Semua Bab Pregnant And Rejected; His Exclusive Mate : Bab 61 - Bab 70

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

EstrellaThe moon hung heavy over the treetops, casting silver light on the valley below. From where I stood atop the ridge, the walls of Mallory stretched like a serpent in the darkness…ancient, proud, and soon to be broken.I exhaled slowly, the weight of my anticipation turning my breath to fog in the chill night air. The time had come.Behind me, hundreds of my rogue army waited in tense silence, their eyes glowing in the dark, muscles coiled like springs. I turned toward my commanders. “I want ten of our best,” I said sharply. “Silent, swift, and loyal. Send them through the hidden archway on the northern ridge. Elena said there would be only a handful of guards at this hour.”Darion, tall and dark-eyed, nodded at once. “As you command.”Within minutes, ten of my most lethal shadows were assembled, cloaked in black, blades gleaming faintly beneath their tunics. Without a word, they slipped into the darkness and began their descent down the rocky slope toward the wall.I watched

Melody The taste of ash still lingered in my mouth as I dragged Estrella’s bloodied form through the scorched remains of Mallory’s palace corridor. Her body slumped behind me, her once-pristine cloth now torn and soiled from her futile attempts at rebellion. She groaned softly, barely conscious, her limbs twitching in the most pitiful display I had ever witnessed from the woman who once dared call herself my sister. Her rogues, what was left of them, stood frozen in the courtyards and shattered hallways as I passed, their horrified eyes fixed on the sight of their leader being dragged like worthless prey. I wanted them to see it. I needed them to see. Let them witness what became of the mighty Estrella, the wicked woman who stole my child, who ruined my family, and now dared bring war to my kingdom. “She’s down,” I called out, raising my voice with calm certainty. “Let every soul in Mallory remember this day. The day the traitor fell.” My boots thudded heavily against the