Chapter 112

Elara’s POV

“I promised myself I’d never come back here,” I muttered as Matthew helped me up the stairs leading to the packhouse. “After you banished me, I had no home. Now everyone who used to bully me somehow calls me Luna. Not just that, but they think I’m some witch.”

“We have much to talk about, darling,” Matthew said, smiling. “For now, you need rest.”

We reached the top of the stairs, and standing at the entrance were faces I never thought I’d see again.

“Elara! Oh, darling!” My mother and aunt rushed toward me, their arms outstretched.

They hugged me tightly before I could react, their sudden warmth startling me. My body tensed, the touch setting off alarm bells in my head.

“Easy there,” Matthew chuckled, stepping in. “She’s pregnant. Don’t crush her.”

They laughed, easing away but not letting go completely.

“Sorry, dear,” my mother said, brushing my hair back like she used to when I was a child. “I’m just so excited to see you again.”