Pregnant For My Husband’s Father のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

Author’s POV The king was in the middle of a heated conversation with Joe when something strange happened.A sharp pressure closed around his throat.There was no hand.No shadow.No sound.Yet he could not breathe.His eyes widened as he staggered back, clutching at his neck. The room blurred for a second, and then the truth struck him like lightning.“Amelia…” he whispered.In the next heartbeat, he vanished.He reappeared inside Amelia’s room in a flash of energy.The sight before him snapped something inside his soul.Kai had Amelia lifted off the ground, his hand locked around her throat. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with terror as she struggled for air.The king did not think.He moved.A violent force slammed into Kai, sending him crashing across the room. Kai hit the floor hard, but before he could rise, the king was already there.The king lifted him into the air with one hand.His eyes burned red.The room shook as raw power flooded out of him, cracking the walls and ra

The King’s POVAmelia left the room quietly, because I told her to go see the pack doctor to check up on her.The door closed behind her, and the sound echoed in the silence like a final goodbye. I remained standing where she had left me, my chest still tight from everything that had just happened.Kai lay on the floor, unconscious, his body twisted at an awkward angle. His breathing was slow, uneven, but he was alive.For a long moment, I simply stared at him.Nothing made sense anymore.Kai was never like this. He was cold, cruel, arrogant, but not reckless. Not violent without reason. Not bold enough to attack Amelia, especially knowing how much she meant to me.Something was wrong.I crouched beside him, studying his face, searching for any sign of possession, any strange mark, anything that could explain why he had tried to kill her. My fingers hovered over his wrist, checking his pulse. It was steady, but faint.What happened to you? I wondered.Before I could think further, hur

Author’s POV“Don’t worry,” the king said casually, leaning back in his chair as he admired the diamond ring between his fingers. The jewel glimmered under the palace lights, throwing tiny reflections across the marble walls. “Clara will never attack the palace.”Joe stared at him, stunned. His jaw tightened, and his brows pulled together in frustration.“You seem not to understand how an assassin’s mind works,” Joe said, his voice sharp with concern. “With those weak dungeon walls and with the kind of power she has, she will try to escape. But the fact that she hasn’t tried anything yet only means one thing, she’s planning something bigger. She might want war. We should do something before they attack.”The pressure in Joe’s voice was obvious. His hands trembled slightly as he spoke, as though the weight of everything he knew was crushing him from the inside. But the king remained calm, almost amused, as if Joe’s fear meant nothing.He slowly stood up, walked toward the tall window,

Clara’s POVShe slowly slid down the wall, her back resting against the cold stone, her legs folding beneath her as if they could no longer carry the weight of her pain. Her shoulders shook violently, her breath coming out in broken sobs. Tears streamed down her face, soaking into the fabric of her dress as though every memory, every regret, every wound was replaying in her mind like a cruel television series she could not turn off.“I love him,” she whispered, her voice barely louder than the wind drifting through the dungeon vents. “All I ever wanted was for him to love me too. All I ever wanted was to be loved. Is that too much to ask?”Her words struck me like a blade.At that moment, I no longer saw a wicked woman who destroyed lives for one man’s attention. I no longer saw the enemy I had been mocking just moments ago. I saw a broken soul. A child trapped inside an adult body, starving for affection, desperate to feel chosen, just once.And in that instant, I saw myself in her.

Amelia’s POVThe cold hit me first.The moment I stepped into the dungeon, the air felt heavier, damp, and sharp against my skin. The walls were made of dark stone, stained by time and misery. The torches flickered weakly, throwing long shadows that danced like restless spirits.I wrapped my arms around myself, fighting the sudden urge to turn back.I didn’t belong in a place like this.No one did.But Clara did.She was lying on the narrow bench inside the cell, one leg crossed over the other, her back resting against the wall as if she were in a guest room rather than a prison. She looked too calm, too comfortable, like this was just another room in the palace.My footsteps echoed as I walked closer.The moment she saw me, she stood.We faced each other through the iron bars, eyes locked, neither of us knowing what to say. So many emotions filled my chest, anger, fear, love, betrayal.“I thought you would never come,” she said quietly.“Well, even if we don’t see eye to eye,” I repl