Chapter 200 Prophecy revealed 2
prophecy reveals 2
Milo pov
"You were never just an omega!" Her voice cracked like a whip through the chamber. "That is what I could not understand. That is what puzzled me for a long time, but now I know the truth."
She grabbed another scroll and thrust it toward me. "When Damon mated with you, when he claimed you fully, something awakened inside you. A second awakening that shouldn't have happened in the first place… it changed your very nature."
My blood turned to ice. She knew. Somehow she knew about what happened in the cave. But how?
"You are not an alpha," Millen continued, her eyes boring into mine, oblivious of the war that was going through my head. "But you are not truly an omega either. You have become something else. Something that has not existed since the time of the Moon Goddess herself."
She leaned forward, her face twisted with a mixture of fascination and disgust. "You are an Ashbourne wolf. A bridge between alphas and omegas. A pure bloodline separate from both. The second in all of history following the goddess."
The room spun around me. "No. That cannot be…"
"You thought I wouldn't find out.” Her smile was as sharp as a broken glass. You can communicate with werewolves, can you not? Not just your own wolf, but others. You can feel their thoughts, their emotions. You can call them to you."
I said nothing, but my silence was answer enough.
"You are an abomination," she hissed. "A freak of nature that should not exist. But you are also incredibly useful."
Her eyes dropped to my stomach, and my hand immediately moved to protect the little life inside me.
"Your child," she said slowly, deliberately, "Conceived from the union of an Ashbourne wolf and the strongest Alpha alive, a true Alpha. Do you have any idea how powerful that child will be?"
Horror washed over me in waves. "No. You cannot…"
"That child will be mine to raise as my heir." Millen's voice was final, absolute. "I will rule the supernatural world with that child at my side, a living symbol of ultimate power. You should be honored, really. Your offspring will be a pivotal instrument to me in the grand scheme of ruling the world. "
"And what about me?" The words tore from my throat. "What happens to me after the birth?"
She smiled then, cold and terrible. "Oh, Milo. You are smart enough to know the answer to that."
My eyes widened, I forced myself not to take a step back.
She was going to kill me. The moment my baby was born, I would become expendable. A loose end to be eliminated.
I looked at my parents desperately, silently begging for them to intervene, to say something, anything. My mother stared at the wall. My father's face remained carved from stone. They knew. They had always known. And they were complicit in this nightmare.
"You see now why you are so valuable," Millen continued. "Why I keep you here despite your weakness. The prophecy demands that we clash, you and I. But I refuse to let destiny control me. I will use you, drain you of everything useful, and then…"
A sudden commotion outside the chamber doors made everyone freeze. Shouting echoed through the corridors, growing louder and louder, footsteps pounding toward us.
The doors burst open, and a messenger stumbled in, his face pale and covered in sweat. "Your Majesty! Urgent news!"
Millen's eyes narrowed dangerously. "This better be worth the interruption, else…"
"Alpha Damon has issued a blood challenge," the messenger gasped. "He challenges your right to rule. He demands trial by combat within seven days, or he marches on the pack with his entire pack."
The color drained from Millen's face. For the first time since I had returned, since I knew her true identity as the feared queen of the north, I saw genuine fear flicker across her features. A blood challenge was sacred law. She could not refuse without appearing weak before all the packs.
"That arrogant bastard," she whispered. Then her face twisted with rage. "He dares…"
She turned to me, and the fury in her eyes made me take a step back. "This is your fault. You brought this upon us. He comes for you, does he not? Even now, even after you abandoned him, he comes."
"I did not…"
"SILENCE!" Her scream echoed off the stone walls. She grabbed my arm, her nails digging into my skin hard enough to draw blood. "If Damon thinks he can take you from me, he is mistaken. You are mine. Your child is mine. Your very existence belongs to me now."
She looked at Aldrich, her voice dropping to something cold and deadly. "Take him to the dungeons. Chain him. I want guards posted every hour. No one sees him. No one speaks to him. And if he tries to escape..."
"I will kill him myself," Aldrich finished, his hand moving to the blade at his hip.
"No," Millen corrected. "If he tries to escape, you kill the child he carries. Make sure he understands that."
Horror and desperation clawed at my chest as Aldrich grabbed me. "Please! Millen, please!"
"You made your choices, brother," she said coldly. "Now you will live with the consequences. Or die with them."
Aldrich dragged me from the chamber as I struggled uselessly against his iron grip. My parents still said nothing, did nothing. They simply watched as I was taken away.
The dungeons were beneath the estate, carved into the bedrock itself. Cold. Dark. Smelling of mold and despair. Aldrich threw me into a cell and locked heavy iron shackles around my wrists and ankles. The chains were just long enough to let me lie down but not stand fully upright.
"The Queen will deal with your precious Alpha," Aldrich said as he left. "And you will rot down here until she decides what to do with you."
The door slammed shut, leaving me in near-total darkness.
I collapsed onto the filthy straw covering the stone floor, my hand pressed protectively over my stomach. My baby. My precious child. What had I done? What terrible mistake had I made?
I had left Damon to protect him, but I had only made everything worse. Now he was walking into a trap, challenging Millen when she held all the advantages. And I was trapped here, helpless and alone.
For the first time since this nightmare began, I understood with terrible clarity that I could not remain passive anymore. I could not simply endure and hope for rescue. My sister planned to take my child and kill me. My parents would do nothing to stop her.
If I wanted to survive, if I wanted my baby to survive, I would have to fight.
I just had no idea how.