Semua Bab Pregnant And Rejected; His Exclusive Mate : Bab 61 - Bab 67

MelodyThe warmth that flooded my chest when she said her name…..Darya was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was as if a dam within me had finally broken, releasing a tide of grief, love, and hope that I had kept locked away for far too long.“Da… Da… ya,” she had said, her voice small, yet steady with purpose.A silent tear rolled down my face. The tears was not from sorrow, but from the overwhelming joy of watching my daughter claim herself again. Not Zoraya, the name forced upon her like chains. But Darya, her true name, the name I whispered through sobs the night Estrella took her from me.I held her face in my hands, unable to stop the tears from falling.“You’re doing so well, my sweet girl,” I whispered.Her eyes lit up, and she leaned into my embrace like a blossom finally reaching toward the sun after years buried in shade. At that moment, she didn’t have to say anything more. I could feel it…the tiny shift in her spirit, the way she was starting to believe.Beli

Zoraya (Darya) The silence after the doctors left was almost sacred.I sat quietly on the edge of my bed, fingers brushing lightly over my stomach where the salve still lingered, cool and slick against my skin. The echo of the twin heartbeats played over and over in my mind like a lullaby I couldn’t forget.Two.Two babies.It was still hard to grasp.I hadn’t even fully accepted the idea of being a mother to one child. But now, there were two growing inside me. Two tiny souls, pulsing with life, hidden beneath my skin like whispered secrets from the Moon Goddess herself. My breath trembled as I placed both hands over my belly, palms flat, as though I might feel something stir beneath the surface. But there was nothing yet, only the soft thudding of my own heart and the faint memory of theirs.A strange warmth blossomed inside me. For the first time in what felt like lifetimes, I wasn’t terrified of what was inside me. I wasn’t ashamed. I wasn’t broken. I was full of life, of ne

Giovanni The heavy oak doors of the War Room swung open with a groan, the scent of iron and old parchment greeting us as Aaron and I stepped inside. Torches flared on the walls, their golden light dancing across polished stone and maps stretched wide across the center table. Commanders, generals, and emissaries stood at attention, murmuring anxiously amongst themselves as we entered.Their eyes turned toward us the moment we crossed the threshold.“Your Highnesses,” Commander Thorne bowed low, his dark gray uniform crisp, his sword at his side.“Report,” Aaron said sharply, his voice clipped, all traces of the softness he had shown with Darya moments ago completely vanished.The man straightened, gesturing to a younger patrol scout who stepped forward. He looked barely out of adolescence, his armor slightly too big, his hands trembling as he clutched a rolled parchment. But his eyes were sharp with urgency.“We spotted movement from the Northern Crest,” the scout said, unfolding th