Semua Bab Pucking Forbidden Claim: Bab 351 - Bab 358

Kade POVSo I bite back my own selfishness, and I nod, keeping my voice even. “You made it.”She nods once, her fingers tightening slightly on the strap of the bag over her shoulder. “They allowed me to come.”I frown. They allowed her. Not she wanted to. Not she decided to come home for this. I told Rook to leave it and now I'm obsessing over the 'allowed' comment. Even I know it's not like that, she has a choice to stay.Before I can say anything, Rook speaks up, arms crossed. “They let you out, huh? What, did you have to sign something to promise you’d go back?”I glare at him, but Amelia just smiles, small and patient, like she’s already expecting this from him. “Not exactly,” she says. “But I do have to return after the funeral. My time outside is limited.”Her words settle like ice in my chest. She’s here, but she’s not staying.Cain shifts uncom

Kade POVThe room is filled with the kind of silence that speaks louder than words. The kind that weighs heavy, pressing against my skin like a second layer. It’s not quiet because people are unsure, it’s quiet because they know.This is a moment of history. The kind that is spoken about in hushed tones years later, the kind that determines the future of an empire.I walk forward, my steps slow, measured, my face unreadable. Every person in this room is watching me, their gazes heavy, waiting for the moment that solidifies what they’ve already known. That I am taking over. That the seat of power no longer belongs to Nikolai, but to me.The long table standing in front of me is made of dark, polished wood, deep scratches marking the years of decisions made over it. It’s not just a table, it’s where orders are given, where alliances are made and broken, where men have bled for the choices they made sitting here

Kade POVDamon, the asshole, doesn’t even try to help. He just watches, completely entertained, as Rook practically shoves me out of the way and drops to his knees in front of the carrier.“Holy shit,” Rook breathes, hands already fumbling with the straps. “You didn’t tell me you were bringing him home today!”“That’s because I couldn’t get hold of you!” I glare, rubbing my shoulder where I slammed into the doorframe. “Maybe if you weren’t busy building a fucking pillow kingdom, you would’ve answered your damn phone.”Rook doesn’t even pretend to listen. He’s too focused on carefully unfastening the baby, his hands surprisingly gentle despite his excitement. As soon as the last strap is undone, he lifts him out, cradling him against his chest with a soft look that immediately makes my frustration waver.Damon, still standing off to the side, crosses his

Rook POV - A Few Weeks LaterThe room is dimly lit, the only glow coming from the small nightlight near the crib. I pace back and forth, arms cradling Nikolai’s tiny body as he fusses, his cries quieting only slightly before starting up again. He’s been restless all night, shifting against my chest, letting out little whimpers that turn into louder cries every time I try to sit down.I bounce him gently, rubbing slow circles on his back. “Come on, kiddo,” I murmur, voice low and tired. “I thought we had a deal. You cry, I fix it. Why am I not fixing it?”Nikolai lets out another frustrated little wail, his small hands fisting into my shirt. I sigh, shifting my grip and trying a different motion, swaying side to side instead of bouncing. It helps, only a little.The door creaks open, and I glance up, expecting Rose for a second before I realize it’s Kade. He leans against the doorway, eyes shadowed