All Chapters of Pregnant For My Husband’s Father : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Amelia’s POV The moment Klaus walked into the room, the air shifted. It was thick, too quiet, too heavy, like even the walls were holding their breath. His steps echoed softly across the marble floor, steady and cold. My chest tightened. I could still smell the faint scent of his cologne, strong, woody, and sharp enough to sting my senses.Without saying a word, I slowly dragged myself out of the bed. My body still ached; my legs felt weak, like I’d been running in my dreams. I grabbed a pillow and a thin blanket from the bed and spread them on the cold floor. The tiles bit into my knees as I knelt down. All I wanted was a little peace, a place to lie down and rest my thoughts.But before I could lie down, his voice broke the silence.“What are you doing?” Klaus asked. His tone was flat, but his eyes carried that usual mix of curiosity and irritation.I looked up at him, hugging the pillow close to my chest. “Hmm… I’m tired,” I said softly. “I need to get some sleep, but if you don’t

Amelia’s POV He rested his head against my chest, the warmth of him heavy and oddly comforting. He smelled like earth and smoke like the outside world, and like safety in a way that made my heart clench. I tried to push him away, but his grip tightened. He pouted like a child and muttered, “I’m too tired to walk. Let me stay.”Something inside me softened despite the chaos. He looked small and human and so very tired. I felt stupid for feeling that way. I should have been frightened. Instead, a strange, small smile tried to break through. I found myself running my fingers through his hair without thinking. The softness of his scalp under my palm calmed me for a moment, and beneath the fear something like guilt crept in for being soothed by the same man who had drugged my husband.“Keep this secret,” I whispered before I could stop myself. “Please. Don’t tell anyone that you’re my mate. I’m not ready. Not now.”He hummed a soft, half-answer and closed his eyes. I could not tell if he

Clara’s POV The moment Amelia closed the door behind her, the room fell into a heavy silence. The soft sound of her footsteps faded down the hallway, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the dim flicker of candlelight.“That was awkward, wasn’t it?” I finally said out loud, letting out a slow breath.“Yeah, it was,” my wolf, Lara, replied in my head, her voice calm but sharp as always. “But why did you even ask her about the king’s likes and dislikes?”I leaned back on the edge of my bed, staring at the ceiling. “I thought if we know what he likes and what he hates, it could help us. Maybe make things easier when the time comes.”Lara scoffed softly. “Well, one thing I’m sure he hates… is us.”A small smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. “I don’t really care.”“Sure you don’t,” she said sarcastically.I stood up and walked to the window, looking out into the dark courtyard. The moonlight washed over the palace walls, making the night look almost too calm, too peaceful for the chao

Clara’s POV I could still feel the weight of those duffel bags in Amelia’s arms as the door closed. The silence that followed was loud, like the whole world had pressed pause and waited to see what I would do next.“Wait, did you just give her all our savings?” Lara, my wolf, hissed inside my head. Her voice was sharp, like a blade being run across glass.“Yes, Lara,” I said aloud, because she heard everything anyway. “You told me to be good and nice. This is me following your advice.”“I told you to be nice, not to starve us,” she snarled. “How are we going to survive now? You gave everything away!”I leaned my hip against the mirror and watched my reflection. The woman in the glass was smooth and dangerous, a smile already forming at the corner of her mouth. “She’s my sister,” I said. “We can make the money back. We still own Medusa. Besides, she needed it more than we did right now.”Lara wasn’t satisfied. “We are not the ones fucking her. Why are we the ones doing the work and g

CLARA’S POVI stared at the woman, yes, that woman, Klaus’s mother, the so-called dead queen who magically resurrected herself just to stress me. She walked toward me slowly, her heels clicking on the marble like she owned the palace. Her icy eyes swept over me like I was some stain on the floor.“And who might you be?” she asked, her tone sharp and insulting.I smiled, the kind of smile that says try me and die.“I’m Clara,” I said proudly. “The new queen.”I extended my hand for a handshake, perfectly calm, perfectly polite… just to annoy her.She didn’t take my hand. Instead, she looked me up and down like she was examining trash lying on the road. Before she could open her mouth again, Klaus shot forward.“How dare you talk to the queen like that!” he snapped at me. “Show some respect. You’re supposed to be on your knees and bow when speaking to her.”“I am the king’s wife,” she said, her voice dripping with poison. “I don’t know where a slut like you thinks you can marry the king