All Chapters of His Rejected Mate: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

She was pacing slowly inside her chambers again. I could only catch a glimpse from the small slit in the door, pretending to stand guard like usual, eyes forward and unmoving. But I’d memorized her movements well enough by now. The way her hands often hovered near her waist these days. How she always looked a little tired after standing too long. How her appetite came and went depending on the hour.We hadn’t spoken much since the king’s summon two days ago. Not because something had gone wrong, but because she had returned quieter. Unharmed, but drained. I didn’t ask what happened. She didn’t say. But I knew something had shifted.Today felt... different. She had come to the door once, handed me a small scroll to give to one of the maids, and then lingered longer than usual before returning inside. I didn’t follow. I couldn’t. But when I glanced down, I saw the faintest look of hesitation on her face. As if she wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how. Or if she should.When the a

I had memorized her patterns now.How long she stayed in bed. When she got up. How she walked. What she ate. The way she answered through the door when I knocked. Even her silences—especially those—told me more than her words ever did.Lately, those silences had grown heavier.She moved slower now. I noticed it every day, even though she tried to hide it. Her steps were more measured, her breathing more careful. She paused more often when she stood. Rested longer between motions. There was a quiet determination in her still—she never asked for help, never once called out—but it didn’t take much to see the effort behind the calm.One month.That’s how long she had left.

I hadn’t seen her in months.Not since the last time I demanded her presence to return the crown jewels and robes to their new owner. That had gone quietly. She hadn’t argued, hadn’t looked at me. She’d just obeyed, her silence screaming louder than words.Today, I hadn’t intended to see her again. Not unless necessary.But the news had come this morning — the new queen was expecting.An heir. The court rejoiced, my advisors smiled wider than usual, and the halls echoed with whispers of legacy and lineage. It felt like everything was moving forward. Finally, everything falling into place. And yet—A part of me felt unfinished. Hollow.So I

Something was wrong.I’d felt it for days now. She had grown slower, quieter. Her breaths heavier. She winced more often, though she tried to hide it from me. She’d grown used to pain—but today… today was different.It was too quiet.I shifted outside her door, listening. Then I heard it—a muffled gasp. Low, like she was trying not to be heard.I turned immediately. Knocked once.“Seraphina?” I called, already pushing open the door.She was on the floor.One hand gripped the edge of the bed while the other pressed to her stomach. Her face was pale, drenched in sweat, eyes squeezed shut.I ran to her side.“Seraphina.”She looked up weakly. “It’s happening…”No.It was too early. A month more—she still had a month left.But her body had given in.I moved fast. Pillows. Blankets. I raised her gently from the floor, settled her near the fire. She hissed in pain, and I froze, but she nodded. “Please… don’t stop.”She was trembling. I’d never seen her like this. Not this fragile. Not this t

The silence in the chamber was suffocating.I stood frozen in the corner, the cries of my son still ringing in my ears, now quiet and peaceful in Caelan’s arms. The baby slept, wrapped in soft cloth, so fragile and small that I was afraid to breathe too loud.And there she was.Seraphina.Cold and still.Gone.I felt the weight of the years crashing down on me all at once.How many times had I looked at her and seen weakness? How many nights had I cursed her for what she could not give me — an heir? The bitterness I spat like venom, the insults that tore through her, the coldness I wore like armor when she needed warmth. Ho