The Lunar Queen Chapter 58

Lyric POV

After we leave the hospital we all pile into the archives to search for the rest of the prophecy. “I still can’t get used to you being further along than the rest of us now” Winter says.

“imagine how I feel, when I woke up this morning I had a small bump and now I have three almost full term babies actively moving around in there” I say resting my hand on my stomach, my fingers pressing a little harder than necessary as one of them shifts beneath my palm, a reminder that nothing about this is normal anymore.

Cole comes up behind me and hugs me, resting his hands on mine. “that just means we get to meet them sooner” he says, pulling the sonograms out of his pocket and handing them to Winter.

“omg two boys, oh boy Cole is going to spoil that little girl rotten and be wrapped around her finger” Winter says and that makes me laugh a little, even though my chest feels tight, like something is sitting wrong just beneath the surface.

“I’m already wrapped around it” he says, bending down and kissing my stomach. His lips linger there a second too long, like he’s trying to reassure himself they’re still safe.

That makes us all laugh.

“okay I’m loving this moment, but we need to find out what that prophecy says and what it has to do with them accelerating my pregnancy” I say, forcing my tone steady even as unease crawls up my spine, causing a growl to form in Cole’s chest.

“it’s okay my love, we will figure it out” I say, placing my hands on his cheeks, feeling the tension in his jaw, the barely controlled rage sitting right under his skin.

“my queen if I may?” Thomas says, coming from one of the aisles of the archives.

“of course Thomas you may speak freely” I say to him.

He reaches to hand me a scroll.

The moment my hand wraps around the scroll a sharp pulse shoots up my arm—too fast, too hot—like something just recognized me, and I’m thrown into a vision.

I’m in an altar of some sort where a woman leans over a bowl smiling.

“Agora is it done?” another woman says, entering the room.

Agora smiles at her. “yes her pregnancy has been sped up. The moment they are born we will take them” she says.

Nova growls loud in my mind, violent, primal, furious in a way that makes my chest vibrate with it.

“no one is taking our pups” she snarls

“good if the prophecy is true they will be more powerful than the doppelganger” the woman says.

“it’s the first born I want. He will hold the magic of all 3 bloodlines, he will be more powerful than his mother the others will come second to him, he is the one I want” she says.

Something in me snaps at that—deep, instinctive, territorial.

She dips her finger into the bowl and grins “everything is falling into place” she says, looking down into bowl.

“when do we move?” the woman asks.

“we wait for David he must strike first and then we will strike” she says.

“go prepare Ingrid it is almost time to get what belongs to us, they locked it away when it was our first. the witches magic is what kept the faction going” she says.

“The child will help us take back everything that was ours” she says before darkness swallows me.

I gasp as the archives come back into focus, my lungs dragging in air like I forgot how to breathe.

“princess” Cole asks, worry etched on his face.

My heart pounds in my chest as I process what I saw, my hand flying protectively to my stomach before I can even think about it.

“they want our first born” I say.

Cole lets out a growl that shakes the room and Zeus is taking control.

Dom and Eli jump into action.

“Alpha you can’t shift in here, it isn’t safe for your pups” Dom says to Zeus.

“I will kill anybody who tries to take my pups” Zues roars, voice slightly deeper than Cole’s, raw, violent, shaking with possessive rage.

I step into his arms. “they are safe and we will protect them my love” I say, even though my own voice trembles just slightly.

“Come back to me” I say as his fur starts to recede and his beautiful blue eyes are looking back at me, still storming, still not fully calm.

“we will protect them at all costs” I say.

“they will not succeed” I say, more to myself than anyone else.

“grab the book Iris is holding” Nova says in my mind.

“Iris can I see that book” I ask, holding my hand out.

When she hands it to me, the moment my fingers touch the cover, my vision tilts—like the world just shifted slightly out of place, the entire prophecy plays in my mind like a song.

I can’t even stop myself as it comes out—

Born into suffering, shaped by loss.

Born into suffering, shaped by loss.

Her pain shall awaken what was buried,

And the blood that once ruled through fear shall be judged.

At her side stands the heir spared by the Moon,

And together they shall face the war of corrupted blood.

What was silenced will rise,

Until balance is restored.

From her womb shall come not one, but three—

Born of war, bound by fate, marked by the Moon.

The first shall carry the blood of all that came before,

A power long buried, now reborn.

The second shall be the balance,

The tether between light and ruin,

The one who keeps the bloodline from destroying itself.

The third shall be the reckoning,

A force untouched by mercy,

The fall of all who stand against them.

Before their first breath, the world will tremble.

Before their rise, the kingdom will fracture.

For those who seek to control them will be destroyed,

And those who betray the crown will not survive what comes.

The last line echoes louder than the rest, sticking—like a warning meant only for me.

“Okay you really need to stop doing that” Winter says.

“I’m not doing it on purpose” I say, rolling my eyes, even though my fingers are still tingling from the vision.

“yeah but still it’s creepy, like who are you when you do that?” she asks.

I tilt my head looking at her. “I’m me, well and Nova, that time in the car that was Selene” I say.

“okay so your first born is basically a god and David wants him” Caleb says.

“No the dark witches want him, they feel they were cheated when the faction locked the magic away after Castiel’s death” I say.

“So what does that mean for the war?” James asks.

I shrug, but it feels hollow, like the answer is bigger than I’m ready to say out loud.

“I’m not sure at this moment, but I do know we need to find the runes and figure out how to unlock that magic ourselves, because if David or the witches get it, the entire supernatural world will be in danger” I say.

“we need to keep you and our pups safe first. Now that we are halfway through you have to slow down” Cole says.

I glare at him. “we are literally at war, there is no slowing down Cole” I say, my frustration sharper than I mean it to be, but I don’t take it back.

I stand to leave because I feel myself getting upset.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

“to our room to rest because now I’m tired carrying three royal alpha pups” I say.

“See you guys at lunch” I throw over my shoulder.

Cole follows behind me.

We slowly walk through the palace halls to our room. The silence between us isn’t peaceful—it’s heavy, stretched tight with everything we’re not saying.

By the time we make it there I’m even more tired than I was.

Cole scoops me up and carries me into the room. His grip is firmer than usual—protective, bordering on possessive.

He sets me on the floor and comes up behind me and unzips my dress, his fingers dragging slower than necessary, like he needs the contact.

He then picks me up and carries me to the bed. He lays me on the bed then takes his clothes off and climbs in next to me.

“try keeping me away from you” he says.

His hand trails slowly down my sides and the sparks that accompany his touch sets my body on fire. I can’t stop the moan that escapes, my body reacting faster than my mind can catch up.

“these pups are making you horny princess, I can already smell your arousal” he says.

He rubs my clit through my panties leaving them drenched in my juices.

“I thought you were tired?” he asks, brow raised smirking at me, but his eyes are darker than usual, still edged with everything from earlier.

“Never too tired for you my king” I say breathless.

He lets a claw out and rips the side of my panties.

“why must you shred all of my clothes” I growl at him.

He just shrugs “because I can replace them” he says winking, but his grip tightens slightly on my thigh.

He trails soft kisses from my mark driving me insane. The sparks linger long after every kiss, every touch.

He rubs small circles on my clit and I cry out “oh my king” I say.

He inserts a finger “mhhmm” I moan out.

He inserts another finger and hooks them at the perfect angle.

“omg please Cole” I cry out.

He picks up his pace and I feel the familiar tightness low in my belly before my orgasm washes over me like a freight train.

He sticks one finger in his mouth and sucks it clean and then sticks the other one in my mouth to taste myself and that makes my juices flow more and I feel slickness between my thighs.

He sits up on the bed back against the wall and gestures for me to straddle him.

I run his cock through my folds coating it with my juices before lowering myself slowly onto him. He hisses in pleasure.

“I missed you princess” he says gripping my hips, his thumbs pressing into my skin like he needs to anchor me there.

As I move my hips on top of him in slow circles, he groans into my ear.

He pulls me close and I move on him like that. He grips my hips tighter and thrusts up into me.

“Yes baby” I cry out as I start bouncing on him.

I feel that delicious tightness again.

Cole holds my belly softly with one hand and grips my hip with the other, his touch there gentler—careful—like he’s constantly aware of them even now, and thrusts faster and deeper into me.

He sucks my nipple into his mouth and gently bites down sending me completely over.

I bounce faster on him as his grip tightens before he releases into me.

I collapse into his chest, both of us breathing heavier than we should be, like neither of us is fully coming down from everything else going on.

And in this small moment, trying to remember what matters—

my hand drifts to my stomach again without thinking… and this time, the movement inside feels… stronger. Too strong. Too aware.

neither of us were prepared for what came when we woke up.