Chapter180:Unspoken Words

|| Lilac’s POV || The forest blurred around me as I sprinted toward the packhouse, my bare feet slapping against the damp earth. Endora's words echoed in my skull with every frantic heartbeat— pregnant, mate, curse, heir, throne. The afternoon sun filtered through the canopy, dappling the path ahead, but all I could see was Alaric's face when I'd tell him. Would his eyes light up with joy? Would his strong hands tremble as they touched my stomach to find the trace of a tiny heartbeat? Or would fear overtake him— fear of the curse, of the throne? The packhouse loomed ahead, its stone walls cool against my palms as I braced myself, gasping for breath. Just tell him. But how? ‘Hey Alaric, guess what? We're mates and I'm carrying your child— oh, and by the way, this breaks your centuries-old curse! But you just have to mark me.’’ I groaned, pressing my forehead against the door. This needed finesse. I exhaled before opening the door. My heart was pounding in my chest. Alaric sat at his mas