The Lycan King's Accused Luna

ia

e arrested for the poisoning

parlor. My eyes widened, my breath catc

ckward. "Poison? I didn't poison an

as pale with shock, his eyes wide and uncertain as he stared at me. Natalia's eyes

id, his voice cold and unyielding. "If you st

shouted, my voice cracking

forward, positioning himself

. "How did Aria poison the princess? You cannot just barg

e? My brother, who had always resented me, who h

pon. "We have found clear evidence, and it points to her

s streamed down her face, her performance flawless. "Victor, please. Do

een me and Natalia. I could see the war in his e

ered, my voice br

oment, I saw something flick

e look

rt sha

ied. I fell to my knees as a sense of hopelessness washed o

the mat

med force under the King. His eyes swept over the scene,

of his sister," the soldier announced. "If anyone sta

rists behind my back. I struggled, screaming for them to let me go, but they shoved me hard o

yelled, twisting my wris

at Victor's pale confused face, at Natal

But he didn't step in. Instead, he walked

n't do

dier. "She is not the Luna of this pack anym

. He didn't even defend me. He just seemed a

n't do this. I don't know anything about poisoning.

u have been doing when I was gone for my trips, but now it s

an,

the room. "Come with me. You are pregnant. You may stress

ri

still standing there, hi

desperate. "Please. You

t the soldiers yanked me to my f

to the courtyard. I fell hard onto the stone

r attention. The royal army's crest on the wagon got them curious. Children stared with wide eyes. Fam

e chaos, and I saw her running towa

back of the wagon. I hit the wooden floor hard, the air rushing

d bleeding, as the wag

know what was happening. I didn't know

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aps at irregular intervals, but I barely touched them. My clothes were torn and filthy, stained with dir

en, I was hit by a blast of freezing air. Snow swirled

thin rags offering no pro

aks. Their faces were cold, indifferent, as if I were

crying. "Please, I need warmer clothes. I'll freeze to deat

of the wagon. My bare feet touched the snow-covered ground, an

ough narrow hallways. Finally, I was thrown into a

feeling. "In a few days, you will be punished a

, please. You can't just kill me. Let me explain m

ked away, his footsteps echoing down th

s al

floor. A small barred window high above, letting in a sliver of gray li

when I noticed some r

evered. I reached inside myself, searching for her, but fel

ne in my

e rats, pulling my knees to my chest. Tears stre

I was meant to suffer. Meant to be betrayed. Meant to die a

face in my a