freak with a cursed birthmark!"

"Why does a lowborn whore like you get to be Cedric's mate?" Victoria's eyes burned with jealousy. "You should've spent your whole life under my heel! Who cares if you're a princess? You still ended up in my hands! You got away last time, but you won't be so lucky again!"