Chapter 142

HAZEL

Every visible inch of the Elder’s skin turned cherry red, as he stood unharmed on the sidelines. There was barely a nick on his wrinkled skin apart from the cut in his hand. The news of my pregnancy was not celebrated by anyone, let alone myself as we stood in the middle of a war field, our numbers were down and the Guards were tired. The Elder had Demons and immortal humans, not to mention the trained werewolves and feral rogues.

My only speck of gratitude was for the fact that they didn’t have the Dark Guards on their side. They would never make an unsanctioned appearance, especially not against their King. Part of me feared that I would see them here—that their loyalty to the Elder would be stronger than their loyalty to Darian. I wondered if they were aware of what was happening here—if anyone in Valeria was aware.

“You’re with child,” the Elder snarled viciously. My eyes cast to his hand as he coiled his fingers but the other one, the one with the wound