Semua Bab Pregnant For My Husband’s Father : Bab 161 - Bab 170

Author’s POVTwo days.That was how long Amelia had been missing.Two days without a message.Two days without a trace.Two days of silence so loud it felt like it was screaming inside Clara’s head.Clara stood by the tall window of her chambers, staring down at the palace grounds below. Guards moved back and forth. Servants whispered in corners. Everything looked normal on the outside.But nothing was normal.Her fingers tightened around the edge of the window frame. Her jaw was clenched so hard it ached.She had survived wars.She had faced assassins.She had forced a kingdom to bend to her will.But this?This fear was different.This fear had a name.Amelia.Clara turned away from the window and paced the room like a caged predator. Her boots hit the marble floor with sharp, angry sounds. Every step carried frustration, guilt, and dread.She should have protected her sister.She should have noticed sooner.She should never have let her out of her sight.Her wolf, Lara, was restles

Clara’s POVI was just about to leave the hall.My chest was tight, my head pounding, my patience hanging by a thin thread. I had said what I needed to say. I had made my threat clear. All I wanted now was air, space to think, space to breathe, space to plan my next move.Then I heard it.A soft sound.Light.A giggle.I froze mid-step.That sound didn’t belong here. Not in this tense, fearful palace where everyone was walking on eggshells because of me. Slowly, my head turned toward the sound.And then I saw her.Amelia.She was standing near the entrance, her head tilted slightly, a strange smile on her lips as she laughed quietly to herself.For one heartbeat, my brain refused to process it.For the next, my entire world snapped back into place.“Amelia,” I breathed.I didn’t think. I didn’t plan. I just ran.I crossed the distance between us in seconds and pulled her into my arms, hugging her tightly, like if I let go she would disappear again. I buried my face in her hair, inhali

Clara’s POV “Amelia,” I said quickly, my voice shaking despite my effort to stay calm.Lara’s voice echoed darkly in my head.“I told you,” she said. “She’s lost her mind. Anything can happen.”“Amelia.”I called her name again, louder this time, my voice echoing through the hall. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it wanted to break out of my chest. She didn’t even look at me. She stood there, calm, smiling softly like this was just another normal day.“I’m pregnant,” Amelia said clearly, her voice carrying through the room. “I went to the hospital a few days ago, and the doctor confirmed it. It’s a boy.”The room went completely silent.It was the kind of silence that presses against your ears, the kind that makes your skin crawl. Everyone froze. No one breathed. No one moved.I felt like the ground had disappeared under my feet.Pregnant?My mind couldn’t process it fast enough. My thoughts crashed into each other, fear and anger twisting together so tightly I could barely

Author’s POVKate sat alone in the dimly lit chamber, her posture calm, almost relaxed, as she flipped through the old spell book resting on her lap. The pages were yellowed with age, filled with strange symbols, ancient writings, and dark spells that had been forbidden for centuries. Her fingers traced the inked letters slowly, carefully, as though she was memorizing every word.The room smelled of burning herbs and candle wax. Shadows danced across the stone walls as the flames flickered softly. Kate looked completely at peace.That peace shattered when the door burst open.Klaus stormed into the room, his face twisted with rage, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might break. His footsteps were heavy, aggressive, echoing loudly as he crossed the floor toward her.“You said her wolf would turn against her,” Klaus snapped, his voice sharp and furious. “You said she would lose control. Go mad. So tell me why she’s still standing strong, giving orders, treating us like slave

Amelia’s POVThe bathroom door closed behind me with a soft click.That sound felt final.The water rushed down from the showerhead, hot and unforgiving, striking my skin like punishment. I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the cold floor, my back pressed against the tiles, my knees pulled to my chest. The water soaked my hair, my clothes, my face, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore.The blood washed away first.Red swirled at my feet, thin and weak, disappearing into the drain as if it had never existed. Just like him. Just like my baby. Gone, erased, as if the universe was trying to pretend he had never been real.But he was real.He was real to me.I pressed my palm to my chest, right over my heart, because it hurt so much I thought it would split open. The pain wasn’t sharp anymore. It was heavy. Crushing. Like something was sitting on my chest, slowly pushing the air out of my lungs.I couldn’t breathe.I tried to scream, but nothing came out. Only a broken so