Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pregnant For The Wrong twin: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

The moment the tremor subsided, the Dominion Tower plunged into an eerie silence.Ivy stood frozen, hand on her stomach, heart racing as the echo of the child’s voice faded from her mind.“The Scourge is near. He wears your face.”Killian’s face.Gone.Vanished.Without a trace.Aiden reached for her. “Are you okay?”She shook her head. “No. The baby—he... he spoke to me. Warned me.”Aiden's eyes widened. “Spoke?”She nodded slowly. “Killian’s not just twisted. He’s dangerous now. He’s become something else.”A gust of wind tore through the tower’s broken glass panes, scattering ancient scrolls across the floor like desperate birds in flight.Mira burst into the room, weapons drawn. “Killian’s escaped. The eastern seal was broken—by magic we haven’t seen since the Second Binding.”Aiden stiffened. “Ezerel.”“Then we’re already too late,” Ivy murmured.Elsewhere – Shadowed CitadelKillian stood before the shattered mirror of Ezerel’s cathedral, his reflection rippling like a living sto

For a moment, no one spoke.The Gate of Whispers stood wide open behind Isla, crackling with dark energy. Snow and ash danced unnaturally around her like obedient shadows. Her white gown flowed as if caught in a wind only she could feel, untouched by the cold, untouched by death.Ivy’s heart pounded in her chest.“You died,” she whispered. “I watched you burn.”Isla stepped forward, a wicked smile curving her crimson lips. “You watched a body burn. A puppet I made for you to believe I’d fallen.”Aiden stepped protectively in front of Ivy. “How?”“I bound myself to the Void, of course,” Isla said, brushing her fingers across the edge of the stone gate. “While you were busy mourning and unraveling prophecy, I was building an empire beneath the cracks of your precious Dominion.”“Why now?” Lilith asked, voice low and sharp. “Why show yourself now?”Isla turned to Killian, who stood paralyzed in her shadow.“Because my loyal little servant brought me the key,” she said, voice like velvet

The shadows of the Forgotten Temple stretched long and sharp as dawn crept in, casting golden light over stone etched with forgotten prophecy. Ivy couldn’t sleep.Killian’s ghostly warning echoed in her ears like a cruel lullaby.“The Final Flame is not a guardian… it’s a purifier.”A purge.Not protection.She stared at her reflection in the temple’s silvered basin—eyes rimmed with weariness, stomach now visibly swollen with the child who could either save or end the world.A child born of love and betrayal.Of light and darkness.A knock rapped lightly on the chamber door.“Ivy?” Mira’s voice drifted in, hesitant.“Come in.”Mira entered, clutching a scroll. “You need to see this. It came from the Dominion’s ruins. One of our scouts recovered it.”Ivy took the scroll and unrolled it slowly. The ink was dark red. Almost like—“Blood?” she asked.Mira nodded. “It’s laced with life-binding magic.”The writing was old, and scrawled in a hurried hand. But the signature at the bottom made

The silence of the morning was shattered by a sharp knock at the door.Ivy, still in her robe, paused mid-step. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Her fingers clenched around the edge of the door as she opened it cautiously.Standing there, with dishevelled hair, bloodshot eyes, and the weight of a thousand secrets in his gaze, was Killian.She staggered back. “You’re supposed to be—”“Dead?” Killian’s voice was hoarse, haunted. “I know.”Her lips parted, but words failed her.“I don’t have long,” he said, stepping inside before she could stop him. “And you need to hear the truth.”Truth Always Has a CostThe door shut behind him with a soft click. Ivy’s breath caught in her throat. Every instinct screamed for her to run. But she stood frozen, her mind racing.“How—how are you alive?” she finally asked.Killian’s smile was broken. “A question I’ve asked myself every day for the last six months. The answer is… complicated.”“Try me.”He pulled something from beneath his jacket—a thin, worn e

Ivy’s fingers trembled as she clutched the phone, eyes fixed on the image of her unborn child—a photo from the future. The tiny face, the curve of the brow, the flicker of something inhuman behind that infant gaze—it sent a chill spiralling down her spine.Beside the image was the message that wouldn’t stop replaying in her mind: “The child must be delivered by the Blood Moon. Or we take both.”She hadn’t even noticed Aiden and Killian staring at her until she dropped the phone.Killian picked it up and cursed under his breath. “They’re watching timelines now.”“What does that even mean?” Ivy choked out. “How is that possible?”“They’re not just toying with us anymore,” Aiden said darkly, his eyes narrowing. “They’re preparing to strike.”The Blood Moon Countdown BeginsKillian moved swiftly, pulling a dusty black notebook from his coat. “There’s a prophecy buried in one of the oldest texts. It talks about The Mother of Two Paths—a vessel marked at birth to carry both salvation and r