บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant And Rejected; His Exclusive Mate : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

DerekThe council chamber was silent, the air thick with tension. I sat at the head of the long, ornate table, my fingers curled tightly against the armrests of my throne. Across from me, Giovanni stood with his shoulders squared, his expression grim and unwavering.I had always known Giovanni to be sharp, a warrior in his own right, but today, there was something else in his eyes—something darker. A weight that came from witnessing something truly vile.He had returned only days ago, yet I had summoned him to court so that he could address the court about his findings along with Aaron. Too many questions swirled in my mind, and I wouldn’t rest until I had answers.“Speak, Giovanni,” I commanded, my voice calm but firm. “Tell me everything.”Giovanni took a slow breath, then met my gaze. “I saw the rogue’s den with my own eyes, Your Majesty. I saw their numbers, their strategies. But worst of all, I saw the truth behind King Worden’s betrayal.”A murmur ran through the few nobles pre

MelodyThe tension in the royal chambers was thick enough to cut with a blade. Derek sat across from me, his hands folded on the table, his gaze sharp and calculating. He had just finished explaining his plan to dismantle Worden’s influence and drive the rogues into chaos. It was a good plan—bold, strategic, and exactly what we needed.I smiled slightly, leaning back in my chair. “It will work.”Derek raised an eyebrow. “You sound so sure.”I nodded. “Because I am. Aaron and Giovanni are known as Mallory's back bone and they're worth the hype," I smiled proudly. "They are the best warriors I’ve ever known." Derek nodded in agreement. Worden may have played his game well, but he underestimated who he was up against. He thinks he’s dealing with the same Mallory from years ago, but he has no idea the strength we’ve built.”Derek exhaled deeply, rubbing his temples. “Even with that, war is never predictable. The moment we go after his spies and disrupt his plans, he’ll retaliate. We need

MelodyMinutes stretched into hours, yet Zoraya remained asleep. I stayed by her side, unwilling to leave her even for a moment. Her breathing was steady, her face peaceful, but I knew the storm of emotions that would rage within her when she awoke.I gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, my heart swelling with both love and sorrow. This child—my child—had suffered far too much. Even in sleep, her delicate features held the remnants of past pain, the shadows of a life filled with cruelty.But she was safe now.I wouldn’t let Elena steal her away, not like Estrella had stolen her from me all those years ago. The past would not repeat itself, not if I had anything to do with it.I had already failed once.I had lost my daughter to lies, deception, and the bitter hands of fate.Never again.The thought of Elena roaming the palace sent a fresh wave of unease through me. She was cunning, just like her mother. Estrella had spent her life trying to take everything that belonged to m

MelodyThe sun had fully risen by the time I made my way back to Zoraya’s chambers. I had barely slept the night before, choosing to watch over my daughter instead. Even now, exhaustion clung to my body, but I pushed it aside. There was no rest for a mother when her child was suffering.I had left Zoraya’s side only briefly to freshen up, and now, as I neared her door, I hoped she had at least gotten some rest. But what truly weighed on my mind was Axel.He had returned to her.That, at least, was a good sign.Still, I couldn’t ignore the pain in his eyes from our last conversation—the pain of discovering that his long-lost mate carried another man’s child. It was not an easy burden to bear, and I did not blame him for walking away in the moment.But I prayed he would stay.As I stepped inside the room, my gaze immediately landed on the two figures near the bed.Axel sat beside Zoraya, his large hand wrapped around her much smaller one. He was speaking to her softly, his forehead rest

ZorayaThe room was silent except for the soft crackling of the fire in the hearth. The warmth from the flames should have brought me comfort, yet my body still shivered as if trapped in an endless winter.I laid there, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts a chaotic storm that refused to settle. My heart was heavy, burdened by a truth I had only just begun to grasp.I was pregnant.At first, I had been too weak to comprehend it. Too exhausted to process what it truly meant. But now, as I placed my trembling hand over my stomach, realization set in like a sharp blade cutting through me.I was carrying a child.And not just any child.Jayden’s child.A silent sob built up in my throat, but I swallowed it down, refusing to let it escape. I had shed enough tears for that man. For a love that never truly belonged to me.Jayden had been my first everything. The first man to touch me, to make me feel something beyond the emptiness I had known my whole life. I had been foolish to think that wh