All Chapters of Pregnant for my husband’s father : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Clara’s povThe dining room was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop—and that’s saying a lot, considering we were surrounded by vampires and werewolves with supernatural senses.But me?My eyes were still locked on the king.Damn.Should I just… I don’t know… throw this whole mission in the trash, do a little twirl, and marry the king instead?I mean, think about it: I’d be Queen Clara Mikaelson, ruler of the entire kingdom, sipping expensive champagne while wearing a crown made of silver and pure disrespect for my enemies.Kai?Klaus?They’d be my stepsons.How’s that for a plot twist?The king stood abruptly, majestic and brooding, like he was heading off to fight another war or maybe just to take a really intense nap.Everyone, including me, stood and bowed.It was like watching a royal cult performance.No words. No nod. Nothing.He just left.Silent and sexy.sighAnyway. Back to reality.The second His Highness disappeared, Klaus turned to me with that infuriatingly charming smir

Amelia’s povI had barely left the dining room, my mind still spinning from Klaus’s deadly stare and Clara’s mysterious presence, when it happened.One moment, I was walking down the hallway, clutching the fabric of my dress like it could shield me from the chaos of this cursed palace…The next, I was yanked.Pulled—no—claimed.A strong hand wrapped around my wrist like a vice, and before I could even gasp, I was inside the Alpha King’s room, the heavy door slamming shut behind me like the gates of hell.“What the—” I started, heart pounding like a war drum.He didn’t give me a second to think. His body pinned mine against the door with a caged heat that made the air vanish from my lungs. His eyes, those ancient, tormented eyes burned into mine like fire licking through my veins.He was so close.Too close.“You drive me insane,” he growled, his voice low and raw, almost inhuman. “I’ve tried to stay away from you, Amelia. I’ve tried to bury the thoughts, the memories, the feel of your

Clara’s pov Kai decided to show me around the palace, and let me tell you, this place was not built for peasants. It was massive. Like, “you’d-need-a-map-and-a-tour-guide-and-probably-a-snack-to-survive-it” kind of massive. Everything sparkled, from the marble floors that looked like they had never met a speck of dust in their entire luxurious lives, to the chandeliers that hung like royalty from the ceilings, dripping with crystals that could probably pay off my childhood debt… and a few future sins. “You like it?” Kai asked, glancing at me with a crooked smile as we walked through a golden-arched hallway lined with portraits of ancestors who all looked like they were born to rule or murder someone at a masquerade ball. I gave him a sweet smile. “It’s alright,” I said with a shrug. “You know, in a ‘this-could-be-a-castle-from-a-vampire and werewolf-romance-novel’ kinda way.” He chuckled softly. “That’s because it literally

Amelia’s povI woke up to an empty bed, the sheets tangled around my legs like a memory refusing to let go.I used my eyes to scan the room,nothing. The King was gone.Just like that.No note. No goodbye. No trace, except for the ache between my legs and the ghost of his lips still burning on my skin.I checked the time. Almost dinner.“Shit,” I hissed under my breath. “I need to get out of here before anyone starts looking for me.”I scrambled out of bed and scooped my clothes off the floor in a panic, clutching them like stolen goods. I tiptoed into the bathroom, locked the door, and flicked on the light.Then I froze.Facing the mirror, I stared at the evidence.Hickeys.All over my neck.A constellation of the King’s possessive kisses—vivid, angry love bites that screamed someone had her.My mouth dropped open. “How the hell am I going to explain this?”I turned my neck to one side, then the other, as if changing the angle would magically erase them.“I can’t wear a scarf to dinne

Amelia’s povMy knees buckled the moment Klaus stormed out of the room. I didn’t even make it to the bed—I collapsed right there on the cold marble floor, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest.I could still feel his fury lingering in the air, thick like smoke after a fire. The way his eyes bore into me, the venom in his voice. it left an invisible bruise that wrapped around my chest and made it hard to breathe.Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them back. No. He doesn’t get my tears. Not tonight.I wrapped my arms around myself, rocking slightly, as if trying to gather the shattered pieces of myself back together. The silence felt loud after the storm he brought, and all I wanted was to disappear, just vanish into the walls of this cursed palace and never be found again.But then…Knock. Knock.I froze.My entire body tensed. Was he back?I stared at the door, eyes wide, breath shallow.“Lady Amelia?” a soft, female voice called from the other side. “Dinner